I turned the corner into the room at the Museum of Natural History in Washington, DC and I'm thinking my jaw must have hit the floor with an impressive thud.
Yeah, I'm sure people are sick of me talking about it. I'm not. (Bill types with a big grin on his face.)
I try and work into my story that I had been working on that dang novel for over 10 years.
And what gave me the idea for the story in the first place?
"The loneliness of the Christian results from his walk with God in an ungodly world, a walk that must often take him away from the fellowship of good Christians as well as from that of the unregenerate world. His God-given instincts cry out for companionship with others of his kind, others who can understand his longings, his aspirations, his absorption in the love of Christ; and because within his circle of friends there are so few who share his inner experiences he is forced to walk alone.
The unsatisfied longings of the prophets for human understanding caused them to cry out in their complaint, and even our Lord Himself suffered in the same way.
The man who has passed on into the divine Presence in actual inner experience will not find many who understand him. He finds few who care to talk about that which is the supreme object of his interest, so he is often silent and preoccupied in the midst of noisy religious shoptalk. For this he earns the reputation of being dull and over-serious, so he is avoided and the gulf between him and society widens.
He searches for friends upon whose garments he can detect the smell of myrrh and aloes and cassia out of the ivory palaces, and finding few or none he, like Mary of old, keeps these things in his heart.
It is this very loneliness that throws him back upon God. His inability to find human companionship drives him to seek in God what he can find nowhere else."
—A. W. Tozer
This story dropped into my Facebook newsfeed the other day. It's one of those universal tales that anyone who has cared for (a.k.a. "loved") a pet will recognize. CAUTION: Grab a few tissues; you might need them while you read this one.
Almost twelve years ago, I saw a flyer in a grocery store advertising a dog available for adoption. She was a year and half old, 35 pounds, and spayed after already birthing a litter. My wife and I met her a week after that. She was goofy and sweet, friendly to people, but couldn't stay with the multi-dog family who'd taken her off the streets. Any female canine within visual range was on her "kill" list. That's part of being born as a street dog. I brought her home in the passenger seat of my 2000 Chevy S-10 about two weeks later.
My wife named her Molly.
My sister and I reminisced the other day about the summer storms we used to have.
They would boil up in the west of our house with dark clouds and the thunder could be heard from miles away. We knew how bad one was going to be just by observing how dark the clouds were coming. We haven't seen storms like that in many years...
My sister, my niece, and I went to the theatre yesterday.
Not to the movies - the THE-UH-Tuh. You know -- stage, orchestra pit, actors, actresses, costumes, sets... The whole shebang.
It's always nice to hear you're wanted...
I took a day off from work, fired up Miss Direction (the name I gave the GPS program used on road trips), and headed toward the company's office in VA.
The first one I rode was the one that took us to grade school. It was driven by a neighbor. He'd pick my sister and me up a few steps from the front of our house, pick up a couple of other kids up the road from us, turn around in his own driveway, then head to the school.
Years ago we didn’t have residential trash pickup, a garbage disposal, or public sewer. So we had a burn barrel for what we could destroy with fire, our wet garbage was put in a garbage bucket and dumped on a hill away from the house, and sewage which overflowed from an underground drainage field had to sometimes be scooped from an outside grease trap and dumped in another part of the property.
Yeah, it wasn’t pretty.
Forgive me. Remember me. I hope I gave life meaning. An EMT shares his experience with people facing death...
At the end of a full week, it was fun to sit back in my chair at my desk and be whisked off to the Magic Kingdom at Walt Disney World and watch the premiere of Disney's new fireworks show. This show replaces Wishes, which will always be my favorite nighttime fireworks display.