She was sitting on the sidewalk, legs spraddled, chin down, obviously wracked by drug abuse and dissipation.
He walked by and in disdain saw the town he grew up in falling into ruin. "I need to get out of this degenerate place."
She walked by, shook her head and thought, "Sad. How can young people do that to themselves.?"
Jesus looked down and saw one of his children, broken and in ruin, desperately in need of help. "I must send one of my servants to minister to her needs."
You approach the frail, dirty girl there on the sidewalk. . .
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Burdens are lifted away
when Jesus hears somebody pray,
Oh, Lord, I need help down below
lest I stray!
Then the burdens are lifted away.
(She was lying on the bed, sound asleep, singing this song.) ---March 5, 2020
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Two men on the porch enjoying one another's company.
"Yer."
Couple minutes of silence.
"Ayeh," responds the other.
Meanwhile in the kitchen their wives are visiting.
"Yadayadadayadaya"
"Blahblahblahchablah"
"Yadblahya blayadachblachyadablah. . ." ---March 4, 2021
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Before I could hit the "off" button the afternoon soaps started. Screen came up "The Young and the Restless." Really? I would have thought they would be "The Old and the Decrepit" by now.
50 seasons. Can you believe it?
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How Great is our God? We cannot fathom that. I am told that there are more than one and two thirds sextillion molecules in a drop of water; not in a bucketful of water, not in the Zambesi River, not in all the oceans of the world, but in a single drop. And if God should lose track of a single atom, He would not be God.
(1.67 x 10^21) --March 2, 2021
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Most people are ordinary; love them, but love
the oddballs, too. --Song of Prudence, v. 19
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Just now listening to radio station in Texas, announcer reads commercial for a crafts outlet. "Items and goods crafted by real artesians."
Yep, that's what he said. --March 1, 2021
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Watching the weather report on the "news." Chirky girl is reading the stats, waving her arms as the radar shows in the background.
At the bottom of the screen this script,
1 to 2 inches rain this afternoon
Water pondering in places,
which naturally caused me to wonder what the water is thinking about, what exactly is it "pondering"? ----February 28, 2021
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Unsolicited advice freely given is often worth every penny.
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Common sense is often nonsense. Thy need is uncommon sense. --Song of Prudence, v. 4
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Informed? Uninformed? Ill-informed? Misinformed? It seems that the news source is the determining factor. If you listen to the source I favor, you are well-informed; if not, you are one of the other choices. Now I submit that I am the best informed of all. This is my technique. I scan the front page of my local newspaper for the headlines, note each one (carefully avoiding the reading of the smaller print beneath) then at my leisure and as I have time to think about it, I create my own narrative. Win! --Februiary 26, 2021
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Small engines and Big governments
If it is running a little rough, dismantle it. If you can't put it back together, oh, well, it wasn't running right anyway. --February 24, 2021
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Poke-a-Woke or poke a bear
it's all the same cause anywhere
you go these days
people are prickly
in more ways
than you can poke a stick at.
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In many ways we create our own realities for we interpret events through the lenses of temperament, belief, and experience. Yes, we are surrounded by much that is
disturbing but how we process it determines who we become.
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"Oh, Odysseus, as you see I have crossed the River Styx.
Charon unceremoniously dropped me overboard on this godforsaken shore."
"Yes; go on. Why do you seek to address me, Agamemnon?"
"I've a word to say about the perfidy, nay, treachery of women."
"Say on."
"But first, here's why I was forced to board the fatal ferry. Clytemnestra did it. Someday it will be bruited far and wide that it was Aegisthus who did me in, and a pox on him, but no, the woman acted alone. A warm, relaxing bath, a net, a dagger. But Orestes will avenge me, just you wait!"
"Boring, my good man. Of such tales, mixed up and muddled, twisted and perverted, has mankind entertained himself since Prometheus stole fire from Hephaestus and gave it to Man. Go away!"
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God in his wisdom drew a distinction between "love" and "like."
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Red Knees
thirty-six degrees
the winter that never ends
and it's no pants day
the winter that never ends
and it's no pants day
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Middle the night, my right arm moved to reach but I snapped to awareness quickly enough to realize there was nothing there to touch. This morning I was reading some lines on the screen, glanced at the clock in the lower right-hand corner. Why is she running so late? I thought. Then the tears (and again as I write this). We are haunted, I think, not by the will of the departed but by the subconscious self who remembers what should be, then we spring into consciousness and stark reality.
Do not feel sorry for me; I have been and am abundantly blessed. I seek not sympathy but rather find the need in my loneliness to share with someone, anyone.
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"Sometimes in life you get caught for sins you haven't committed." --John LeCarre
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Last time I took a grandkid to McD, he, about nine years old, didn't want the kid's meal. Oh, no. The full way-too-big sandwich, whatever it is called, along with fries. He ate about two bites of burger and three french fries. Little snipe now has four kids of his own. Serves him right.
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Dad stood five-ten, a sturdy muscular five-ten. I was fourteen when I surpassed his height, and well over six foot at fifteen, and still growing. "Nobody in our very large clan has ever topped six foot," Dad said, "and I have always harbored a suspicion of people over six feet tall. Seems to me their head is too far from the heart to get the benefit of circulating blood, brain dead, if you know what I mean. Well, you're my son, and I love you anyway."
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Middle the night, my right arm moved to reach but I snapped to awareness quickly enough to realize there was nothing there to touch. This morning I was reading some lines on the screen, glanced at the clock in the lower right-hand corner. Why is she running so late? I thought. Then the tears (and again as I write this). We are haunted, I think, not by the will of the departed but by the subconscious self who remembers what should be, then we spring into consciousness and stark reality.
Do not feel sorry for me; I have been and am abundantly blessed. I seek not sympathy but rather find the need in my loneliness to share with someone, anyone.
