This came my way yesterday and to my mind certainly provides food for thought. Happy Sunday.
- In a mother’s womb were two babies. One asked the other: “Do you believe in life after delivery?” The other replied, “Why, of course. There has to be something after delivery. Maybe we are here to prepare ourselves for what we will be later.”
“Nonsense,” said the first. “There is no life after delivery. What kind of life would that be?”
The second said, “I don’t know, but there will be more light than here. Maybe we will walk with our legs and eat from our mouths. Maybe we will have other senses that we can’t understand now.”
The first replied, “That is absurd. Walking is impossible. And eating with our mouths? Ridiculous! The umbilical cord supplies nutrition and everything we need. But the umbilical cord is so short. Life after delivery is to be logically excluded.”
The second insisted, “Well I think there is something and maybe it’s different than it is here. Maybe we won’t need this physical cord anymore.”
The first replied, “Nonsense. And moreover, if there is life, then why has no one ever come back from there? Delivery is the end of life, and in the after-delivery, there is nothing but darkness and silence and oblivion. It takes us nowhere.”
“Well, I don’t know,” said the second, “but certainly we will meet Mother and she will take care of us.”
The first replied “Mother? You actually believe in Mother? That’s laughable. If Mother exists then where is She now?”
The second said, “She is all around us. We are surrounded by her. We are of Her. It is in Her that we live. Without Her, this world would not and could not exist.”
Said the first: “Well I don’t see Her, so it is only logical that She doesn’t exist.”
To which the second replied, “Sometimes, when you’re in silence and you focus and listen, you can perceive Her presence, and you can hear Her loving voice, calling down from above.”
Maybe this was one of the best explanations of the concept of GOD.
Have you ever wished there were more days in the week? What if we were to take our week and shorten each weekday, plus Saturday by four hours making twenty hour days? Sunday would remain twenty-four hours. With the twenty-four saved hours we could have a new day between Saturday and Sunday, giving us a three day weekend.
What to call the new day? Happyday.
My imagination just ran away with me when I saw this photo. I can’t help give it the title of Giraffic Park. (sorry) Happy Monday, anyway. P.S. My friend Joyce will like it.
Did you know that singing is good for the soul? Singing also relieves stress, exercises the lungs, and decreases depression. All this is my own opinion, but it works for me. And take this little guy…can’t you just hear him? (Of course, he could just be waiting to be fed but I prefer to believe that he is singing a new song).
Thomas Kinkade was known as the Painter of Light because of the beautiful hints of light in all of his paintings. Here are a few more of his quotes.
Feed your heart with beauty.
Somewhere out there is a unique place for you to serve, a unique life role for you to fill.
Condition yourself for joy by doing little things you love on a regular basis.
Even the most mundane tasks can be transformed into inspiring sources of joy.
Opening our eyes to beauty really means opening our hearts and imaginations.
Beauty enters your heart to all the senses.
Keep your eyes open for the signs of spiritual reality hiding behind a familiar disguise.
Only you can make your particular contribution to humankind.
We live far more joyfully when we allow ourselves a playful spirit.
Don’t be afraid to go deep, to dig out a spiritual reality that might not be readily discernible at first glance.
More to come.
Looking for a spectacular splash of color for your weekend? I found this on Pinterest and there’s more where it came from. I hope your weekend is as colorful. Happy Saturday.
‘Two people were killed and 12 others injured after a man with a handgun opened fire on a bustling avenue in Toronto on Sunday night the police said. The gunman was later found dead.”
This headline this morning prompted today’s blog which is a slightly altered version of an August 1/14 post. It is actually the third time for posting this poem but somehow the times seem to warrant it.
In 1995 I wrote this poem called The Victim. It’s about crimes and war and unsound government, and the entire world possibly becoming victim to all of these things. And then thinking about the poem in a new light, I realized that it’s not only crimes and wars and unsound government that hurt people, but the way we treat each other on a daily basis. The sad part of all of this is the take heed part. If we don’t take heed, nothing changes, and if we do…can you imagine?
before their time,
of some heinous crime.
world’s worst foes,
of God only knows.
through sheer greed,
of abnormal need.
whose rule a hoax,
of the peoples’ votes.
Our planet Earth,
of our ignorance.
World, take heed!
The time has come
lest you become
Do not think of yourself more highly than you ought, but rather think of yourself with sober judgement…Romans 12;3
This post is a slightly altered repeat of an August 1, 2014 blog.
One of my earliest childhood memories is playing a game called Let’s Play Pretends. You could be anything or anyone you wanted to be and were never questioned about it; from princesses to movie stars to singers and dancers and acrobats. Pretending was such fun.
On a mini vacation a few weeks ago with some friends, I found myself behind the pulpit in a very old Presbyterian church in New Glasgow, Ontario. I was pretending to be a preacher. (Call it my second childhood…after all I am eighty-one!) It was a beautiful church with lots of character and for fun I had this picture taken.
I didn’t have a sermon ready and just as well or my friends would have left me there talking to myself, I’m sure.
It goes to show that our imagination can stay with us as long as we are willing to entertain it in games like “Let’s Play Pretends”. Here’s the sermon I would have preached. Happy Sunday.
He replied, “Because you have so little faith. Truly I tell you, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you.” Matthew 17:20
I believe in angels…and why wouldn’t I? More than one personal experience has proven they exist for our help and comfort.
My most recent experience was while changing the cartridge in a dripping bathroom sink tap. Having been told it would be most difficult to remove the old cartridge, I went ahead and attempted the task. Sure enough when it came to the old cartridge, it would not budge…not one iota. After a great deal of twisting and turning the little strength I had left was depleted. That’s when I cried aloud, “C’mon, Angels, you have more strength than I, please help me do this!” It took one final twist and pull and…voila!…the cartridge was out. Any three-year-old would have been proud of my jumps of joy and hand-clapping.
After many thanks to my ministering angels, it wasn’t long before the tap was finally fixed. No more drips.
Now, before someone says, “There she goes again…imagination working overtime,” let me direct you to a few scriptures regarding angels:
For he will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways; they will lift you up in their hands, so that you will not strike your foot against a stone. Psalm 91:11-12
The angel of the Lord encamps around those who fear him, (hold him in awe) and he delivers them. Psalm 34:7 (brackets mine)
So he became as much superior to the angels as the name he has inherited is superior to theirs. (Jesus) Hebrews 1:4 (brackets mine)
Are not all angels ministering spirits sent to serve those who will inherit salvation? Hebrews 1:14
Do not forget to show hospitality to strangers, for by so doing some people have shown hospitality to angels without knowing it. Hebrews 13:2
Even angels long to look into these things. 1 Peter 1:12
Enough said. Just wanted to say I believe in angels all around us. Doesn’t everyone?