WELL, IT'S APRIL, AND MARCH WENT OUT LIKE A LAMB, IN MY TINY
PARCEL OF EARTH, THAT IS. WEATHER-WISE, AND IT NOW BEING
SPRING, I AM LOOKING FORWARD TO GOING DOWN TO THE BOTTOM OF
THE GARDEN, WHERE THE RAIN-WATER GURGLES OVER SMALL STONES
AFTER A SHOWER, AND FAIRIES DANCE ON THE MOSS COVERED ROCKS.
WHAT A PLACE TO BE WHEN THE FOG HANGS ON, AND THE RAIN
DWINDLES TO A DRIBBLE. I CAN SIT FOR HOURS AND WATCH THE
BIRDS TAKE THEIR FLUTTERING BATHS IN THE PUDDLES, AS THEY
FEAST ON TOAST CRUSTS AND LEFT-OVER POPCORN.
NOW IS THE TIME I LOVE. NOW IS THE TIME TO ENJOY BEING OUTSIDE
WHEN IT IS STILL COOL, AND NOT YET OVERRUN WITH OPPRESSIVE
HEAT OR INSECTS, BUT NOT SO COOL YOU FREEZE.
I CAN TELL IT IS GOING TO BE A NICE SPRING. I CAN ALREADY SEE THAT
MY TULIPS AND PEONIES ARE COMING UP FAST. AND FROM MY KITCHEN
DOORWAY I CAN TELL MY ROSEBUSHES SURVIVED THE WINTER WELL.
I WISH I COULD SAY THE SAME FOR THE HUMAN POPULATION.
TERRI IS GONE, BLESS HER SOUL, AND NOW THANKFULLY BEYOND ALL
THE DAMAGE MAN CAN DO. AND IT LOOKS AS THOUGH THE POPE WILL
BE NEXT...HOW ONE WISHES THAT SHE WAS ABLE TO ENJOY ALL THE
TENDER CARE THAT DEAR OLD MAN CAN COMMAND, RIGHT TO THE END.
IT SEEMS TO BE THAT TIME OF YEAR, WHEN SUDDENLY, THERE ARE
SEVERAL HIGH-PROFILE INDIVIDUALS FADING FAST. JERRY
FALLWELL, I HEAR IS ALSO IN THE HOSPITAL, AND NOT DOING WELL.
SEVERAL OTHER FAMOUS PERSONS HAVE JUST PASSED ON, BUT FOR
SOME REASON, THEIR NAMES ESCAPE ME...PERHAPS BECAUSE I TEND TO
PAY CLOSER ATTENTION TO THOSE SITUATIONS THAT STRIKE ME
AS UNFAIR, OR PARTICULARLY LAMENTABLE.
THE POPE, AND JERRY, SHOULD BE RIGHT WITH GOD, ALTHOUGH, YOU
NEVER REALLY KNOW. NONE OF US WILL KNOW UNTIL THAT LAST
TRUMP SOUNDS, FOR SURE. BUT TERRI....WE HAVE NO WAY OF KNOWING
IF SHE HAD A CHANCE TO COME TO A SAVING KNOWLEDGE OF THE
CHRIST, AND THAT, ALL BY ITSELF, HURTS MY HEART MORE THAN
ANY ONE FACT OF THIS WHOLE SITUATION. IT IS WHY I HAVE BLOGGED
ABOUT HER SO OFTEN, AND CONTINUED TO PRAY WITHOUT CEASING...
WHICH REMINDS ME.
HAVE YOU HEARD THE ONE ABOUT THE KINDERGARDENER,
BEING TAKEN TO SCHOOL FOR THE FIRST TIME?
HIS MOTHER APPROUCHES THE TEACHER, INTRODUCES HERSELF
AND HER SON "BILLY" AND PROCEEDS TO TELL THE TEACHER,
" IF BILLY ACTS UP, PLEASE DON'T HIT HIM. HE IS SO SENSITIVE,
ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS HIT THE KID NEXT TO HIM. THAT WILL
GET HIS ATTENTION, AND HE WILL STRAIGHTEN UP!"
YES, IT IS A TERRIBLE STORY, BUT THAT IS WHAT GOD HAS
TO CONTEND WITH, WITH US.
ALL AROUND US, RIGHT NOW, GOD IS HITTING THE KID NEXT TO
US, TELLING US, IT IS TIME TO GET RIGHT WITH ME, AND FOR
THE MOST PART, WE ARE NOT THAT SENSITIVE.
PEHAPS I NEED TO BE MORE BLUNT.
TERRI WAS THE KID NEXT TO YOU.
THE SUNAMI VICTIMS WERE THE KID NEXT TO YOU.
IT'S ABOUT OVER. THE SIGNS ARE ALL AROUND US, WE'RE
RUNNING OUT OF TIME.
WHILE YOU ARE OUT ADMIRING YOUR GARDEN, REMEMBER,
YOU MAY NOT BE HERE LONG ENOUGH TO ENJOY THE SUMMER.
GET READY, GET READY, GET READY!
BECAUSE, AS MY GRANDMOTHER USED TO SAY, YOU NEVER
KNOW. YOU MIGHT HAVE PLENTY OF WARNING, OR NONE AT ALL.
ARE YOU REALLY WILLING TO TAKE THAT CHANCE?
AFTER ALL. YOU COULD BE IN THE GARDEN ONE DAY, WATCHING
THE BIRDS, AND ALL OF A SUDDEN, WAKE UP IN HEAVEN...
OR HELL.
IT IS YOUR CHOICE.
OUI?
Comments