I could weep.
At morning prayer this morning, our hymn was "With Joy Draw Water" (which at least is quasi-Advent) and the lectionary readings were Jeremiah 31:31-34 and Hebrews 10:10-18.
Nobody had much of anything to say during the Reflection time and then Billy (who has not impressed me with his intelligence, etc. thus far this Advent) asked what "Jesse's tree" is.
I said Jesse was either David's father or son, said, "I can't believe I don't know this -- I was just reading the genealogies recently
." I skimmed the Matthean
genealogies and Jesse's name didn't jump out at me, and Joan(?) said something about Solomon, and I flipped back to the books of Samuel (at this point I had processed my memories of the few episodes of Kings
I had seen and was certain that Jesse was David's parent) and started skimming those and said, "I am so ashamed that none
of us know this." (Present were: Tim D., Ellie and Billy, Joan, me, and FCS-Ian.) I did find:
Samuel Anoints David
God said to Samuel, ‘How long will you grieve over Saul? I have rejected him from being king over Israel. Fill your horn with oil and set out; I will send you to Jesse the Bethlehemite, for I have provided for myself a king among his sons.’
I was still ashamed that I didn't know where to look for Solomon
(whom Wikipedia informs me is David's son -- which someone this morning had suggested).
In other news, FCS-Ian doesn't have work next week and neither does Joan, so there is talk of post-prayer breakfast. Which I could do if I went to the gym on my lunch hour.