Some days you just can’t find the penny that fell on the floor and just give up – reluctantly.
Then afterwards you wonder why you went to all that wasted effort trying to recover something that simply wasted your time and effort. Perhaps it was pride? Could be stubbornness… but no… you wouldn’t admit that would you. Especially in front of your little brother – not until you were 75 and he was 70… Kinda late don’t you think. (J)
Sometimes Satan’s Minions… well some are more stubborn than others… they just hang on … and then you get stubborn too… and inside you say “I’ll show them a thing or two.” Just about the time you cut your finger or stumble over the curb and fall sprawling over the sidewalk… remembering the gravel stones you picked up with your knees in second grade riding home from school on your bike when Mom told you you’d be better off just walking.
Oh yeah… you remember *all* those times when you did dumb things – things you wished you’d been more smart about at the time. Well, better get ready Buddy… time’s a-comin’ when you’ll have to answer for them… better own up to it now… eat the crow when it’s still tender. (L)…That’s not such a tender way to begin the day.
Look… there’s always time to start over. When you know you’re on the wrong road… sure of it… you’re not slowing anyone down but yourself when you keep going down the same road you know does NOT lead to the destination you really desire. How big a hammer do you have to hit your thumb with before you decide it hurts enough. It’s all the worse when you do ‘repent’ – for that’s what changing your mind means…. You’ve repented of the stupidity only you initiated … and there you are – chewing on those pods that aren’t even green any more, thinking about the ‘hired servants’ back home who have enough to eat and more … and here you sit un-happy in your pride and stubbornness. Well… some lessons really do have to be learned the hard way.
When you start home and get within sight of Father… and of all things HE starts to run toward you… you don’t know whether to run or hide… and so you just stand there until he gets up to you and throws his arms around your neck… and welcomes you with a welcome you *know* you didn’t deserve… And you look over there.. and there’s older brother… who hasn’t had a party since you’ve been gone… and… Well… that’s a story for another day… Get inside and hug your Mom and take a bath. You need it!
Enough of the true story for today… It’s a lovely day to be HOME!
Cordially, IN HIM
Jack
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“JUST A MINUTE”
THE ONLY ‘FIX-IT’ FOLKS IS US!
BB: Jist a Minit: Mr. Jack – who is gonna pull usn’s out’n this mess?
Jack: What do you mean Billy-Bob?..
MizP: Mr. Beelie and I was a-tawkin’ b’fore th git t’gether began an we cain’t settle on a winner.
Homer: As rite Mr. Jack – we likes some thangs as is said but not awl ov um..
Jack: So you’re saying you’ve not settled on who you’re going to vote for.
BB: You’s hit it Mr. Jack. I kinder likes Governer. Romney.
Homer: But then I reeds he says sumpin’ else like he mite be OK on Ethelene.
MizP: Ah thank you mean Ethanol Homer.
Homer: Oh Rite…
Jack: So you mark him off your list.
MizP: But then Mr. Gingrich er Gov. Perry acks up like he done drunk sum Ethenol.
Jack: So you have to scratch him off.
MizP: Rite… hit’s perplexin.
BB: Sum daz I jist don’t know whut ta think.
Jack: Then I think that’s the time to retreat.
Homer: Retreat? You mean ta give up?
Jack: No…I mean retreat to your prayer closet.
MizP: You mean to … pray about it?
MizP: An you thank that’ll make a diffrence?.
Jack: Actually, I think it’s the only thing that’ll make a difference.
BB: That’s a-mixin’ up church and state ain’t it.
Jack: Even Ben Franklin asked they begin the sessions of the continental
Congress with prayer when they were meeting in
BB: I reckon I never thot about hit that-a-way.
MizP: We tawk ‘bout th’ one nation “under God” when we say th’ plege of aleegiance.
BB: We shore do…
MizP: You got hit now Mr. Beelie.
Jack: See we have this primary procedure and all so we can think and pray and eventually vote.
Homer: Th’ bestist idea is ta pray ‘bout hit first.
Jack: Right We’ll talk more about it next week. Time’s up… see you then. I’m Jack Buttram. (END)
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