I remember, as a kid, singing from the hymnbook in church and after awhile realizing I was singing the words, but my mind was somewhere else. C’mon, I’m not the only one!!
Alright, I’ll even go a step further in the confessional. I was leading our small congregation in that song, Trading My Sorrows. (Okay, so I don’t quite sound like the guy in the video….)
I was telling our folks that the negatives in our lives actually do have trade-in value to God and that we can to give them to Him. He values our sorrows, our pain. But here’s the rub: when I say something on stage, God’s really pointing the finger at me, isn’t He? (Ouch.) Continue reading “Do I have to do this, too?”
Things that don’t make sense:
- Why flight attendants give instructions on how to use the inflatable life jacket on a flight from Kansas City to to Los Angeles. It seems these items would be much benefit flying over Kansas wheat fields or the Rockies. Granted, my geography isn’t so good, but maybe they know something I don’t? (Corollary: why don’t we get parachutes instead?)
- Why “flammable” and “inflammable” mean the same thing. (As if the English language isn’t confusing enough, even for those of us who grew up with it.)
- Why a black hat stands for the bad guy and a white hat stands Continue reading “Things that don’t make sense…”
Bob says my head is a scary place to visit. Truth be told, he does occasionally admit that that’s one of the reasons he married me 35+ years ago. To this day, he says that I’m “irregular”. In the common sense, it’s both a blessing…and a curse.
I tried teaching myself logic from an authentically academic book. Not the term “logic” that is generously used in everyday usage, although that idea harkens back to the true definition, I suppose. One of the few things I got out of this autodidactic exercise, (besides that fact that I probably wasn’t going to learn this without a qualified teacher…), is that false premises lead to faulty conclusions. In other words, Continue reading “If A, then B…or not.”