The Flesh is Weak

It was good to be in the House of the Lord yesterday. We attended a startup church meeting in a local high school classroom. The service was a blessing, the sermon well prepared and delivered with the passion and polish of a seasoned pastor comfortable in his calling as a church planter. He was wise enough to delegate other duties to those who have come alongside him in this effort even though they were less experienced and able than he at this stage. They will grow. It was their third Sunday.

Although blessed and spiritually fed by the service, as we were leaving, I let my focus be drawn to the school building. It was horrid. Rough cement floors like those of a garage, dirty and with no sealant; classrooms that looked like prison cells. Indeed, I have visited several prisoners who have far better accommodations than the students at this school! So, instead of lingering on the very good points of the sermon, I was off on a tirade about the condition of this school. The flesh is weak. My timing was not good.

I had not felt well before leaving for church and when we got home, I spent most of the afternoon asleep on the couch. I am still ill and not yet unpacked... how those two facts relate, I am unsure, but both make me irritated, The flesh is weak. I pray I'll feel better tomorrow.