February 20th, 2005


I prefer to think of myself as "ornamental"

It 's comforting to say that 'practice makes perfect'....
You are 'Gregg shorthand'. Originally designed to
enable people to write faster, it is also very
useful for writing things which one does not
want other people to read, inasmuch as almost
no one knows shorthand any more.

You know how important it is to do things
efficiently and on time. You also value your
privacy, and (unlike some people) you do not
pretend to be friends with just everyone; that
would be ridiculous. When you do make friends,
you take them seriously, and faithfully keep
what they confide in you to yourself.
Unfortunately, the work which you do (which is
very important, of course) sometimes keeps you
away from social activities, and you are often
lonely. Your problem is that Gregg shorthand
has been obsolete for a long time.

What obsolete skill are you?
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In the garden . . .

There was slim pickin's at church this morning. Wonder where they all were. Some were sick (lots of flu going 'round). Some were granting themselves a plenary indulgence to play hooky, I suspect. And yet -- there were new people there, too: first-timers; other recent arrivals.

God keeps bringing near those who stood far off, even as those who had been near go straying.

I look out over my "field," and confess that I don't make the plants grow. God's seed sprouts where and when it will. The seedlings burst forth, seeking life. He waters them. He shines upon them. All I do is hoe and harvest (and, some would say, spread fertilizer).

More ecclesiological soul-searching

Well, all this grumping and picking about ecclesiology has certainly helped me re-identify why I am a United Methodist. It's where I fit. It's home. I don't think I'd really do well trying to transplant myself, whether down-market (my rompin' stompin' brothers and sisters) or up-market (the bells & smells crowd).

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All things bright and beautiful

that_guy_zach said we should join P.E.T.A. -- People who Eat Tasty Animals.

I have found the Ideal Job. In my next life, I want to come back as a Camp Dog. Running around the woods, being petted and fed hot dogs by campers -- that's the life!

Dogs have masters, cats have staff.

If Jesus had had a dog, I can imagine that dog thinking, "Unless I smell him for myself, and feel the touch of his hand and hear my Master's voice, I will not believe." And I believe that the risen Christ would have satisfied his dog that he was risen, indeed.

"Picture windows are kitty TV." -- Phred

Don't Get Personal with a Chicken -- title of a long-ago children's book, on the perils of sentimentality on the farm.