“You have covered the heavens with your majesty…. When I observe the heavens, the work of Your fingers, the moon and the stars which You set in place, what is man that You remember him…? Lord, our Lord, how magnificent is Your name throughout the earth!” (Psalm 8)
This has been quite a week for science lovers and everyone else.
The New Horizons spacecraft did a fly-by in the area of Pluto traveling at a comfortable 30,800 mph.
And sent back snapshots for our enjoyment.
Pluto is handsome and a little small for his age, but still quite the character. He’s definitely someone we wanted to know.
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“No one can believe for you any more than they can eat your food and make your love.” — Anonymous
As I type this, I’m getting ready for a day and then a full night of prep for my colonoscopy. I’ve laid in a supply of apple sauce and chicken broth and Sprite, the kind of non-threatening foods the gastro doctor says one can have the day before going through this gut check. (heh heh)
I’ve done this before. Twice, as a matter of fact. And it’s no fun. So…
I was wondering if any of my friends would like to volunteer to take this test for me. It wouldn’t be exactly cheating, like taking the SAT in someone else’s name.
Any takers? Any at all?
I didn’t think so.
Several friends messaged that they’d love to take my place. But Charles has promised his wife he’d take out the trash tomorrow morning. And Elsie has an appointment for a pedicure. And Mike says he will fast and pray about it. The problem is Mike’s fasts are always two-day affairs and the colonoscopy will be over by the time he gets divine guidance.
Fact is, having someone fill in for me wouldn’t work, would it? Some things you have to do for yourself.
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You poor thing. Life has been boring for you lately, and you have been searching for a way to perk it up, to insert a little anxiety into your days and wakefulness into your nights. We have the answer for you. Eleven answers, in fact.
Here are Joe’s tried-and-proven techniques, all guaranteed to add frustration to your existence….
!. Buy a computer.
That’s all. Just get a computer. From the first, you will be frustrated just looking for the “start” or “on/off” switch. You will gnash your teeth trying to figure out how to get everything out of the box and set it up. You will learn the definition of words someone made up, like “modem” and “yahoo” and “google.” Then, after your 10-year-old puts it all together and makes everything work, you will tear your hair out on an average of at least once a week.
This is not an exaggeration. It’s why a large percentage of computer-users are bald. It’s why almost no old people are on the computer. They would have been, but the stress killed them before they got out of middle age.
The computer is perfect for people with insufficient frustration in their lives.
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“In the beginning, God created….” (Genesis 1:1)
Real creativity is a God thing.
When you sit down to write or draw or whatever, remember that your Muse (the Original Muse!) has read it all and seen it all and inspired much of it, so He is your greatest Resource.
Those who want to learn to write should surround themselves with good writing (i.e., excellent reading material) and inspired writers.
Those who want to think creatively should regularly plant themselves among off-the-wall thinkers, people whose minds push the boundaries in every direction. They will loosen you up.
And then, pull back and spend a lot of time alone, thinking.
Go to bed thinking about whatever is bugging you, inspiring you, burdening you, pestering you, charming you, or puzzling you. Your subconscious will keep at it while you recuperate.
If something occurs to you in the middle of the night, you absolutely must get up then and write it down. If you plead that you are sleep deprived and insist that “this is such a great insight, I’ll surely remember it in the morning,” the single thing I can guarantee is that you will not remember it when the night is over. Iron-clad promise.
You must get up when the idea occurs. Write it down.
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When my friend Freddie Arnold told me that a certain solution was exactly what I needed to take care of the mildew in my concrete, I wrote it down.
And promptly forgot what I had written.
Over the next several weeks, when I would be out and about and could have run by Home Depot or Lowe’s and picked up that item, my mind would not recall it, try as I might. So, eventually, I dug out my note and determined I would remember it the next time. And forgot it again.
It would not stay in my mind.
Shock Wave, it’s called.
And even now, I had to work at finding those two words in the cluttered file system of my mind.
Some things just will not stick with me. You can tell me and I walk away without remembering one word of it. It’s like the brain has no cells in that tiny portion of gray matter and we have to find another mental refrigerator on which to apply the magnet containing that piece of information.
Medicines are like that.
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Someone has to be in charge. Don’t they?
On the highway, in the classroom, at the factory, during the ball game, and in the Christian life, nothing works without someone present being empowered to say, “This is the way; walk in it” (Isaiah 30:21). Right? Or not?
Here are a few thoughts to begin a conversation around your dinner table on the subject of authority….
In “The Story of Ain’t: America, Its Language, and the Most Controversial Dictionary Ever Published,” David Skinner describes the hostile reaction that greeted the release of “Webster’s Third Edition” in 1961. The incident makes a great point for all of us, particularly church folk.
But first, the context.
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The Huey P. Long Bridge crosses the Mississippi River a few miles downriver from here. It was dedicated in 1935, a time when cars were small and narrow and governments needed to put men to work. That’s why they gave New Orleans its first bridge across the river and named it after this politician of dubious merit. (That’s a pet peeve of mine, but I’ll move right along.)
The problem with that bridge for all the decades since is that its two lanes were too narrow and curving for modern cars and trucks. Each lane was 9 feet wide, with no shoulders alongside. Signs forbade trucks from passing anyone, and motorists caught up on their prayers driving across it. It really could be frightening.
Then, in recent years, the government finally decided it was high time to upgrade that bridge, and shelled out something like a billion dollars to widen it and correct some of its flaws. These days, driving across that huge wide expanse is a pure joy. (The lanes are 11 feet wide, bordered by a 2 feet-wide shoulder to the inside and an 8-foot shoulder to the outside.)
What I wanted to tell you, though, was something an engineer said about the original bridge, something I find fascinating.
Continue reading “The kind of bridge I want” »
“He brought me out to a wide-open space; He rescued me because He delighted in me” (2 Samuel 22:20).
Wedged into the middle seat on a flight from Nashville to New Orleans recently, the thought occurred to me that if a person were claustrophobic, he would run screaming from this plane.
The Southwest flight was completely sold-out and several times the flight attendant announced that all the overhead bins were filled and other passengers would have to check their baggage. I managed to squeeze in between two full grown men, which meant our shoulders were practically bumping. The one hour ten minute flight ends up taking another half-hour because we board early in order to wedge everyone into this sardine can.
Tight spaces. It’s a way of life these days.
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“I have called you by name; you are mine” (Isaiah 43:1).
“When the shepherd puts forth his sheep, he calls them by name” (John 10:3).
The sweetest sound in all the world, we’re told, is our own name.
We can be dozing through the roll call, but the sound of our own name being spoken penetrates the mist and wakes us up.
We can be reading a report or newspaper and hardly paying attention. Our own name in black and white jumps out at us. It may as well have been in letters three inches high.
My name is who I am.
Continue reading “What’s in a name? Apparently a great deal.” »
“I have sinned against the Lord.” (2 Samuel 12:13)
The former mayor of New Orleans, C. Ray Nagin, has been sentenced to federal prison for 10 years. The charges involved kickbacks, bribery, and general crookedness. If making promises he never followed through on were a crime, the man would never leave the big house.
Observers say Mr. Nagin got a break from Judge Ginger Berrigan. She could easily have given him twice that long–federal guidelines set the minimum as considerably more than 10 years–but she went easy on him.
The only person griping about that is Nagin himself.
Even though found guilty by a jury, and in spite of outright falsehoods in his testimony, the man is certain he was framed and wants to be sure you and I know it.
After his sentencing, Nagin said, “I’ve been targeted, smeared, tarnished and for some reason some of the stances that I took after Katrina didn’t sit well with some very powerful people. So now I’m paying the price for that.”
Denial is not a river in Egypt.
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