City traffic can be a bit baffling. I have yet to upgrade my brain from paper maps and road signs to GPS. I suspect that, even with the spooky little disembodied voice, I’d still have some difficulty and occasional confusion navigating my way around some cities with all the one-way streets, dead ends, and whatnot. I’m from Indianapolis, so one would think; but alas, I was born and bred a suburbanite, and therefore, city traffic still befuddles me. I’ve ridden with cabbies in both NYC and London. I hear it takes several years to Continue reading “No dead end”
This terrific offering is from one of my bloggin’ buddies, Kathy Boecher at A Time To Share, and as an added bonus (at no extra cost!) the artwork is by her very talented husband, Paul Boecher! I’m scheduling this for summertime; it’s a good reminder between the two important holidays of Christmas and Easter. Check out Kathy’s site for more good stuff!
Well, okay, some of it (lots of it) is more than a bit gruesome and could rival anything coming out of Hollywood. I mean, why spend eight bucks at the theatre when you can read about the concubine who was cut up into twelve pieces and subsequently Fed-Ex’d (via chariot?) to each tribe of Israel?
And some people regard the Bible as outdated, irrelevant milktoast. Go figure.
Today’s average American is more apt to rebel against a tennis shoe
not coming in the right color than against the slow erosion
of our democratic freedom.
(a major project at home/ red Georgia clay / Julie Cook / 2016)
It’s not the moon.
It’s not some foreign land
It’s not a desert….
Yet it feels very much like a desert.
With deadly heat radiating up and off.
This forbidding alien landscape, however, is merely an excavated and grated bank in our yard.
Remember our yard is a former pasture.
This is a large, long, dry, hot, rocky bank.
A daunting side project…a resulting spill off project, stemming from a larger project.
A side project, now a major project, demanding immediate attention.
There has been no rain…
Nothing of consequence in over a month.
The word drought comes to mind…. And with a large…
Gary Smalley, a gifted family counselor and founder of the Smalley Relationship Center, conceived a simple personality test using four animals as examples; the lion is used in his demonstration as one who tends to have inherent leadership potential, but is also fraught with some significant relational challenges. I’m thinking the Apostle Paul was, perhaps, one of these:
In terms of home ownership, the only good mouse is a dead mouse. Unless, of course, the olfactory evidence informs you of the deceased, but you can’t locate the corresponding corpse. There are various outcomes connected with this unfortunate demise:
The odor tends to encourage one to relocate to a different part of the house. That’s not necessarily so bad if the size of one’s abode can accommodate such changes. If, on the other hand, you live in an apartment, or a house full of other people, say, three or four children, that’s not quite so easy.
And/or we try to cover up the smell with other smells. I would also tend to opt for opening the windows for that fresh air aroma, but this also is not so convenient in December or January. So, instead, I get a mixture of holiday cinnamon with dead rodent, which will likely not do so well on the market next Christmas.
If Truth in Palmyra thinks he can throw down the gauntlet and get away with it, then I’m in! (And I hope, if you’re reading this, you are also!)
Here’s the meme he posted:
To which my comment included:
“How would I live now if I really embrace fully this concept? What would be different about my responses and concerns?”
Followed by his invitation of:
“That’s a good question…what’s the answer? You first.”
Here’s some beginning thoughts, but perhaps you might add a few more? I have referenced a several blogs specifically, but anyone can play, as long as we all play nice. (Actually, all Christians could use some insight on this one, so comments are welcomed and solicited.)
My two cents:
If I’m made (created/designed) for another world, that must mean that I have certain otherwise “alien” (non-resident) capacities that are not considered “normal” for this place. (I should not be put off by modern-day usage of Acts 2 and 1 Corinthians 12-14, for example.)
If I’m made (created/designed) for another world, I should not be taken aback when I am misunderstood, misrepresented, and/or mistreated.
If I’m made (created/designed) for another world, that may mean that I have certain pit-falls, spiritual “kryptonite” if you will, that must be avoided at all costs, but doesn’t seem to cause any discomfort to those who are of this world.
Okay I guess that three cents instead of two. And perhaps I should stop, since I’m delving a bit deeper into the Superman analogy (that’s my husband’s blog…) But when you think of it, that’s what we are called to be, in a sense, naturally not of our own power but by the supernatural power from an Other-Worldly Source.