Unsettled days. Days when
life is changing dramatically and the future is an unknown. Days when routine is no longer available and
plotting a new course is your only option.
Resiliency is one of the greatest assets of humans. We make do.
We survey our problems, check for resources, create plans and contingencies
and move forward, maybe slow and muddling but forward as best we can. We are resilient and for that we should
always find time for praise. We make do
because we are made to make do, “fearfully and wonderfully made” to make do!
Thursday, August 11, 2016
Tuesday, August 9, 2016
How Did We Get So Lucky
Light rain all night and heavy dew this morning. The earth works. Why?
This crystal blue ball floating in what we know is an enormous black
apathetically hostile vacuum. Why? It is like Someone of Immense Power is
enamored with us.
Monday, August 8, 2016
There Would Be An Empty Vacuum Tube
The longer I live the more I am conscious of the sincerity of “stuff”. Take color.
Substances like this I cannot articulate or explain but they exist in
such abundance that there is no denying the miraculousness of their
existence. How does “stuff” like this
come to be and to continue to be? I pose
this dilemma to myself in this way. If I
had a vacuum tube that was empty and I came back in 4.5 billion years what
would I find in the tube? Color? Could anyone imagine such a sincere natural occurrence to
equal that? So what do I attribute color
too? That is a reasonable question that
everyone should definitively try and answer.
P.S. You know some
scientists believe that color only exists in our minds, that our brains
translate color waves and that in reality the world is black and white, made
colorfully vibrant by our brains. Now
that would never show up in the vacuum tube.
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| Peter Maxx was the first artist I admired because of his use of color. |
Sunday, August 7, 2016
A Caterpillar Sign
While I was praying this morning an enormous caterpillar fell
right at my foot. Literally right out of
the sky. An incident like this does
not happen; it must be a sign of some sort! I mean a caterpillar falling from
the sky? I propose the following meaning
of the sign; praying is in many ways the way boys become men like caterpillars
become butterflies. Or maybe he just
slipped off the tree above me.
Saturday, August 6, 2016
Leaf Worship
Leaves are one of the greatest miracles, gifts to everyone. Think of all the times they have served
you. Oh Great And Mighty Lover, Maker of
Every Leaf, i am sincerely grateful.
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