Thursday, August 29, 2013
CROSSING BOUNDARIES
We spend our lives crossing boundaries. Very few shrink from such activity. It seems right somehow that we're always moving in some direction or the other. Aren't atoms and molecules, though invisible to the human eye, doing the same? They constitute our inner soul and even if we decide one day there are no more boundaries to cross, our molecules may not agree.
Saturday, August 24, 2013
Apparent Dichotomy
I have a hunch that God is so great he can empty himself without becoming empty, i.e., he can be a Man on Earth while still being God of the Universe. Thus the apparent dichotomy.
Tuesday, August 20, 2013
SHAGAHRITAVILLE
Sippin on red wine
Havin a good time
Just waiting for my second bowl of grits
Niblin on goat cheese
Feelin the warm breeze
All of the churches are just hypocrites
Wastin away again in Shagahritaville
Searchin for my last shaker of grace
Some people claim that God is to blame
But I know, I've got egg on my face
I know all the reasons
Why God made the seasons
How he likes to play with a stacked deck
And you know I believe
He has a card up his sleeve
In case someone gets a stiff neck
Wastin away again in Shagahritaville
Searchin for my last shaker of grace
Some people claim that God is to blame
But I know, I've got egg on my face
I jumped out a jet plane
When it flew over New Spain
And landed on a place called Polygamy Beach
Where the women are fine
Now I'm sippin white wine
And wonderin if heaven is now out of reach
Wastin away again in Shagahritaville
Searchin for my last shaker of grace
Some people claim that God is to blame
But I know, I've got egg on my face
Havin a good time
Just waiting for my second bowl of grits
Niblin on goat cheese
Feelin the warm breeze
All of the churches are just hypocrites
Wastin away again in Shagahritaville
Searchin for my last shaker of grace
Some people claim that God is to blame
But I know, I've got egg on my face
I know all the reasons
Why God made the seasons
How he likes to play with a stacked deck
And you know I believe
He has a card up his sleeve
In case someone gets a stiff neck
Wastin away again in Shagahritaville
Searchin for my last shaker of grace
Some people claim that God is to blame
But I know, I've got egg on my face
I jumped out a jet plane
When it flew over New Spain
And landed on a place called Polygamy Beach
Where the women are fine
Now I'm sippin white wine
And wonderin if heaven is now out of reach
Wastin away again in Shagahritaville
Searchin for my last shaker of grace
Some people claim that God is to blame
But I know, I've got egg on my face
Tuesday, August 13, 2013
That Goal Time Religion!
The game is now over. It’s
midnight and I’ve been sitting for the past six hours in a dark and dank college
bar on the edge of the campus. In that time I’ve had about ten Old Milwaukees
(Shagah Lite won’t be on the market for 52 years). Since OM is nothing more than
slightly alcoholic colored water I am totally sober. I needed to be so I could
digest what I had seen and heard in the afternoon. It’s a good thing I couldn’t
call the Third Heaven or a fellow TPE. No would have believed me. They would
have thought I was drunk. And they may have been right. I wonder. Did the Aggie
bartender spike the OM?
In an effort to remain
coherent, I am going to simply list what I learned. Since, as far as I know, I
am the only person from 2011 now living in 1959 (well, in this particular and
peculiar 1959) I have no witnesses that I can ask to corroborate these
assertions. Either simply believe me or simply don’t. I would wash my hands of
it if I could but there’s no soap in the bathroom.
Here in no particular order
is the game of ‘College Football’ as it was played on June 12, 1959 in College
Station, Texas:
1. Entrance to the game is
free because a collection plate is passed around at
halftime.
2. Also, at halftime, a band
plays and a chorus sings ‘A Mighty Fortress is Our Football’ while little bits
of beef brisket and tiny cups of Shiner beer are passed around to all the
players, coaches, school officials, game officials, press members, students and
spectators.
3. When a player is headed
for a touchdown, he is said to be ‘Glory Bound’.
4. The coach of the Aggies is
named Herbert W. Armstrong. The QB is his son, Garner Ted.
5. The games are played on
Saturday because, according to Armstrong, if there was a God, he would have
wanted them to play on that day because it was God’s Play
Day.
6. Penalties, such as off
sides or holding, are called sins. If a player commits a sin, he has to ask
forgiveness from the game official who called the sin. The game official
subjectively decides whether or not to forgive the sin. If he does not, the team
with the sinner has to pay a tithe (ten yard penalty).
7. Football is played year
round. All other sports are banned. The young man did turn me in and I was
accused of blasphemy and threatened with excommunication. When they found out I
just passing through they let me go with a warning.
8. A huddle is called a
Prayer Circle.
9. What I know as a ‘Hail
Mary’ pass they call a ‘Hail Darwin.’
10. Madeline O’Hare is the
Commissioner of the Texas Football Synod.
11. ‘Getting to the Promised
Land’ means going to the Cotton Bowl on New Year’s Day.
12. An ‘Altar Call’ is when
fans storm the field once the game is over.
I could go on but I think you
get the drift.
THE END
Tuesday, August 6, 2013
A Cautionary Tail
WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN
Zendo was an unusual dog. He could not only wag his tail sideways but he could also wag it up and down. Over the years his master had used Zendo's tail as a sounding board (sideways meant no while up and down meant yes) when a big decision needed to be made. Such a time was now but before Zendo wags his tail let's go back a ways and see what has brought us to this point.
Zendo's master had worked for a branch of the Federal government for almost nine years. It wasn't a very rewarding job but it was a safe and secure one with benefits and if he could make it twenty years he would have a pension that would mean a steady income for the rest of his life. Since Zendo's master also had a wife and three kids, he knew it was incumbent upon him to keep the job no matter the inner leanings of his heart. But yet, something was calling him to throw it all away. A few years before, on a whim, he had started publishing a newsletter. This newsletter was sort of religious but not religious in the way most of us think as religious. It was highly irreverent, written with humor and insight, and included winsome illustrations by the author himself. In honor of his faithful companion, he had entitled the newsletter 'A Cautionary Tail.'
Now the newsletter had reached a 500 strong subscriber list and Zendo's master had begun thinking to himself: if every subscriber averages $100 in donations per year that would mean $50,000 in income! Of course, the fact that most of the subscribers sent in no money at all did not seem to register in Zendo's master's brain. He just knew somehow that if he quit his job and threw himself wholeheartedly into the newsletter, big, big things would happen. Heck, the subscriber list would probably then grow into the thousands and there would be plenty of money to take care of the wife and kids. They could travel all over the United States where he could give uplifting, insightful, and inspirational talks to his legion of loyal subscribers. And the kids would be well taken care of; their education opportunities unlimited. Yes, they would be one big happy family.
Such a wonderful idea. Then Zendo's master opened his eyes and received a positive heavenly communication. He didn't think so at the time but now we know better.
Zendo was wagging his tail sideways.
THE END
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