What, Thursday Already?

What, is it Thursday already?

And I’m supposed to have a blog post up?

But….but….my wife’s out of town so I’m single dadding and work’s been crazy busy and the kids have had some issues that have had to be dealt with and I’m trying to play catch-up on some badly behind household projects and I needed to take a day to go see my parents and I had a few unplanned things break into my schedule and….and….

Well, this will have to do for now, okay?

Hope all’s well out there, friends, and God bless.

Holding On To Sticks

The dog would like to head across the bridge, but there’s a problem.  Poochie has a stick in his mouth that’s significantly longer than the bridge is wide.

There are conflicting desires going on here.  1) I want to cross the bridge.  2)  I want my stick.

Any halfway competent preacher could turn this into an object lesson on how materialism or holding on to the past can keep us from our mission and purpose.  On the other hand, sometimes protecting and valuing the things we cherish might mean there are courses of action we must sacrifice for the greater good.

One of those dual-purpose metaphor thingies, right, depending on how you might want to make use of it.

Me?  I’m sort of hoping Fido figured out how to get across with his stick.

Hope all’s well out there, friends, and God bless.

Vanity Surgery

Don’t Google “plastic surgery fails” unless you’re prepared for some tragic and heartbreaking sights.  I use Google Images for a lot of the blog pictures I put up, and the one included here was a lot less unsettling than some of the ones I could have gone with.

A “plastic surgery fail” is someone who’s paid a lot of money to look younger and/or more attractive and has wound up looking freakish.  You see it a lot in celebrities who trade on their appearance and are trying to hold off the hands of time a little longer.  And fair enough, sometimes they get pretty decent results and they DO look a little younger than their actual age.  Sometimes it doesn’t work so well, and you get a scary face where once you were good-looking.  Sad.

And it’s all vanity, with maybe a little bit of commercial desperation thrown in.  “I get movie roles because I’m young and pretty; if I start to look middle-aged those offers will dry up.”  And I can’t judge, because I don’t live in that life.  There may be a lot of pressures going on I don’t know anything about.

But I actually spent some time in prayer for those who are so desperate to hold on tightly to youthful beauty, that most fleeting of qualities, that they’re willing to take such extreme risks with their health and appearance to do it.  Tragic, and a pain I will thankfully never have to endure.

Hope all’s well out there today, friends, and God bless.


Thrill Seeking

When I started this blog, I had the idea of doing “Advice for Everyone,” when I’d get friends to do interviews.  That’s fallen by the wayside a little bit; I had some personal issues come up and it’s been a little more laborious getting people to help me out than I had anticipated.  You wouldn’t think it’d be that hard to get people to talk about themselves, but oh, well.  I keep meaning to try to revive that.

In the meantime, you gotta check out this picture of an extreme skateboarder I found on the internet.  Is this guy nuts or what?

I have to confess to not really understanding the thrill seekers, the adrenaline junkies, the extreme sports enthusiasts.  I mean, I can go “wheee” with the best of them on the occasional rollercoaster; I get the exhilaration of speed.  But people who make it their mission to keep doing crazier and crazier things just to see if they can?  I have a certain respect for it, but it’s just not part of my makeup.

Maybe I’m just boring.

Hope all’s well out there, friends, and God bless.

Facing Giants

I scared a young actress’s friends one time.  I was one of the antagonists in a Shakespearean play, and she was playing my innocent daughter, and there’s a confrontation scene where I was extremely abusive toward her.  We staged it carefully, of course, and the actress and I were working together the whole time, but I was verbally and physically quite the cad.  Plus I was more than twice her body weight and a solid foot taller, and I came off as an enormous bully.  Lots of shouting at her and shaking her around.  Her friends were afraid of me after the show.

But the actress wasn’t scared of me at all.  Even if we hadn’t been friends (and we were), she knew that I was constrained by the script and by the rehearsal and by the director and by the theater, and that she was in no danger.  She knew that, big as I was, there were forces bigger and stronger than me that kept me from harming her, and she had nothing to fear.

Giants come into our lives sometimes, but we would do well to remember that there is One Who stands behind them, without Whose permission they would have no power to harm us at all.

And we don’t need to be afraid.

Hope all’s well out there, friends, and God bless.

Impending Doom

This is one of those picture you run across on the internet that you just have to stop and ponder a moment.

I love high-speed photography, and this is a great shot.  That poor hapless bird has about 1/27 of a second left to live.  And it’s sitting there without a care in the world.  I appreciate that not everybody is a fan of snakes but there’s still something awe-inspiring about its raw, predatory speed and power.

I thought of captioning this something like “I’ve had days like this.”  You know the feelings of “impending doom” you sometimes get, where it seems like you KNOW something bad is about to happen?   That’s not this.  This is where you’re just peacefully minding your own business and disaster strikes without warning.

Not sure which is worse, but I don’t like either one.

Poor birdy.

Hope all’s well out there, friends, and God bless.

Trying To Be God

There are two things that must be remembered.

  1. There is a God.
  2. I ain’t Him.

I try to be God, sometimes, usually just in my head.  I rehearse and plan out and fantasize how I’d LIKE for things to go.  Boy, if I just had the strength, or the authority, or the position, or the power, the things I’d take care of.  Usually when I’m trying to redress some perceived (or even actual) wrong, I picture how I want it to go.

Yeah, but vengeance belongs to the Lord.  (Deuteronomy 32:35 and Romans 12:19)  I’d make a royal mess of things trying to be Him.   Not that there aren’t things He would have me do, but I certainly don’t need to be doing HIS job.

I’d make kind of a silly god, wouldn’t I?  Henry, god of juggling and bad jokes.  Beware my wrath, foolish mortals.

Hope all’s well out there, friends, and God bless.


Jokes for Nerds

I love jokes that not everybody will get.  This applies even if I myself don’t get them.  Yeah, okay, it can be seen as exclusionary or elitist, and I suppose that COULD be the motivation.  But I rather prefer to think that these obscure jests are ways to MAKE connections, rather than avoid them.  I have, on more than one occasion, asked someone to “explain the joke” to me, and I’ve never been treated with other than warmth and courtesy when that’s happened.

This is a nerd joke, referring to the “red shift” phenomenon observed by astrophysicists and which is caused by stars traveling away from each other at considerable speed.  I’m nowhere nearly good enough at math to make it into the “science nerd” community, but I do get a lot of the jokes.

I also like the bumper sticker which says “I may or may not brake for Schrodinger’s cat.”

Hope all’s well out there, friends, and God bless.

Pragmatic Car Repair

I love this picture.  I didn’t take it, and don’t know who did, but I’d love to meet the guy (I’d be prepared to wager it was a guy) who came up with this wonderful idea.

There’s a philosophy behind this, which essentially says that “I’ve got things to do with my life that DON’T revolve around doing things ‘properly.'”  It’s the idea of pragmatism: if it works, it’s good.

Say, for instance, your brake light sensor has broken, but you don’t have the time or the money to get it fixed so it looks and works like new.  Or, honestly, it’s just not all that important to you.  Well, all you need is some way to turn the current on and off; a $2 light switch from Home Depot will do the job.  A little cardboard, a little duct tape, and you’re in business.  It’s not pretty, but it doesn’t have to be pretty.  It gets the job done, and you can be on to higher priorities a lot faster.  Just condition yourself to flip the switch when you hit the brakes, and you’re in business.

I’m not mocking.  I’m genuinely respectful and admiring of the kind of ingenuity and lateral thinking that gets this kind of thing done.

Hope all’s well out there, friends, and God bless.

Being Gracious

Janet.  Shane.  Gene, Jean, Joanna, John, Juan, Ian, Johann, Hanna.  All names derived from chana, the Hebrew word for “gracious.”

In Greek it’s “charis,” which has come down to us in English in the word charismatic.  And in the actress Charisma Carpenter, who was one of the funniest things about “Buffy the Vampire Slayer.”  Seriously, she was hilarious.

I was thinking about “gracious” today.  We usually think about a gracious person as someone having good manners, but it really has to do with someone who is giving.  If you say or do something graciously, you are giving courtesy, respect, time, consideration, attention beyond that which you have to.  You’re treating the recipient of your graciousness as being worthy of your best.

The Bible tells us over and over that God is a gracious God.  He gives to us, abundantly and again, without any kind of compensation.

Let us be gracious as well, friends.

Oh, and I was trying to crop that image to take out the whole “my Hebrew name” part at the bottom, but for some reason I was having trouble with the graphics editor on my blogging publisher.  Weird.  I’ve never had any difficulty before.  Oh, well.

Hope all’s well out there, and God bless.