Love and Hate

The banking system here is not my friend. Periodically my cash card just doesn't work. I haven't figured out any pattern either. Sometimes during the day, late at night, at stores, at the bank . . .??? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? I have no idea! But it makes me sad. Maybe it's good because it makes me take cash everywhere I go just to be safe, and if I don't have cash on me then I end up staying home - which is usually cheaper. Still, it's frustrating.

I found Isaiah 58 this week:
"Is this the kind of fast I have chosen, only a day for a man to humble himself? Is it only for bowing one's head like a reed and for lying on sackcloth and ashes? Is that what you call a fast, a day acceptable to the LORD? Is not this the kind of fasting I have chosen: to loose the chains of injustice and untie the cords of the yoke, to set the oppressed free and break every yoke? Is it not to share your food with the hungry and to provide the poor wanderer with shelter - when you see the naked, to clothe him, and not to turn away from your own flesh and blood?" (v. 5-7)

It makes me think about my life and want to be hospitable not only with my heart, but also with my home.