Web log
Monday, February 28, 2005
The congregation murmurs surge and boast
Biscuits, sausage gravy, homefries,buttered toast
It’s Sunday… "Hey, how’re ya?", Can’t complain.” “Not bad.”
“Smokin’; non-smokin’?” “Duhn’t matter. I’ll take what he had.”
Lots of talking; little said or heard.
“yea!”…”extended bear season”…”I got that bird!”
Endless coffee steaming hot
Melmac, bowl of creamers, jellies by the lot…
Salt and pepper, glass and chrome
Frilled aproned waitress, right at home.
Phatic communion, bread and drink
Most fabulous Sunday!. sometimes I think.
(Closer to God near the kitchen sink.)
Friday, February 25, 2005
BibleGateway.com Passage Lookup: 2 Corinthians 11 ;:
"13For such men are false apostles [spurious, counterfeits], deceitful workmen, masquerading as apostles (special messengers) of Christ (the Messiah).
14And it is no wonder, for Satan himself masquerades as an angel of light;
15So it is not surprising if his servants also masquerade as ministers of righteousness. [But] their end will correspond with their deeds.
16I repeat then, let no one think I have lost my wits; but even if you do, then bear with a witless man, so that I too may boast a little."
Wednesday, February 23, 2005
Bush's choice: messianism or pragmatism? Anatol Lieven - openDemocracy:
"The power of the Creed
The reason for this distinctive aspect of the United States (that if you can get rid of a few Communist, Ba’athist or Iranian “bad guys”, populations naturally will both adopt American-style democracy and capitalism and side with America geopolitically) lies in the nature of American civic nationalism. This nationalism, and much of the US national identity itself, is based on the
American Creed : belief in the values of democracy, the law, free speech and the US constitution; and less formally, in social and economic individualism, in America as the supreme exemplar of democracy and successful modernity, and in American benevolence, innocence, goodness and inevitable triumph."
Friday, February 18, 2005
FT.com / World / Brussels briefing - �Global warming real� say new studiesSunday School Poem 1
Liturgy
We must motion what is main;
What is great; what is sane
We endure a sermon, nod assent to a lesson
Sing a song; through the outline we press on
Go to church on Sunday morn
Dress this way; sing this hymn.
Extend your hand and sing these words
And in your heart “really mean them!”
Message points come 1, 2, 3
We are the right; we are free.
Preacher tears come full of power
It helps us pass the liturgical hour.
But it doesn’t stop at 12 o’clock
It’s everyday,
in car, at home,
and by the shelf we stock.
Alarm clock starts it with its buzz
Toothpaste, washcloth, facial fuzz
To the car at half to eight
Traffic, lights, NPR’s our fate
Time your merge into the lot
A time clock maybe if one is there
The morning greetings as if you care
“Good morning!” “Hey there!” …there’s energy
Another round of liturgy.
Monday, February 14, 2005
Recycle.comRecycled Dreams
I can only afford someone else’s dream
The classifieds said 97 Deville
New ragtop
New engine
New brakes
Just $4500.00
I can only afford your traded dream.
The classifieds said LOW DOWN PAYMENT
Cozy and Charming,
Completely renovated
Appliances included
Just $82,900.00
I can only afford your entrepreneur’s dream
The classifieds said “Looking for a career, not just a job?”
“Not really…”
“Most preferred an individual with a BS degree
and 5+ years of experience.”
Just call HR between 8 and 4
I can only afford your discarded dream
The classifieds said “Lonely Hearts”
42 divorced, 2 children
Christian, no smoking
Likes to laugh and travel
Just send $25.00 for profile.
I can only afford your pre-owned dream
The classifieds said “Auction of real estate - retirement in Sarasota
Lot size 111 X 120,
well maintained,
completely furnished.
Just 10% down on sale day, full settlement 7 days after…
I can only afford your finished dream
The classifieds said “Cemetery Lots for Sale”
Five spacious lots out of eight
available in family plot.
Must sale.
Just $1500.00 plus fees for service.
I can only afford someone else’s dream.
Tuesday, February 08, 2005
Blog, blog, blog...A GlanceA glance of the eye starts war.
“But for a nail the war was lost…”
Your eye said it all and at what a cost.
It was only a flicker;
a tiny movement of muscle.
I caught it full force field of hatred full luster
It hurt mortal deeply
but I wouldn’t admit it;
pleasant demeanor but never acquitted
I felt well till that eye invaded my peace
Anxious tension taunt blue in my vein
Cold, bitter with smile can’t cover my pain.
