Month: October 2016
You never feed me. Perhaps I'll sleep on your face. That will sure show you. You must scratch me there! Yes, above my tail! Behold, elevator butt. The rule for today: Touch my tail, I shred your hand. New rule tomorrow. I need a new toy. Tail of black dog keeps good time. Pounce! Good dog! Good dog! In deep sleep hear sound. Cat vomit hairball somewhere. Will find in morning. Grace personified. I leap into the window. I meant to do that. Blur of motion, then silence. Me, a paper bag. What is so funny? The mighty hunter returns with gifts of plump birds --- your foot just squashed one. You're always typing. Well, let's see you ignore my sitting on your hands. My small cardboard box. You cannot see me if I can just hide my head. Terrible battle. I fought for hours. Come and see! What's a 'term paper'? Kitty likes plastic. Confuses for litter box. Don't leave tarp around... Small brave carnivores Kill pine cones and mosquitoes, Fear vacuum cleaner. I want to be close to you. Can I fit my head inside your armpit? Wanna go outside. Oh, damn! Help! I got outside! Let me back inside! Oh no! Big One has been trapped by newspaper! Cat to the rescue! Humans are so strange. Mine lies still in bed, then screams. My claws are not that sharp. Cats meow out of angst. Thumbs! If only we had thumbs! We could break so much! The Big Ones snore now. Every room is dark and cold. Time for "Cup Hockey". Litter box not here. You must have moved it again. I'll poop in the sink. We're almost equals. I purr to show I love you. Want to smell my butt?
I have noticed that the animal lovers in the family periodically say they don’t like to eat meat and lament about becoming a vegetarian. However these same people when buying dog or cat food always make sure that “real meat” is in the bag.
When shopping in the grocery store there is no sign for toilet paper; it is always labeled “Bath Tissue”. Now who in their right mind when getting into the shower would grab a roll of “Bath Tissue”? You can’t wash or dry with it, it would fall apart and be totally useless.
There are times when listening to music I always think to myself that the music from long ago had more meaning and better lyrics etc. However it is about then that I hear songs with lyrics like “ram a lama ding dong” or “alley oop boop”, “I’m shaking like a man on a fuzzy tree” and then there is return to sender; now when have you ever been able to mail a letter and have it returned the very next day – turn around on that would probably be about 5 or 6 days minimum.
Christianity is a power religion. Christ has the power to re-create men from the inside out, as every man who has ever met Him knows.
We forget that God sometimes has to say No. We pray to Him as our heavenly Father, and like wise human fathers, He often says, No, not from whim or caprice, but from wisdom and from love, and knowing what is best for us.
A different world cannot be built by indifferent people.
Let us not be content to wait and see what will happen, but give us the determination to make the right things happen.
O God, forgive the poverty and the pettiness of our prayers . Listen not to our words but to the yearnings of our hearts. Hear beneath our petitions the crying of our need.
Most of us know perfectly well what we ought to do; our trouble is that we do not want to do it.
Forgive me if this is more rambling and not as structured as I would like it to be.
I grew up in a Christian home and church was a big part of my life even though I did not appreciate it at the time. As I’ve gotten older (ok. . . . downright old) I think about church a lot and I wish I could find a church like the one I grew up in but they apparently do not exist anymore as they all have a contemporary service style now.
I have been going lately to a Wesleyan church here in Waterford and although I like it I wonder if the “perfect” church is out there for me. The answer of course is that there is no perfect church there is only a perfect God. Over time I will adjust to the guitars and drums and the new modern music, I just wish they would throw in one of the old hymns once in a while like “In the Garden” or “The Old Rugged Cross”.
I have recently gone to a small group and the discussions were very interesting and I got to know some of the other church members better. It is nice to be able to discuss Christian ideals and principles with others and the sharing of ideas is helpful to me. The lessons were taken from a DVD by John Ortberg and he is good at presenting and stimulating discussions.
Yesterday I have a meeting with Pastor Paul and will be joining the Welcome / Greeting committee. That seems like an odd fit for someone like me who has trouble talking to people. Maybe that is what I need to motivate me into a more outgoing person; that would be good after all these years.
After watching my parents and their church activities over the years I have come to realize that you get out of church more if you serve or put more of “you’ into the church.
I will close this for now.
May God Bless You,
From the book “Laughing Down Lonely Canyons”
I’m Gonna Sit Here
I’m gonna sit here
Till passion returns
And tells me where to go.
I don’t care if it’s Heaven
or hell or home,
I don’t care if it’s work
or play or sex,
I don’t care if it’s rich
or poor or madness
I don’t even care
If it’s riding a white horse naked on a
Or lining up as we did as kids
For a pissing contest in the old
I’m not going anywhere
— even unto death —
Until I can go passionately.