Howdy, body of Christ. I thought you might like to read about how there were hints of blessing to the nations, even in the Hebrew Scriptures. It was nothing crazy like "the body of Christ," or even "a joint body," but it was enough so that Paul could show at least some early promise in the old writings that something big might happen in the future with non-Israelite people.
This newsletter was (and is) part of the Romans Series. I wrote this one in October of 2017. I lived in the laundry room back in those days. Remember those days?
Today, of course, I'm living in the cottage behind the house. It's much nicer, but in a way it is not as happy. I was happier, actually, with the activity of the house. I liked seeing Giuliana cooking in the kitchen, and meeting all of the AirBnB guests. Now I'm just alone in this bigger and nicer place.
Back when I was still living in the laundry room, Giuliana would say—when there was a gap between guests in the cottage—"why don't you go spend a night or two in the cottage?" It sounded like a good idea, but I would come over here, lay down on the bed for about two minutes, and get creeped out. It was too lonely. I felt too isolated. I never spent one night in here, even when I had many opportunities.
Now I live here, in the place were I used to get creeped out even for a few minutes.
I'm not complaining. God has taken care of me. I'm just saying that I would rather live in a closet and somehow be around people than live in a castle all alone.
When we are snatched away, we will be with all the saints—the formerly dead and the living. Won't that be nice. Not only will the spaces be wide, but the company will be plentiful.
And we'll probably be able to wash our clothes whenever we want.
From the edge of the bottom of the peninsula, still,
Martin
