There's something comforting about throwing your words out into space and knowing that no one is listening so you can say just what you like, and the waves go on and on forever and don't stop till they hit a star...or meteor.

Of course, God is always listening. And reading. Or however it is that He knows our thoughts.

I've been thinking lately...very recently actually...about how people can not believe in God. It's all so logical. Even scientific. 

Why is such a concept so threatening?

Maybe it doesn't feel threatening, but intrusive. What if God made you give up your boat you just bought or made you marry someone you didn't like or sent you to live in Africa after you've saved so many years to build that great new house?

Or confusing perhaps. So many belief systems in the first place.  Studying is hard work and it's a lot easier to just listen to people and pick the flavor you like best. But that often turns sour.

Or just plain dislike.  All God-followers have something in common...they aren't perfect.  Of course, the non-believer isn't perfect either, but it's easier to point a finger than it is to examine ones self with integrity and humility.

For sure God doesn't fit very well into the prosperous life of folks in the U.S., Canada, Eruope, and Australia.  Too much money, too many things.  Too little time to think about God when there's so much to be acquired.

It's all so simple, really.

I think all 4 year olds believe in God on some level.

But then the 4 year olds grow more sophisticated and more jaded and more self absorbed and there isn't room for God anymore. They start believing what other folks tell them as opposed to what they know.

I like 4 year olds better than I do a lot of adults. They are more honest and their kindnesses are genuine without thought of what they will get back and when they don't like you, they tell you so straight to your face instead of telling someone else, and when they play, they really play and when they are mad a nap takes care of everything.

Thank God He made 4 year olds.

Still Empty

There is still nothing here.

How sad.

Unless you are the type of person who enjoys seeing a completely empty drawer or shelf. A person who loves the Japanese style of art. A person who can get much pleasure from a flower bed empty of everything but bark dust.

And that's me.

This is my artistic statement to the blogging world.

One fine cherry spray set in a pale green vase on a black laquer table.

Or not.

Actually, I was thinking the other night how really fun it would be to start a blog somewhere and not tell anyone I know. And then I would write the outrageous things I think about...the truly strange thoughts...or make my wild diatribes against the media that pretends to be serious news but is only the Enquirer dressed in sheep's clothing or raise my eyebrows and bring to the ground until they are moaning for mercy all the people who say truly stupid things.

Like this guy the other day...Michael someone...quoted in the largest newspaper in our state. He said (my paraphrase), "Hey, they only kidnapped two soldiers.  I think that Israel is way over-reacting. Only two soldiers. That would indicate to me that they should take no action at all."

Totally my paraphrase as you can see. Wish I could find the quote again so you could see his actual words, which mean the same thing as I wrote up there. But the newspaper was used for more important things than reading, which is always the case with newspapers in my opinion.

But what in the world was this guy thinking? Or was he?

"Hey, guys on the jury. It's no big deal. He only hit her twice. This would indicate we should probably just let this go and not retaliate. After all, it was only two smacks."

"He only stole two things from the store. Why are we prosecuting him?"

"He only killed two people."

I read the article in the car on the way to a family outing, and I was so disgusted by this guy's point of view that my entire family heard the op piece I was writing with my mouth.

Idiot.

Kidnap two soldiers. Then three. Then ten. Keep building up and if the world is full of idiots like Mr. Michael up there, no one will notice what we are up to till we are almost to our goal.

Didn't Hitler do something like that? Act all innocent and the world turned their faces till his atrocities became so great they shamed us all into action?

Humph!

Well, Israel is acting like any mother should. The neighborhood bully isn't going to see me turning my face aside if he hits my child only two times.

Oh. Back to my dream. Isn't it a great one? You guys would all be talking about this amazing person who writes these scathing, pithy blog entries full of truth and never even know it's me.

Like all dreams, it's only for my amusement.

Besides, I have stronger opinions on how long mayonaise can sit outside the fridge without spoiling than I do on any current events.

Well, out with the in, old with the new.

Stop. Rearrange.

This site will be used for something different, now that no one comes here any more.

I've deleted all the old entries, since I transferred copies of them to my other blog months ago.

And now this place is as empty as a house waiting for a new occupant, and ...echo-ey.

Hello! Hello! Hello! Hello!