Thursday, March 28, 2024

The Sasquatch Beautification Project





The other day Barb was combing her hair in preparation for church, and I said, "Oh, it's the Sasquatch Beautification Project, eh?"

So I had to write the poem below as penance.

It's better than a full-body cast.

I have come to the conclusion
that eyes are privileged to see;
Barb must be optic delusion,
none can be lovely as she.
I thought that she was pretty hot
on the morning that we met,
a feeling that I'll truly not
be able ever to forget,
but now I am forced to say
that the years exert a cost
on all others every day;
compared to Barb their cause is lost,
and their envy makes them green
beside cutest Sasquatch I have seen.

The Five Minute Friday prompt this week is ALREADY.

So have your dried your hair already?
C'mon, c'mon, you gotta go!
Just stand right there, still and steady,
and I will let the dryer blow,
but hey, there's lots of sparks a-flyin'
and the thing seems really dead,
but I know your hair needs drying,
and I have just the thing instead!
I'll just fetch my tanks and torch
and my trusty heating tip.
They're right out there on the porch,
I'll get them in and then let rip
and start you out upon your day
with hair that's dried the redneck way.

Three minutes thirty, and you're telling me you've NEVER done this?

Music from The Charlie Daniels Band, with The Legend Of Wooley Swamp

Sylvia is glad I didn't need a body cast. Bites don't heal well beneath plaster.


 

Tuesday, March 26, 2024

The Joy Of Sects (Tell His Story)



 There's Baptists and there's Nazarenes,
and Holy Rollers too.
There's Jesuits (the Lord's Marines!);
which one of them are you?
Are you feller bilong Pope
(that's Nugini Pidgin)?
Just where do you place your hope
in this Café of Religion?
I know, I know, our hope's in God,
and not in man-made scaffolding,
but we're human, and we're flawed,
and need a set of rules to bring
us to that mighty Throne of Grace
with courage left to see His Face.


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Thursday, March 21, 2024

The Burden Of Forgiveness


 It's the hardest thing I've had to do,
the least appealing job to face,
to gird myself and stand next to
who wronged me and offer them grace
through forgiving in Your presence,
through a willingness to love,
not because that is my essence,
but I must choose to rise above
the hates that were all I could see,
that choking fetid dumpster fire,
for something that's transcended me,
for the dousing of the pyre
that its hot smoke may not affright
the purity of Heaven's light.

The Five Minute Friday prompt this week is BLAME.

I blame those whom I must forgive,
and hold them to a strict account
for making life harder to live,
for I'm called to the full amount
of seeing sin inside of me,
and knowing that I am no better
than those whose faults I clearly see,
whose brotherhood becomes a fetter
to make be stand up by their side
in the palace of the King.
I really would prefer to hide
and let God do His thing,
but I have to be prepared
for a judgement that is shared.

Four minutes and YUCK! I hated to write that.

Music from the Traveling Wilburys, with Handle With Care

Sylvia's forgiveness requires ice cream.




Tuesday, March 19, 2024

Don't Be Yourself (Tell His Story)



I once set out to find myself, but I wasn't there.

Good thing, too.

Don't let yourself define you
(I can hardly make this clearer!).
You have just got to see through
that image in the mirror,
for it's a most worldly thing,
a creature of a grasping greed,
obsessed with status and with bling,
and bowing to the septic need
to stand apart from God the Maker,
a clay idol on its own
for whom time will be undertaker
before the beast is fully grown,
so look on through the looking glass
to the place where saints and angels pass.

Music from The Killers, with Human

They're maybe the most British band that isn't British.

Sylvia doesn't need to know herself as long as there's ice cream.





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Thursday, March 14, 2024

Do You Want To Be Healed?


 


Do you want to be healed? asked Jesus.

That of course begs the question, Why do you want to be healed?

For most people it's probably a no-brainer. They want to pick up the threads of a ruined life, kinda like Job.

But I'll wager that many don't really think past the miracle, to exactly what they're going to do with that outpouring of grace.

It's kind of like the lottery. A lot of winners wind up broke after a year, because they really had no idea what they were going to do with that windfall, and on-the-job training doesn't seem to work too well.

So if you're asking for a miracle, when all seems lost, and hope has gone...are you ready to receive it?

I don't think God keeps a scorecard, dispensing or withholding the miraculous on the basis of preparedness, so, no, being ready isn't going to help you get what you want.

It'll just make what comes after so much more worthwhile!

So throw your heart and your dreams down the years. Throw them in courage and faith, and maybe, just maybe God will hand them back to you on the other side of Grace.

And if that's not His will, you'll have journeyed in hope.

Is it a miracle you need,
the hand of God for which you wait?
If so, you must plant the seed
for that unknown harvest date.
Don't just sit with arms upraised,
tears on cheeks and mind in neutral.
Sure, the Good Lord should be praised,
but you will find your praise is futile
if you do not have a plan
that projects your heart on ahead.
Don't despair, just understand
that it's not just for lament Christ bled,
but also for the stalwart few,
who, being healed, knew what to do.

The Five Minute Friday prompt this week is HURRY. I'll be quick.

Hurry up, fulfill your dream,
and then move on to another
so it will always just seem
that you're outdoing your brother,
for this life's a competition
of cool virtues and hot sins,
and culmination of the vision
is he who dies with most toys wins.
Toss a buck for the collection,
let people think that it's a ten,
for on serious reflection
you'll find now has come to then
and you'll find on fun you've spent
every last benighted cent.

I have no idea where I was going with that, but hey, it's under four minutes.

Music from Glen Campbell, with Rhinestone Cowboy

Sylvia regards ice cream as miraculous enough.



Tuesday, March 12, 2024

Pistol Packin' Jesus (Tell His Story)



 

From Luke's Gospel, chapter 22...

36 Then said he unto them, But now, he that hath a purse, let him take it, and likewise his scrip: and he that hath no sword, let him sell his garment, and buy one.
37 For I say unto you, that this that is written must yet be accomplished in me, And he was reckoned among the transgressors: for the things concerning me have an end.
38 And they said, Lord, behold, here are two swords. And he said unto them, It is enough.

The Bible has a lot of sections that are puzzling (read Revelation lately?), but hearing Mr. Turn The Other Cheek suggest that it's time to buy a sword is in a class by itself.

There's any amount of commentary.

Some think it's heavy irony.

Some say that Jesus, knowing he was reckoned among transgressors, wanted to seal the deal by having the Apostles dress up as terrorists. (Presumably, two swords would be enough proof to convict Him.)

Many call this passage figurative, with swords as symbolic of the strength they'd need to endure the coming trials (remember, this scene takes place at the Last Supper).

There are problems with each of these interpretations.

Previously, Jesus had sent the Apostles out in pairs, with only the clothes they wore. But now, with His death imminent, He's telling them to take precautions. The purse bit is there, and it doesn't sound like irony.

As for lending credence to His criminal reputation, He wasn't arrested for leading an armed revolt. So was that suggestion an Oops on His part?

As for a figurative interpretation, this device was usually used in parables, and not in this kind of context.

But hold on...what about Turn The Other Cheek?

There are those who think He meant, turn the other cheek when struck, take one more blow, and then punch out your opponent.

Though it's tempting, and seems to go with doing two miles with someone when one has been demanded (two miles, not twenty), it doesn't seem consistent with His other teachings.

And cutting back across the aisle, He didn't tell the centurion whose servant He healed (and whose faith He highly braised) to find a job with Oxfam...as He advised the rich young man to do.

And then again,.He knew Peter had a sword at the Garden of Gethsemane (I mean, He's GOD, yeah?). He didn't tell Pete to leave it at home. He just said that it was not...or no longer...the time.

So I'm left puzzled.

What about you?

Just what kind of sidearm
do you think Jesus would carry?
A 44 to cause alarm,
homage to Dirty Harry?
He said go ye and sell a cloak
if you have got two
and buy a sword...was this a joke,
or was He quoted true?
It's really hard to reconcile
with Turn The Other Cheek,
but He didn't call for change in style
from the centurion who'd seek
his servant's healing and relief
based solely on his own belief.

Here's Bing Crosby and the Andrews Sisters, with Pistol Packin' Mama

Sylvia doesn't need a gun. Her teeth do the job. Besides...no opposable thumbs!





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Thursday, March 7, 2024

The Reality


 Why did they not want me, God?
Was it something that I did?
Or was it that I may be flawed,
and that they would be rid
of the love I held within,
all that I had to give?
Was, for them, my heart a sin?
Why'd they not let me live?
And God held me much closer still,
and said He didn't know,
that it had been part of His will
that I'd be born and grow
and learn to laugh and learn to play...
and then He had to turn away.

Let this be an engraving
upon your Christian heart,
dedication to the saving
of those who stand apart
and weeping watch the great parade
of life go passing by.
For them the party is charade
for they are marked to die.
They are merely in the way,
an inconvenience,
but you can do much more than pray
with the best intents,
so rise and carry home the fight,
and roll back their coming night.

Under three minutes.

It was Barb writing the second sonnet. She didn't want to claim credit.

I can't think of any music to go with this

Neither can Sylvia.



Tuesday, March 5, 2024

Do You Believe In Miracles? (Tell His Story)


 

As you light the votives,
is your faith a fraud?
Do you doubt the motives
of Almighty God?
Do you feel that miracles divine
have forever passed,
and that the Mets of '69
surely was the last?
Or will you wait, though sad and broken,
yet knowing you were not fed lies,
with your heart wounded but open
to the glory of the skies,
that the God of Three Cross Hill
may show you some wonders still?

Music from Mike And The Mechanics, with All I Need Is A Miracle

Sylvia counts ice cream as miraculous.



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