Friday, January 06, 2006

Picture Memories

If a picture is worth a thousand words, seems like the Bible should have been more like my high-school year book. Granted, it would be more like charts and hand sketches instead of glossy photos--but, come to think of it, so was my high school year book. Just pictures--hm, just a thought, but I s'pose that would probably have made the Scriptures open to all kinds of misinterpretation.

I must admit, my mind seems to remember in pictures more than paragraphs. If I were running out of my burning house, would I take my picture album or my diary? Since I don't have a diary, I would grab the pictures, although they are more in piles than in albums. Maybe that's why the eyes are the windows to the soul. Maybe that's why more people watch movies than read books. Maybe not.

A big THANK YOU! to all who made our trip to Las Vegas for Christmas so GREAT!

The dancers were excellent and the cards were hot. Of course the dancers were 12, 10, 6, and 2 years old. And my grandson and granddaughter beat me unmercifully at Texas Hold 'Em. Lucky pups.

God is good.

Friday, November 11, 2005

VD Addendum

Now that I think of it, why would I reply, "Thank you" to someone who said it first. I know, it was, "Thank you for thanking me." Is it so hard just to say, "You're welcome." It seems a bit odd to me that we have developed a short form for Thank You, i.e. Thanks; but we haven't come up with a good way to shorten "You're welcome." Does that mean anything? Maybe not.

Yes, it is more blessed to give than to receive. But sometimes it's harder to receive. Probably because we're in control when we're doing the giving. To receive graciously and gracefully--a bit humbling--even for a Hobo.

Veteran's Day

The label makers have struck again. Now I am a Hobo Blogger--only blogging once in a while. Hmmm. Hitching a ride, seeing the countryside, feeling the wind on my face, dipping "my cup of soup from a gurgling, cracking cauldron in some train yard"--doesn't sound so bad to me.

Forgive me, for I have sinned. I painted oak. I know, I know, poplar or pine you could understand, but OAK! I would like to claim dementia, temporary insanity, or maybe just plain ignorance--but alas, it was planned. And I knew what I was doing. O the shame of it. The details are to morbid to share, to corrupt to speak of in public.

Today is Veterans' Day. Happy VD to all my fellow vets. Some woman at Lowe's noticed my patriotic "flag" shirt (hard not to notice) and asked if I was a vet. I proudly owned up to it and she stuck out her hand and said, "Thank you for your service to our country." I admit I got a small knot in my throat and eked out a "Thank you" in return. Don't forget: if you can read this, thank a teacher; if you are reading it in English, thank a vet. Not original with me, but nonetheless appropriate.

So what are the milestones in life--your birth; your rebirth; your children's births; your graduations; your first job? I am adding to the list--the day I retire. A year away; would it be Hobo of me to start counting down? Maybe it's a bit too soon, but........what the heck. Those labeled "Hobo" must live up to the legend. Pray for the peace of Jerusalem.

Saturday, October 29, 2005

Trunk or Treat

Wow, are we up on the latest craze--Trunk or Treat! Since you can't let your kids go trick-or- treating because of the stray needles and razor blades that might find their way into midget candy bars, there's a whole new approach. We gathered the church kids into the picnic shelter, arranged our cars in the church parking lot much like the pioneers circled their wagons, then let the kids take their candy collection bags from car to car and receive the goodies from us oldsters who had our trunks (and vans and SUVs) filled with lights and decorations and, of course, candy. Granny and I were Miss Piggy and Kermit. They liked us.

Too bad people think so much about ghosts and goblins. Too bad people think so much about the walking dead and spooks and vampires. Too bad people don't just enjoy giving candy to kids and watching them smile.

The Messiah has already conquered the demonic. I s'pose if you don't know the truth, you just make something up that seems right. After all, there has to be some paranormal explanation for things that go bump in the night.

I had a professor who used to quote Albert Sweitzer as having said, Theologians look down the long well of time and, seeing their own reflection at the bottom, cry "Jesus!" How often do we just decide what God should be like, or what He should do, or what He should not do, simply because we want to create him in our image, rather than being grateful that we have been created in His? Do we know God by what we have decided in our own minds, or by what He has chosen to reveal to us?

Wednesday, October 26, 2005

Go figure.

Today I went to a workshop on "How to Eliminate Unacceptable Employee Behavior." There are evidently people who agree to work hard in order to get a job, but then, once they get the job, they somehow change their minds. And they expect to continue to be paid.

I also learned that Americans enjoy the challenge of always being told, "You're doing good, but you could do better." Good managment somehow causes us to rise to greatness. Do we only function at maximum when we think there is someone watching? I think there is a sermon in there somewhere.

Tonight we have to clean up the house because the cleaning woman is coming tomorrow. I s'pose there's a sermon in that also.

Tuesday, October 25, 2005

13 Months to go

I'm about to retire. Never really thought much about it. I s'pose at this point it's not really a retirement so much as a major working change. I've been in adult education since 1988 and it's really time to do something else.

Maybe I'll valet park cars for some big casino in Las Vegas. That would give me some exercise and put a little money in my pocket. Granny says we should open up a marrying chapel. She can do flowers and sew dresses. I can do the marryin' and the serenading. Nah. I don't faintly resemble Elvis.

Actually the best thing about this retirement business is the prospect of aggravating the bejeebers out of my grandchildren before they get too old to appreciate it. It's a gift.