Monthly Archives: January 2013

Big Brown Puppy Eyes

I am thankful for our little Beagle, Missy. I should probably call her Shadow, she follows me everywhere she can. Unquestioning adoration, love–she thinks I’m all that and a bag of doggie treats.

I was particularly moved this evening washing dishes. She sat on a rug not too far away, just watching. Every time I glanced over, she was watching. Ears perked up, very focused. Just waiting for whatever it was I was going to do so she could be with me doing it. I gave her a treat, figuring she should get something while I had humble pie. It was the only time she shifted her attention from me and only until it was gone.

Would that I had such devotion to my Master…

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Also Worth Carping About…

I am thankful for catfish. And similar bottom feeders. They too have the Prime Porcine Power of turning garbage into food.

Sadly, because it all does in fact, run down hill, the catfish is literally at the bottom. In addition to the garbage, they also suck up a lot of other carp…uh, crap…including heavy metals. Catfish are not really musically inclined, despite collecting heavy metals; it seems they have no sense of scale.

No, I’m not sorry.

 

Silk Purse…

I am thankful for pigs. What an incredible concept! They have a miraculous ability, a version of the Philosopher’s Stone, said to turn lead into gold: they turn garbage into food. Wonderfully tasty food, too, like ham, bacon, pork loin, bacon, chitterlings, bacon, pig’s feet, bacon…well, you get the idea.

The sow’s ear really is a silk purse.

Mirror, Mirror II

sunday’s Spiritual Spin

I am thankful that all mirrors are reflective, and that not all of them are made of glass, plastic & mylar.

“Anyone who listens to the word but does not do what it says is like a man who looks at his face in a mirror and, after looking at himself, goes away and immediately forgets what he looks like. But the man who looks intently into the perfect law that gives freedom, and continues to do this, not forgetting what he has heard, but doing it—he will be blessed in what he does.” (James 1:23-25)

Mirrors reflect what’s in them–they show us what we look like. They show us places we cannot physically see. And sometimes, it takes more than one mirror to do the job: for example, I cannot see the back of my neck without at least two mirrors, and then it’s not the best angle and all that.

In a similar fashion, ‘Scripture shows us what we really look like, whether a believer or non-believer. (Sadly, the two categories are not interchangeable, although folks all too often mix them up. But’s that’s for another post.)

 

The Wheels on the Bus…

I am thankful for the local bus service. New buses -they’re replacing the older fleet. They all run on compressed Natural Gas (CNG). Not the most comprehensive service areas, but given the (funding) challenges and the fact that most folks around here have cars, they do a pretty good job.

Some of the lines are very punctual; others, not so much. And of course, the less punctual routes are the ones with the most folks riding. But that’s OK. Anyone using the services on a routing basis knows and understands. Probably don’t like it, but there you have it.

They also have a pretty decent website with routes & schedules published as well as smart phone apps with the same info plus a live bus tracker–you can get an idea of where your next ride is along the route.

Pretty cool. Now if only all government agencies were up to these (lame) standards. <sigh>

 

Reset

I am thankful for reset buttons.  Their was a problem with the wifi router last night–ultimately fixed by application of the reset button. Wiped the slate clean, so to speak, and while it was inconvenient (losing all the settings) it wasn’t as inconvenient as the malfunctioning wifi.

Children understand the power of a “do over”, a reset.

Adults too frequently forget. We tend to focus on the (relatively) few times you really can’t get a do over of any sort and project them to all circumstances.

With God, there is always a reset button. He allows do overs all the time. Trust in Him and He wipes your slate clean. Well, actually, He gives you a new slate–one that doesn’t hold record of failure no matter how hard you try to scribble them on it.

But that’s another story. (Be welcome to contact me about it if you’d like to hear it. I will update this post as soon as I get it written up and added as another page here.)