The Next Day

storm trees

We have a fall flood watch on now. Yesterday, all was breezy and sunny. The sun smiled down. Brilliant leaves tossed in the wind, drifting down and piling into crunch drifts. Today, all is soggy and dripping. Early morning twilight prevails. The rain comes and goes. The wind whips through the trees and water puddles everywhere.

What a difference a day makes.

I think of Harvey Weinstein. Never met him, and barely registered the name before all the accusations of his predatory behavior came to light. One day, he was sitting on top of the world. He ran the show as a film producer, called the plays, held the fate of young starlets in his hands. The next, he was eviscerated in the press. Actress after actress came forward to condemn his appalling, despicable behavior. Perhaps the wake of the death of Hugh Hefner created a space for women to feel safe enough to tell their stories. Maybe they’d simply had enough.

But this blog isn’t about scandalous national current events. It’s not about how power corrupts those over us and how we all make allowances in order to save our own skin. No. It’s not even about how both men *and* women sexually harass, demean, and objectify each other, in big and small ways, on a regular basis.

It’s really only about how one day can change everything in your life.

You must warn each other every day, while it is still “today,” so that none of you will be deceived by sin and hardened against God. – Hebrews 3:13