The Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art in Kansas City, Missouri, is a truly beautiful place, inside and out. I love the antiquities area, as you can walk through ancient Egypt and gawk at the real-live (pardon the pun) mummy. I especially appreciate the artwork from the days of the early church. In one glassed-in case resides a “reliquary”, a silver ornate depository of some sainted person’s finger bone, or so they say. Who “they” are, I’m not sure. Evidently, there was supposedly something special about the bones of any saint so-and-so, and to have one was quite a boon back in the day, a bit higher on the scale than, say, a rabbit’s foot.
Mark Twain makes a point in one of his books that, in Continue reading “Is your religion a rabbit’s foot?”
It’s an uncharacteristically warm day in winter, so I’ll need to go out and turn the compost. Now, that might not sound too exciting, unless you see it with a little vision (or a lot, depending on your perspective, I suppose…) My heavy-duty fork and I have an interesting relationship—I supply the muscle but it touches the biologicals. It’s work, but I’m hoping a good harvest this coming summer.
Which is nothing compared to the work in this account…
Backstory: What little was left of the Continue reading “Never waste a good compost”
I think someone once said that old houses have character. Now we can get around the word old with synonyms like vintage, rustic, historic, quaint. But no matter how you spell it, it still comes out O-L-D. Roof, sidewalks, ceilings, electricity, oh, and let’s not forget the pipes. Sometimes my vintage-rustic-quaint-historic old house likes to show its character in very inconvenient ways and without much warning. Like a kitchen sink that refuses to drain—during Christmas dinner preparations. Or a leaky roof when the snow decides Continue reading “This Old Pipe”
Yeah, I know, I know, Christmas is over, but the message is still relevant this far into 2016! The author can be found here: UFUOMAEE I recommend you wander over to her place and see what else she has in store for you this still very new year.
(Oh, and if you’re new to this part of the blog, here’s the “disclaimer”.)
It is unbelievable that a Continue reading “Unbelievable”
So interesting how language changes, even in one’s own lifetime. A surfboard was something of a status symbol at the beach in the 60’s. Now that fine word has been sliced up: Typing has morphed into keyboarding, and surf is something one does on the internet.
Either way, there’s still no comparison to putting pen to paper. I’m a bit picky with my pens; maybe it’s just a sign of age. I prefer ball point, fine line. I remember using the old cartridge pens, and when they sprung a leak, you knew it. Ball points not quite as much, but
they can still get gooey and cause some literary angst, especially when…
- …it smudges and makes a mess on the paper. This must be particular frustrating to left-handed writers, as they drag their dominate hand across the paper, leaving a black trail in its wake. (I’m right handed, and have grown to realize how discriminated against they are!)
- …the smudginess is distracting to the reader, and can even garble up the communication if they are left to interpret the ink when it looks like Chinese characters or a Rorschach test.
- …it wastes ink and paper, which costs money (and trees).
- …it’s hard to get out of clothes, especially when you wash and dry one hidden in a pocket. (You wonder how I know this??? Yes, white nursing uniform.)
Warning: Such a pen tends to be put aside for a more efficient writing tool.
This may not be a perfect analogy to my life, but a few points may be worthy of note:
- Life generally just gets messy sometimes, or many times, even without my help. Someone comes along and drags their crud through my lane leaving some ink smudges while they trek merrily along. Or worse, I’m the leaky one. Whether through offenses retained from someone else’s ink, or decisions of my own, I’m blotching up my own personal timeline hitting the publish button whether I know it or not.
- This causes distractions to those reading my life. And they are there, for all of us, usually when we are least aware of it, watching and learning from how we react and respond.
- The grudge-holding blemishes are some of the worst emotion-absorbers of all time, to name but one among many. As a Christian in particular, this one wastes the abundant life that is intended to flow through me to others.
- Sometimes even when the offense is resolved and forgiven, there still is that emotional or relational stain that needs to be dealt with. And this takes time, effort, and an expert Laundryman.
Me, I tend to throw leaky pens away. Thank God for amazing grace, that He doesn’t do that with us! But the warning remains, that if I CHOOSE to remain leaky and continue to cause smudges, He might put me up for a while in favor of a more efficient tool. That would be sad…
Because the best thing for a pen is to be held in the hand of the Writer!