day 42 settled

 Last night lying on the sofa watching the telly for some reason my mind started to freewheel on the word ' settle'   I started to wonder how one word added to another word could have so many different meanings.  

To settle means to become established. to stay, to occupy.  To settle up means to pay the bill.  To settle down means to stop roaming and become permanent.  Or to settle down means to come to peace after disruption. To settle on means to decide on something. To settle for means to compromise.  You can settle an argument by coming to agreement.  A settle is a seat like a monks bench.  The more I thought about this extraordinary word the more fascinated I became.  Im a word nerd. No apologies.  Its why you love me 😂

The word in English comes from the Latin to be seated.  Which makes sense because being seated back in the day indicated permanence, authority, certainty.  Jesus is settled at the right hand of God.  I like that thought.  Because whilst we know He is seated there, the fact that He is also settled there means that a) He is comfortable - its His rightful place and He knows it and b) He isnt leaving that spot again.  

Except of course He is leaving.  Because He is coming back.  At some point He will stand up from that seat , unsettle Himself, step back through the portal into time and stand on the earth again.  Perhaps the fact that our whole world is increasingly unsettled is a foretaste of the unsettling that is coming to Heaven as Jesus prepares to leave it once again.

Now theres a thought.


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