Church Life

The Good Old Days

Oh, the good old days when everything was perfect; how I long for the days of my youth when life was simpler and cheaper. Well, to be honest, one of the reasons life was simpler was because I didn’t know how much things cost because I didn’t have to buy them, which is part of the reason that life was simpler. Sunday was church day, Tuesday was laundry day for clothes and Thursday was laundry day for towels and sheets. Dinner was at 6 PM, lunch always at noon. All I had to do was put my dirty laundry in its place and it would show up clean, and respond to my parent’s call for food and it would show up on my plate. Oh, The good old days!

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The Best Offence is…

…an outside observer with no actual issue taking issue with something or someone on another’s behalf. There was a time when the best offence was a good defence, but things have changed. Instead of playing defence people have taken to making others go on the defence because they find what they are saying offensive. Yes, there are universally offensive actions, at least there used to be, but what was once black and white has become grey while what was once no big deal has become the thing most offensive to a select group of self-appointed defenders of those they perceive in need of defence.

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Could Someone Be Opening a Can of Worms?

I am not an expert on opening a can of worms. As a matter of fact, I don’t think I have ever opened a can of worms. I have opened a Styrofoam container of worms when I used to fish. I have opened a can of soup, a can of pop, a can of juice, a can of oil, a can of beer (sorry to those who might be offended by this act), a can of paint, a can of peas, corn, olives, peaches, pears, fruit cocktail and, once when I was in grade school I opened a can of whoop King James donkey (my attempt to avoid further offence) on someone who was bullying me. After this trip down memory lane, I still don’t remember opening a can of worms. By the end of this post, I believe I will have made a case that a can of worms being opened is not only biblical, but it might also be something that will happen again.

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I’ve Been Thinking…

Warning – independent thought may lead to cancellation. There are days that I worry what others will think about my thoughts. It is these days that I choose not to think or at least not to think out loud. Other times I deem myself to have reached a plane of philosophical depth that my thoughts, when revealed, cannot be dismissed. Then there are regular days that my thoughts are pedestrian, no, really, they are about pedestrians, how not to hit them at a crosswalk, how not to become one by driving recklessly and losing my licence etc. These are the days when thought is limited to the things that present themselves throughout the day. No depth, just trying to make it to tomorrow.

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I a WOKE this Christmas!

Before you applaud or unsubscribe, maybe you too should consider becoming “WOKE.” As I understand it, WOKE is a term used to describe an awakening that takes place when an individual who has not experienced life the same way another individual has experienced it due to factors such as race, socioeconomic status and historical factors, views life through the lens of the people who do not share the privileges they have simply because they were born in a different environment.  While this term has become a battle cry for social Marxism (here comes the unsubscribes and the applause) this term based on the definition I have created above, can be a great way to view December 25th and Jesus’ birth. 

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Mirror, Mirror on the Wall… 

…who’s that guy looking back at me? I know it doesn’t have the rhyming beauty of the classic but to be honest some days I look in the mirror and think the Evil Queen in Snow White has a leg up on me in the looks department. Each morning, I try to peak through one eye to get some sense of what fresh horror I will see after not getting my beauty sleep for the fourteenth month in a row. Sometimes I can guess because I have already passed the same bathroom mirror in the night more than a few times. Based on this, I hear a voice inside say, “don’t look David, don’t look; this ain’t going to be pretty.” 

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