The prolific Rend Collective have returned with another collection of songs.
I think in a time when there’s lots of scope for people to hear the voices of condemnation within that the song My Advocate expresses a helpful truth.

The lyrics:
1.
When the condemnation comes
When the enemy attacks
When the accusations gather like a storm
I remember what You’ve done
You remind me who I am
And I claim the victory Your blood has won
Chorus.
Oh, You are my righteousness
You rush to my defense
You are my advocate
How You fight for me and
Oh, You’ve never failed me yet
Your promises are yes
You are my advocate
How You fight for me Lord
2.
No, I won’t accept defeat
At the hands of guilt and shame
Or these burdens that I’ve carried far too long
All of Satan’s empty threats
Have been conquered by the cross
You declare me innocent before the throne
And I claim the victory Your blood has won
Chorus.
Bridge.
Hallelujah, You champion my cause
Hallelujah, You right my every wrong
Hallelujah, who could ever stand against
Jesus Christ the Lamb of God
My advocate

Words and Music: Gareth Gilkeson, Chris Llewellyn
(C) 2020: Rend Collective

Thankful, with a sense of gratitude that grows and grows.

For God’s love.

For the blessing of family.

For the privilege of serving God’s people, and blessed to do that alongside a gospel hearted colleague and a company of kingdom hearted friends.

For prayer, support, and encouragement that seems more than anyone has a right to, but which is so needed and appreciated.

In Australia take-home sales of alcohol from liquor retailers are up 27% (though places at which alcohol is consumed are closed, so those sales, of course, are down).
Part of Malcolm Gladwell’s book Talking To Strangers deals with the effects of alcohol.
Given what seems to be an increased domestic consumption of alcohol in frequency, I found this part of his observations interesting.
If you’re looking for light at the end of the tunnel, alcohol makes the light less discernible and the tunnel seem longer and darker than it really is.
“Drinking puts you at the mercy of your environment.”

Many of those who study alcohol no longer consider it an agent of disinhibition. The think of it as an agent of myopia.
The myopia theory was first suggested by psychologists Claude Steele and Robert Josephs, and what they meant by myopia is that alcohol’s principal effect is to narrow our emotional and mental fields of vision. It creates, in their words, “a state of shortsightedness in which superficially understood, immediate aspects of experience have a disproportionate influence on behaviour and emotion.” Alcohol makes the thing in the background less significant. I makes short-term considerations loom large, and more cognitively demanding, longer-term considerations fade away.
Here’s an example. Lots of people drink when they are feeling down because they think it will chase their troubles away. That’s inhibition-thinking: alcohol will unlock my good mood. But that’s plainly not what happens. Sometimes alcohol cheers us up. But at other times, when an anxious person drinks they just get more anxious. Myopia theory has an answer to that puzzle: it depends on the anxious drunk person is doing. If he’s at a football game surrounded by rabid fans, the excitement and drama going on around I’m will temporarily crowd out his pressing worldly concerns. The game is front and centre. His worries are not. But if the same man is in a quiet corner of a bar, drinking alone, he will get more depressed. Now there’s nothing to distract him. Drinking puts you at the mercy of your environment. It crowds out everything except the most immediate experiences.

Talking To Strangers, Malcolm Gladwell, Allen Lane, 2019, pgs 207-208.

It just feels like this story pretty much sums up life during the current Covid-19 shutdown.

A surprise outing in a fighter jet unnerved one defence company executive so much he accidentally ejected himself while flying at over 500km/h (320mph), an investigation into the debacle in France has found.
The 64-year-old civilian got the most unwelcome ride of his life after the force of the take-off made him “float” off his seat, causing him to stand up and involuntarily grab the ejection handle to steady himself.

Read the whole article at The Guardian online.