Has anyone ever told you that the offering of Jesus was made to cover your sins? Has anyone ever suggested that the Old Testament sacrifice for sin is a picture of Christ's sacrifice? However, did you know that there is no sacrifice for most sin in the Old Testament? If you were an Israelite and sinned against God, if you willfully disobeyed one of His commandments, there was no offering available to cover your sin. God's revelation to Moses provides a great deal of instruction and certainly gives directions for a variety of sacrificial offerings, however a relative few actually deal with sin. There are thank offerings, free will offerings, offerings of the first fruits, redemptive offerings for the first born males, specific sacrifices to cleanse the priests along with wave and incense offerings. Leviticus chapter 4 deals with sin offerings. Perhaps it has been a while since you read the chapter. Perhaps in your reading you did not notice a very important word.
It would be helpful if you took time to read verses 2, 13, 22, and 27 of Leviticus 4. The surrounding verses give details as to how to prepare and offer a sin offering. If you have read the verses did you notice each instance of sin has the word "unintentional" preceding it? The Lord knew that His people had just come out of Egypt following a sojourn of over 400 years. They had been slaves for a significant part of that time. They held their own culture, to an extent, but the rules and regulations for life as a slave was dictated by Pharaoh. Thus, upon their deliverance, God graciously gave them instructions and directions as to how to best live. They were not optional. However, they were pretty inclusive as to every aspect of life so it would have been fairly easy to unintentionally violate God's Word. Again, by His grace the Lord provided a way to have those unintentional sins forgiven. However, He offered no sacrifice for intentional sins.
If that is indeed the case there must be no hope for all those Old Testament folks. Well, you might say that Yom Kippur, the day of atonement, took care of that. Except that day was a time of national repentance rather than a personal sin offering. The reality seems to be that many of us are deeply ingrained in traditional Christian or Evangelical thought. We believe we are in the dispensation or time of grace unlike the time or dispensation of the Law. We are saved by grace and free from the Law. Those Old Testament people had to keep the Law as a means of salvation. Grace finally came to us through the cross. The only problem with that way of thinking, is that it does not line up with Scripture. Paul makes it clear that no one keeps the Law. Everyone has fallen short. So does that mean there is no hope for the people before the time of Christ? Does that mean we will not see Moses, or David, or Abraham, Isaac or Israel in glory? What was Moses doing on the Mount of Transfiguration with Jesus if He did not make it to glory?
Perhaps the story of David's sin can help. David sinned intentionally. He did not accidentally commit adultery with Bathsheba. He did not unintentionally have Uriah, one of his loyal mighty men, killed. He did not bring Bathsheba into his bedchamber unknowingly. He is guilty of intentional sin. There is no Levitical sacrifice available. In contemporary terms David is toast. He is without hope. The punishment for these crimes is death. But look at what Nathan tells David in 2 Samuel 12:13, "So David said to Nathan, “I have sinned against the LORD.” And Nathan said to David, “The LORD also has put away your sin; you shall not die." How can that be? How could the LORD put away David's sin? Why won't David die? The only reasonable answer is grace. Like the grace He extended to Noah. The grace He extended to Abraham when Abraham believed God and it was reckoned to him for righteousness. Abraham, David, Noah, saved by grace. Hmmmm I wonder how many other Old Testament people were saved by grace after they violated Torah?
We are told that we need to pray and ask forgiveness and maybe confess our sin and and we will be forgiven. It is hard to find that formula in the Bible. The message of John the Baptizer, Jesus the Messiah, Paul, Peter, and the writer of Hebrews was repentance. Forgiveness comes through confession and repentance. Prayer, or speaking, confessing,our sin with repentance may be the avenue we choose to use however, just praying for forgiveness is not a Biblical concept. Turning away from our intentional sin with a desire to not commit that transgression once again is the pattern we find no matter which Testament we look to. The sacrifice and shed blood of God's Son, Messiah covers sin. It always has. Repentance and believing, faithfully following, trusting that what the Lord has said, gives us a relationship with Him and His Son by the power of His Spirit. It is all by grace. It is now. It always has been.
It seems that the artificial division we place between those Old Testament saints and those of the New is just that, artificial. Moses, David, Hezekiah, and the untold multitudes of the Old Testament repented, had faith in Yahweh and were saved by grace. So were Peter, James, John, Paul and the rest of our New Testament heroes. So was I. How about you?
Monday, September 25, 2017
Wednesday, September 13, 2017
The Job Effect
My life is filled with good things. I have a healthy and supportive wife who loves me and is always there for me. I have seven remarkable and gifted children (I do not have two "in-laws" they are all my God given treasures) and am blessed with, soon to be, four grandchildren. I have food, shelter and too much stuff. I type this on a convenient laptop computer that cooperates with me, most of the time. Then, at the time I choose to post these ramblings, it will make these words available to be read by anyone around the globe. I have friends near by and those who are still close even though the miles are extensive. I am attached to extended family with supportive and encouraging "In-Law" parents. and many folks I minister and serve with. I even have those who give sacrificially, to encourage me and meet the needs of my family. The Lord has provided exceedingly abundantly in more ways that I can document here. However, there is more to my life than these God given wonders.
Life also has times of finding ourselves in the shadows. Grays and darkness contrast the joyous colors of the mosaic that is life. In recent days I have gained a deeper appreciation for a man named Job. My thoughts have mingled with the record of his life and I have found some company in the darkness. I have never been through all he suffered and often I do not qualify for the description in verse 1 " that man was blameless and upright, and one who feared God and shunned evil." Neither am I confident that I always share in his quiet confidence, "Though he slay me, yet will I trust in him" (Job 13:15). I do, on occasion, have a vulnerability that drys my soul and causes me to wonder if the Job effect is God's visitation on my life. I write from my own perspective today, but perhaps you can relate to my thoughts when the Job effect visits you.
In numerous places in the Psalms, the testimony is given,"I cried to the Lord, and He heard my voice, and delivered me". However, there are times when it seems that is not so. I do not see the answer I long for. I have not lost sons or daughters, I have not lost oxen and donkeys to the Sabeans, I have not lost camels and have no servants to be killed. My occasional sciatic twinge hardly compares to a covering of painful, oozing, sores that have no remedy. I sit in an air-conditioned office, not on a pile of ashes with a broken pot to scrape my sores. So how, in the midst of this bounty and kindness, can my soul be troubled?
If you did not notice I skipped Job 1:16. "While he was still speaking, another also came and said, “The fire of God fell from heaven and burned up the sheep and the servants, and consumed them; and I alone have escaped to tell you!” Do you see what is recorded here? It is God who took away the sheep. Not the Sabeans or Amalakites, or raiders from the east. The fire of God took them away.
I am a shepherd, a pastor, a teacher to a flock. I did not ask to be. It is not what I do. It is who God made me and called me to be. I cannot call myself blameless or fully upright before the Lord. I do fear, and respect God much of the time but to say evil thoughts never cross my brain would be an untruth. I am an imperfect shepherd. But I love the sheep. There have been times when I did not want to, times I wanted to lash out at the stubborn, divisive, destructive members of the flock. Times my thoughts were far from gracious toward those who blatantly desired to bring harm to me and, even worse, my family. I have grieved over those who sought their own way at the expense of the rest of the flock and God's ministry. After wreaking as much havoc as possible they left without a thought for the bleeding and wounded souls they left behind. In times like these I cried out to the Lord but it did not feel like He heard my voice. There are quiet moments when the pain still haunts my spirit and pokes at the tender spots of my mind. However, I know He is still faithful. He never leaves, He never forsakes. These times have been few, yet still too many when I know the pain and grief it brought to God's heart. To see His children act this way must be more grievous to Him than I can begin to imagine.
Generally speaking, I survive these times and move on with a confidence in the Lord that only His Spirit can provide. He really does bring healing to a wounded heart. Seeing the sheep go through such damaging and unnecessary times can leave ones soul feeling like you have been caught in a bout between Rocky and Apollo Creed. Yet, those events are ones you can chalk up to sin, rebellion, misunderstanding, pride and the nasty old nature that hangs around our necks more often than we may care to admit. In all these things God is there. In all these things God gives strength and the ability to forgive and move on. My personal Job effect comes from the slow bleeding of prayers that seem to go unanswered. It is having to watch a family slowly self-destruct. They choose to refuse to follow God's simple instructions for reconciliation and blessing. Pride and shadows of the past bleed their relationship dry and divorce now seems to be a welcome escape. They fail to see the truth that the bleeding will not stop after the papers are signed. The Job effect visits me in the sudden loss of one who is closer than a brother. God simply took him. It also comes the midst of hours of prayer, crying out to God to heal the broken. Those so dear to me that are suffering from some disease that slowly, painfully sucks away life. Yet, the disease progresses. I believe God has a purpose. I believe He has a plan. But, I still wait to hear His voice and see the answer that never comes. I feel as though I have been deserted, left alone in the shadows.
Like many pastors I honestly love the sheep. In a very real sense they are my life. I desire to see them grow strong in their understanding of God and His Son, I pray for them to know the joy of His Spirit and to discover and use their God given gifts and abilities to further His Kingdom. Like most shepherds, I desire the flock to grow, to reproduce and become stronger and more effective in ministry. I witness a world where the thing I love most, outside of God and my family, is just a convenience to many around me. Life is filled with comings and goings so an aspect of shepherding is saying farewell to sheep who move on. They have sought the will of the lord as they prepare to leave. However, I have found few who seemed moved to seek and to pray for new sheep to fill the part of the body they will vacate. The new post-retirement home or job promotion is in clear focus. The impact of their departure on the fellowship they leave behind has barely crossed their mind, if at all. Retirement, job promotions, can be good things, and I celebrate with those who are directed by the Lord to begin new chapters in their lives. However, the celebration is bittersweet. For there will be missing parts in the body if they are not filled by new sheep. So I call out to the Great Shepherd and ask that sheep be added to the flock and that His ministry would expand for His glory. But there are times it seems like God sends a fire from heaven to take the sheep away instead. I look at Job and wonder how he accepted loss and death and pain and could still say "If He slay me yet will I trust Him".
Perhaps that is the purpose of Job. To be honest I find the story unsatisfying. It is true, God gave Job his stuff back, however, Job's first children stayed dead. It took years to replace his family, his standing, and possessions. To top it off, God's answer was, "Where were you?" As I pray for the growth and ministry of the church I love, for the church I know He loves, "Where were you?" does not feel all that helpful. I also know I am not alone. I know the hearts of many pastor's and it really does not matter how large or small the assembly, disruption to the flock is always painful. Loss of families and friends is a part of the life and the culture we live in. Ministries rise up and dissipate, sometimes for no apparent reason, other than God. I have prayed with pastors going through challenging times in ministry. I have seen ministries come to a close in spite of heart felt prayers and a faithful witness. It seemed God's answer was "Where were you?" Not the answer we hoped for, but at least with our friend Job we know we are not alone, However, when all is said and done there is no other calling I desire. There is no other place I would want to be. No other love I would want to own. Maybe Job is right, "Though He slay me, yet will I trust Him" just might be the answer after all.
As life progresses, as you fulfill your plans and dreams, know that you are not incidental to the family of God you fellowship and worship with. Think about the hole you leave behind should the Lord choose to move you. Give some thought as to how God might want you to pray concerning the part of the body that will not function as well without you. Praying for and preparing those to fill your spot is a very good thing to do. When it comes time to give an account of how we transitioned from one church family to another, "Where were you?" is likely not the question you want God to ask.
Life also has times of finding ourselves in the shadows. Grays and darkness contrast the joyous colors of the mosaic that is life. In recent days I have gained a deeper appreciation for a man named Job. My thoughts have mingled with the record of his life and I have found some company in the darkness. I have never been through all he suffered and often I do not qualify for the description in verse 1 " that man was blameless and upright, and one who feared God and shunned evil." Neither am I confident that I always share in his quiet confidence, "Though he slay me, yet will I trust in him" (Job 13:15). I do, on occasion, have a vulnerability that drys my soul and causes me to wonder if the Job effect is God's visitation on my life. I write from my own perspective today, but perhaps you can relate to my thoughts when the Job effect visits you.
In numerous places in the Psalms, the testimony is given,"I cried to the Lord, and He heard my voice, and delivered me". However, there are times when it seems that is not so. I do not see the answer I long for. I have not lost sons or daughters, I have not lost oxen and donkeys to the Sabeans, I have not lost camels and have no servants to be killed. My occasional sciatic twinge hardly compares to a covering of painful, oozing, sores that have no remedy. I sit in an air-conditioned office, not on a pile of ashes with a broken pot to scrape my sores. So how, in the midst of this bounty and kindness, can my soul be troubled?
If you did not notice I skipped Job 1:16. "While he was still speaking, another also came and said, “The fire of God fell from heaven and burned up the sheep and the servants, and consumed them; and I alone have escaped to tell you!” Do you see what is recorded here? It is God who took away the sheep. Not the Sabeans or Amalakites, or raiders from the east. The fire of God took them away.
I am a shepherd, a pastor, a teacher to a flock. I did not ask to be. It is not what I do. It is who God made me and called me to be. I cannot call myself blameless or fully upright before the Lord. I do fear, and respect God much of the time but to say evil thoughts never cross my brain would be an untruth. I am an imperfect shepherd. But I love the sheep. There have been times when I did not want to, times I wanted to lash out at the stubborn, divisive, destructive members of the flock. Times my thoughts were far from gracious toward those who blatantly desired to bring harm to me and, even worse, my family. I have grieved over those who sought their own way at the expense of the rest of the flock and God's ministry. After wreaking as much havoc as possible they left without a thought for the bleeding and wounded souls they left behind. In times like these I cried out to the Lord but it did not feel like He heard my voice. There are quiet moments when the pain still haunts my spirit and pokes at the tender spots of my mind. However, I know He is still faithful. He never leaves, He never forsakes. These times have been few, yet still too many when I know the pain and grief it brought to God's heart. To see His children act this way must be more grievous to Him than I can begin to imagine.
Generally speaking, I survive these times and move on with a confidence in the Lord that only His Spirit can provide. He really does bring healing to a wounded heart. Seeing the sheep go through such damaging and unnecessary times can leave ones soul feeling like you have been caught in a bout between Rocky and Apollo Creed. Yet, those events are ones you can chalk up to sin, rebellion, misunderstanding, pride and the nasty old nature that hangs around our necks more often than we may care to admit. In all these things God is there. In all these things God gives strength and the ability to forgive and move on. My personal Job effect comes from the slow bleeding of prayers that seem to go unanswered. It is having to watch a family slowly self-destruct. They choose to refuse to follow God's simple instructions for reconciliation and blessing. Pride and shadows of the past bleed their relationship dry and divorce now seems to be a welcome escape. They fail to see the truth that the bleeding will not stop after the papers are signed. The Job effect visits me in the sudden loss of one who is closer than a brother. God simply took him. It also comes the midst of hours of prayer, crying out to God to heal the broken. Those so dear to me that are suffering from some disease that slowly, painfully sucks away life. Yet, the disease progresses. I believe God has a purpose. I believe He has a plan. But, I still wait to hear His voice and see the answer that never comes. I feel as though I have been deserted, left alone in the shadows.
Like many pastors I honestly love the sheep. In a very real sense they are my life. I desire to see them grow strong in their understanding of God and His Son, I pray for them to know the joy of His Spirit and to discover and use their God given gifts and abilities to further His Kingdom. Like most shepherds, I desire the flock to grow, to reproduce and become stronger and more effective in ministry. I witness a world where the thing I love most, outside of God and my family, is just a convenience to many around me. Life is filled with comings and goings so an aspect of shepherding is saying farewell to sheep who move on. They have sought the will of the lord as they prepare to leave. However, I have found few who seemed moved to seek and to pray for new sheep to fill the part of the body they will vacate. The new post-retirement home or job promotion is in clear focus. The impact of their departure on the fellowship they leave behind has barely crossed their mind, if at all. Retirement, job promotions, can be good things, and I celebrate with those who are directed by the Lord to begin new chapters in their lives. However, the celebration is bittersweet. For there will be missing parts in the body if they are not filled by new sheep. So I call out to the Great Shepherd and ask that sheep be added to the flock and that His ministry would expand for His glory. But there are times it seems like God sends a fire from heaven to take the sheep away instead. I look at Job and wonder how he accepted loss and death and pain and could still say "If He slay me yet will I trust Him".
Perhaps that is the purpose of Job. To be honest I find the story unsatisfying. It is true, God gave Job his stuff back, however, Job's first children stayed dead. It took years to replace his family, his standing, and possessions. To top it off, God's answer was, "Where were you?" As I pray for the growth and ministry of the church I love, for the church I know He loves, "Where were you?" does not feel all that helpful. I also know I am not alone. I know the hearts of many pastor's and it really does not matter how large or small the assembly, disruption to the flock is always painful. Loss of families and friends is a part of the life and the culture we live in. Ministries rise up and dissipate, sometimes for no apparent reason, other than God. I have prayed with pastors going through challenging times in ministry. I have seen ministries come to a close in spite of heart felt prayers and a faithful witness. It seemed God's answer was "Where were you?" Not the answer we hoped for, but at least with our friend Job we know we are not alone, However, when all is said and done there is no other calling I desire. There is no other place I would want to be. No other love I would want to own. Maybe Job is right, "Though He slay me, yet will I trust Him" just might be the answer after all.
As life progresses, as you fulfill your plans and dreams, know that you are not incidental to the family of God you fellowship and worship with. Think about the hole you leave behind should the Lord choose to move you. Give some thought as to how God might want you to pray concerning the part of the body that will not function as well without you. Praying for and preparing those to fill your spot is a very good thing to do. When it comes time to give an account of how we transitioned from one church family to another, "Where were you?" is likely not the question you want God to ask.
Wednesday, September 6, 2017
God's Gift of Oblivion
When was the last time you gave God thanks for oblivion? Webster defines oblivion as, "the fact or condition of not remembering : a state marked by lack of awareness or consciousness". I have noticed that, as the years pass, I am visited by a little oblivion when it comes to car keys and my glasses. That is not the gift, it is a reminder of my need to be more attentive to the very simple things of life. To be honest, I have always had an issue with my glasses disappearing. At 64 I now have an acceptable excuse for my carelessness. There is, however, a wonderful gift of oblivion give to us by God from the very beginning. The translators use the word "sleep". God designed living things to have times of rest. He provided day and night so we could be active stewards during the times of light and receive rest and recovery during times of darkness. Without sleep our bodies break down and, given enough sleeplessness, they will perish.
Sleep is first recorded in Genesis 2:21, where the first surgery was also recorded, "And the LORD God caused a deep sleep to fall on Adam, and he slept; and He took one of his ribs, and closed up the flesh in its place." Man was in a deep sleep, oblivious to what the Lord was doing. God made a woman to be man's helper and partner. (Many women I know believe men have been pretty much oblivious ever since.) Having people sleep through many medical procedures is common practice today. It seems God had a good idea from the beginning. Sleep and rest are as much a part of God's design as anything else we were given to enjoy. Even the seventh day Sabbath was given as a gift of God so we could recover from six days of labor. Being on the go twenty-four seven, was never the Lord's intention.
David understood this well, "I will both lie down in peace, and sleep; for You alone, O LORD, make me dwell in safety" (Psalm 4:6). The Psalmist recognizes this again in Psalm 127:2, "It is vain for you to rise up early, to sit up late, to eat the bread of sorrows; He gives His beloved sleep." The writer indicates that a life filled with anxiety is unprofitable. It is God who protects and provides and it is God who gives His beloved sleep. A period of oblivion is a gift of God. The counsel of a father to a son, is given in Proverbs 3. If you walk in obedience to the things that the Lord commands, "When you lie down, you will not be afraid; yes, you will lie down and your sleep will be sweet."
We live in a world filled with opportunities to absorb stress and anxiety. Uncertainty is our manner of life. Questions about jobs, or terrorism, natural disasters, disease, fractured relationships, and the future await us every day. They can cause damage to our very souls and rob us of precious moments of joy. It is a challenge to just place it all in the Lord's hands and breath. We tend to carry what we were not meant to carry and hold onto things we have no control over just to maintain our anxiety level. But, the God who loves you says, "Lie down, close your eyes, slip into oblivion for a time and rest." The Lord is fully capable of watching over your junk while you take a moment or two to stop being consciously aware of the burden of life that has captured your soul.
I have one of those pretty mellow personalities. I tend to be fairly constant emotionally, which sounds better than I tend to be boring. I have almost always had the ability to see a larger picture and to recognize what is beyond my control. That being said, I do feel deeply about things. I can quietly churn over things that come into my area of responsibility. I am a Pastor, so it usually involves people and ministry stuff. Being helpless as a marriage fails, being touched by the pain where reconciliation has been forsaken. Knowing that, if Biblical principles were accepted and applied, this would not be. The open wounds left from destructive addictions, wounds from a childhood that never healed, traumas never dealt with that leave dark festering holes in a broken spirit. These things weigh me down and replay in my mind. Questions of what I could have done. Questions about unanswered prayers. Then there are the simple realities of ministry that only God controls. Of people who come, and people who go. Those we love and depend on are taken or worse yet turn against you. They leave a wake of uncertainty in the river of life.
These are quiet middle of the night prayer times. And there are, quite honestly, blessed times of oblivion. In the midst of whatever might weigh upon my heart God gives His beloved sleep. In the midst of what could become overwhelming anxiety I am reminded that He neither slumbers nor sleeps, so I can lie down and my sleep will be sweet. Sweet oblivion so my mind can rest from the weight it carries, gentle oblivion so my body can heal. When I recognize that He is here to catty the burden I find rest for my soul.
As you lay your head down upon your pillow tonight, as you turn off the light at the end of the day, say a little thank you to the God who gives you rest. A little time of oblivion to prepare for the day to come.
Sleep is first recorded in Genesis 2:21, where the first surgery was also recorded, "And the LORD God caused a deep sleep to fall on Adam, and he slept; and He took one of his ribs, and closed up the flesh in its place." Man was in a deep sleep, oblivious to what the Lord was doing. God made a woman to be man's helper and partner. (Many women I know believe men have been pretty much oblivious ever since.) Having people sleep through many medical procedures is common practice today. It seems God had a good idea from the beginning. Sleep and rest are as much a part of God's design as anything else we were given to enjoy. Even the seventh day Sabbath was given as a gift of God so we could recover from six days of labor. Being on the go twenty-four seven, was never the Lord's intention.
David understood this well, "I will both lie down in peace, and sleep; for You alone, O LORD, make me dwell in safety" (Psalm 4:6). The Psalmist recognizes this again in Psalm 127:2, "It is vain for you to rise up early, to sit up late, to eat the bread of sorrows; He gives His beloved sleep." The writer indicates that a life filled with anxiety is unprofitable. It is God who protects and provides and it is God who gives His beloved sleep. A period of oblivion is a gift of God. The counsel of a father to a son, is given in Proverbs 3. If you walk in obedience to the things that the Lord commands, "When you lie down, you will not be afraid; yes, you will lie down and your sleep will be sweet."
We live in a world filled with opportunities to absorb stress and anxiety. Uncertainty is our manner of life. Questions about jobs, or terrorism, natural disasters, disease, fractured relationships, and the future await us every day. They can cause damage to our very souls and rob us of precious moments of joy. It is a challenge to just place it all in the Lord's hands and breath. We tend to carry what we were not meant to carry and hold onto things we have no control over just to maintain our anxiety level. But, the God who loves you says, "Lie down, close your eyes, slip into oblivion for a time and rest." The Lord is fully capable of watching over your junk while you take a moment or two to stop being consciously aware of the burden of life that has captured your soul.
I have one of those pretty mellow personalities. I tend to be fairly constant emotionally, which sounds better than I tend to be boring. I have almost always had the ability to see a larger picture and to recognize what is beyond my control. That being said, I do feel deeply about things. I can quietly churn over things that come into my area of responsibility. I am a Pastor, so it usually involves people and ministry stuff. Being helpless as a marriage fails, being touched by the pain where reconciliation has been forsaken. Knowing that, if Biblical principles were accepted and applied, this would not be. The open wounds left from destructive addictions, wounds from a childhood that never healed, traumas never dealt with that leave dark festering holes in a broken spirit. These things weigh me down and replay in my mind. Questions of what I could have done. Questions about unanswered prayers. Then there are the simple realities of ministry that only God controls. Of people who come, and people who go. Those we love and depend on are taken or worse yet turn against you. They leave a wake of uncertainty in the river of life.
These are quiet middle of the night prayer times. And there are, quite honestly, blessed times of oblivion. In the midst of whatever might weigh upon my heart God gives His beloved sleep. In the midst of what could become overwhelming anxiety I am reminded that He neither slumbers nor sleeps, so I can lie down and my sleep will be sweet. Sweet oblivion so my mind can rest from the weight it carries, gentle oblivion so my body can heal. When I recognize that He is here to catty the burden I find rest for my soul.
As you lay your head down upon your pillow tonight, as you turn off the light at the end of the day, say a little thank you to the God who gives you rest. A little time of oblivion to prepare for the day to come.
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