Back in the Dark Ages when I was in high school, I played volleyball. Not well, but I tried. In the 1970’s, girls’ athletics was not quite as competitive as it is today and being 5’12” (as I used to call myself) didn’t hurt my chances of making the cut either.
Generally on any team, you have to communicate with each other. Specifically in volleyball, if you don’t communicate with your teammates, you might plow into each other, which would defeat the purpose of getting the ball over the net. When the ball comes your way, you have to send the message, “I’ve got this, so you don’t have to, but be ready because it might be coming your way next.”
As that tends to be a bit wordy, it is condensed into simply:
“MINE!” Continue reading “MINE!”
I have some friends who, when they go to church, carry their concealed firearm. One of them is with the local sheriff’s department. The other is a pastor in another town.
I looked up where the term “arms” as a reference to weaponry comes from:
“Arms, meaning those things used during fighting, comes from the Latin arma, which had largely the same meaning and came from the root ar- meaning ‘to fit together’. Since the 14th century arms has referred to weapons. When new weapons came along that used gunpowder, they were referred to as fire-arms.” (a quote from Doug Rice on https://www.quora.com/What-is-the-etymology-of-the-word-firearm)
Huh. I just kinda thought it looked like fire coming out of your arm…? Shows what I know. Continue reading “Packin’ heat”
Have you noticed that it seems like quite a few flicks coming out of southern Cal studios are based on true events? Maybe the “Industry” kingpins (holding the purse strings) have realized that it’s profitable for art to imitate life rather than the other way around.
Clearly, there’s enough drama, intrigue, and corresponding courage in life and history to keep the screen writers busy. Here’s one I haven’t seen written yet. Continue reading “Where’s a screen writer when you need one?”
You know that whole “knock, and the door will be open to you” thing that Jesus talked about? I’m wondering how many times we stand on that same threshold with the door finally open, but are too scared to step over.
Which makes this story of Nehemiah so informative to me.
The land of the Hebrews, God chosen people, lay in utter ruin and desolation, as predicted. The people, those who survived, are in exile, servants of the foreign king. Nehemiah lands the job of cupbearer of this pagan king himself, not particularly a posh position, since at any time the royal loses his cool, Nehemiah could lose his head. Continue reading “Planning…”
We have what’s called “Third Stage” water treatment in our small town. (I don’t know what stages one and two represent, and possibly would prefer not to.) Suffice it to say that living next to the water treatment plant isn’t a choice area due to the sulfur-like fragrance that wafts in once in a while. (Who likes eating their morning Wheaties when everything smells like rotten eggs?)
Evidently, the water was A LOT worse before we moved here, before the water treatment plant started doing its thing. I’m sure the natives who remembered the old water were grateful.
I tend to shy away from nasty things, except that being a nurse has probably strengthened my olfactory resolve a bit. Nevertheless, given a choice… Continue reading “Meet you at the Dung Gate (bring your own shovel)”
I love the description of the rebuilding of the wall in Jerusalem under Nehemiah’s close eye. We read phrases like “next to him”, and “beside him” throughout the narrative as each family group takes responsibility for a part of the reconstruction.
Obviously, Nehemiah couldn’t accomplish the project on his own; it may have been his vision, but the people’s participation was not only expected, but necessary. There’s a lesson for the church right there—pastors can’t do it all; in fact, not even most of the work in building God’s kingdom. Continue reading “Your turf, or mine?”
Red ink. The bane of literary students, or any student for that matter. You know what it means: misstake, eRr0r, wrong answer, ruuunnnn-on sentence (that was one of my specialties, still is, for all that.) My husband is a teacher, and with some of his exams he allows what I call a do-over (he calls it a “revision”, which sounds much more professorial.) The red ink, or whatever he uses, shows the mistakes which, as disappointing and uncomfortable as it may be at the time, is actually a good thing. The student then gets another chance.
This is what happened with the people in Nehemiah’s day. Having returned from their seventy-year exile to their home in Jerusalem, they were now being instructed from God’s book of the Law, some of them undoubtedly for the first time. Their collective reaction is quite compelling: Continue reading “Red Ink”
My tool box is not extensive. And over the years I have at least had the limited wisdom and resources to gather in a few more specimens to adorn my garage walls: an electric sander, an electric drill, an electric saw; good grief! Makes me appreciate our forebears prior to Ben Franklin’s little kite and key experiment. Some things I have procured only AFTER trying to accomplish the job using,…something else.
Failing to use the correct tool for the job can be not only inconvenient, but downright dangerous. A Phillips screwdriver does a lot better on a Phillips-head screw than, say, a table knife. Ask me how I know. I could give Continue reading “Hand me the drill, please”