Thoughts on writing, living, and believing…
I’d like to write something profound, or witty, or profound and witty to wish you a Merry Christmas, but I can’t touch this.
Here is Fr. Lawrence Farley, pastor of St. Herman Orthodox Church in Langley, B.C. with a commentary entitled, In Fairness to Herod.
Take a moment and listen…
The 50,000 watt blowtorch of the Great Lakes came in perfectly, even in Kalamazoo. Still does. I remember how my brother used to collect the WLS Top 40 sheets from the record store.
Another bit of childhood gone. So long Uncle Lar…
Or in English, Up with People!
Yay people!
Ah those jolly, fun-loving Germans! Kinda reminds me of Springtime for Hitler.
h/t Ace
Dry Leaves
Look at all the leaves in my garage!
Blown here by a persistent northwest wind,
They swirl in little eddies when I open the door,
As if rushing about to find a hiding place,
Unsure of where to go.
Broom in hand, I push them to the door,
To freedom!
Crossing the threshold, they catch the breeze,
And scurry away like so many little animals suddenly released from captivity,
To find their way in the snowy landscape outside.
With each sweep, I urge them on,
But strangely, they do not wish to go.
Carried ecstatically by the wind at first, they hesitate then turn back.
They rustle in tiny waves under my car, cowering from the cold,
And my broom.
How much like my thoughts are these dry leaves.
They gather in profusion, and then flutter in confusion,
When I try to bring them to order.
I push them out, to clear a space for You,
But they come fluttering back.
Refusing to be swept away.
This is what happens when a once proud country completely rejects its history and instead, leaves its interpretation to 20-sumthin’ Art majors. Egad!
What the hell is that you ask?
That is one of the proposals for a new Union Jack! In case you were too caught up in the latest shuffling of American Idol judges to notice, Scotland is scheduled to hold a referendum on independence from Great Britain in the autumn of 2014.
Lemme don my art critic hat for a moment…there we are. Here is my first reaction…
Continue reading “How the Mighty Have Fallen”
Who will be B1G Champions? Here’s some simple math:
Legends > Leaders (Next year we’ll be in the same happy family)
Sparty > Brutus (Who thought a buckeye would make a good mascot??)
Red Cedar > Olentangy (The Ol’ Red Cedar is a nicer shade of brown)
Lansing > Columbus (And that ain’t sayin’ much believe me. E.L. is much nicer!)
Lastly, as much as it pains me to say it—and the pain is excruciating—they’ve got one of the best bands in the country.
Spartan Marching Band > or = OSUMB
In the interest of equal time, here’s the SMB Drumline with “The Series.”
From one of my favorite poets, Ranier Maria Rilke,
If your daily life seems poor, do not blame it; blame yourself that you are not poet enough to call forth its riches; for the Creator, there is no poverty.
As we embark on Advent, let us all take a moment to disengage from the petty, sordid materialism surrounding us, to contemplate the great riches that were given to us in the Child born in Bethlehem.
May we all reach out to possess Him.
Amen.
