It’s just Tuesday, but boy has it been a week. I found good comfort in today’s reading from the Old Testament book of Habakkuk. The minor prophet had this to say as his book drew to a close with its third chapter (ESV):
17 Though the fig tree should not blossom,
nor fruit be on the vines,
the produce of the olive fail
and the fields yield no food,
the flock be cut off from the fold
and there be no herd in the stalls,
18 yet I will rejoice in the Lord;
I will take joy in the God of my salvation.
19 God, the Lord, is my strength;
he makes my feet like the deer’s;
he makes me tread on my high places.
I also really liked this selection from Psalm 94, mostly because it almost feels like some kind of gloss on the teleological argument:
8 Understand, O dullest of the people!
Fools, when will you be wise?
9 He who planted the ear, does he not hear?
He who formed the eye, does he not see?
10 He who disciplines the nations, does he not rebuke?
He who teaches man knowledge—
11 the Lord—knows the thoughts of man,
that they are but a breath.
And then the Gospel reading from Luke 17 was one you don’t hear much of (but that someone like me probably needs to hear more often as a simple reminder for gratitude):
7 “Will any one of you who has a servant plowing or keeping sheep say to him when he has come in from the field, ‘Come at once and recline at table’? 8 Will he not rather say to him, ‘Prepare supper for me, and dress properly, and serve me while I eat and drink, and afterward you will eat and drink’? 9 Does he thank the servant because he did what was commanded? 10 So you also, when you have done all that you were commanded, say, ‘We are unworthy servants; we have only done what was our duty.’”
Which isn’t about false humility at all. Our duty, yes. But also our grateful duty.