Good Morning,

My internet connection is gone this morning. I don’t know when you will get this. It’s the third time in three days that it’s been disconnected. Yesterday a video clip didn’t work in two of the three services. Why am I just as frustrated today as I was thirty years ago? Thirty years ago the stencil on my mimeograph sometimes got a wrinkle in it and I had to retype the stupid thing on my manual typewriter. Thirty years ago there were some cold mornings when I had to get out of my car, raise the hood, use a screwdriver to hold open the float on the air intake to get my car to start. Thirty years ago I’d get frustrated because the song leader, who was my biggest tither, would always sing every verse of every hymn. Today I get frustrated if we don’t sing at least one verse of a hymn.

What’s the answer? Is the source of my frustration really the mimeograph or ditto machine, the overhead projector or the sticky float? Is it the cordless mouse, wireless connection, satellite radio or flat screen television? Maybe I’ll just take a few deep breaths and be still for a few minutes.

“Be still and know that I am God!”

Okay.

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AAAhhhhhhh, that’s better.

Try it, it might be good to be reminded. He’s still God and I’m still All In.