Sometimes it’s discomfiting to look in the mirror, but it helps us see what needs to be rearranged. This poem by https://robertlambertjones.wordpress.com is a commentary on the consequences of how we live our lives. (And if you like mythology and monsters and superheroes, check out his site.) Here’s my disclaimer.
I’m sitting on the patio at our middle daughter’s rented reconditioned print-shop-turned-bungalow in upstate New York. At this writing, Christmas is but a few days hence, but my hopes for a white one are completely dashed since, opposite of last year’s white out, this year will probably be one of the warmest on record for this area.
Dang! I was hoping to be snowed in up here for a while!
All right, ladies, ‘fess up. How many pairs of black shoes (boots included) do YOU have? Never mind the excuses of why you absolutely needed that third pair of spikes. The point here is that we like our choices, and when we’re tired of one pair, we can get rid of them (because, see, that’s when I like to buy them, once your shoes hit the second hand stores….okay, there, I ‘fessed up) and easily purchase another.
Unfortunately, that same “unalienable right” of choice—at least, that’s how we tend to see it in the 21st century—plays out in many other facets of our lives, and even more unfortunately, in our church relationships. We can Continue reading “Fit as a Puzzle”
Santa Claus is coming to town! Now there was a promise that, as a child, was something I could bank on. I remember sitting on his knee as a young girl and the jolly old elf telling listening to my list, but also telling me that he would bring me some surprises. I realize now that this was an obligatory loop hole for the parents who had already spent half of the kid’s college fund and were decidedly done shopping, regardless of what the child tells Santa.
I was pretty ticked off at my husband this morning, writing this on the day after one of the most meaningful occasions of each year for me–Christmas. Visiting our adult children, last night they all decided (at my husband’s enthusiastic suggestion) to watch an older movie entitled “Safety Not Guaranteed”. Bob is a huge movie buff, intensely creative in his own right, and is happy to watch some flicks multiple times to “get more out of them”. A few years back I bought him the original King Kong with (no joke) several hours of background material, and (no joke) he watched it ALL. He also chooses to watch Continue reading “Movie review—aka, a grandmother grows up (a little more, anyway…)”
Epistemology. Hermeneutics. Higher and lower textual criticism. Big words that describe the study (in one sense or another) of God, trying to answer questions like: Does God exist? What is He like?
I would like to posit my additional contribution to the discussion: Humor. Who but a creatively funny Deity could conceptualize the duckbill platypus? I see Adam now, while he was naming all the animals:
“What was He thinking??” (Adam’s reaction, however, is unfortunately not recorded.)
Here’s another example: the skunk. Who else would have the sense of humor to create an animal whose main self-defense was to assault the olfactory nerve of its antagonist??
(I wonder if this was also the occasion of the first expletive, post-Garden, of course…)
Okay, I know this isn’t a “poem” exactly. But it’s my WordPress category, and since I’m not a poet, I can plead ignorance of the genre’s definition. I love this bloggish friend, and asked her several months ago if I could put this up in December. The artist is Kara McGhee and I encourage you to go grab your smiles for free from her site: