Women envy men? Well, the little green monster made an appearance on Monday.

There's this, evidently, successful male co-worker, and he was going on about his successful high risk stocks n bonds, or whatever.  This one investment avenue was worth like, next to zilch - a programming issue.  He FIXED the problem.  And now, the stock is worth ... alot of money.  From nothing to several thousands.  That's just one source.  And NO!  He wasn't bragging, just glad to be well set, and have the computer skills, and the motivation, to stay well set.  And, by the way, his wife has a good job too.

So, yeah, the green monster showed up.  And stayed, eh, for about a half minute.  Greenie had to go, quick - and, surely, wasn't real happy.  Yep, within a few seconds, guess Who else shows up?  The Holy Spirit.  And we know whenever He shows up, greenie 'n company are out the door.  i know this, because, were it not for the Lord, i'd still be fuming envy.  

Bible says Father, Son and Holy Ghost are three persons, one God.  There's a Scripture about demons on the look for places to sofa surf.  It's the Scripture about some guy who evidently cleans up his act - but he didn't acknowledge Christ as Lord.  Anyway, the demon who was squatting had, i guess, got bored and frustrated because there was no booze or dirty magazines, or whatever.  So, the demon takes off, but he can't find a place to freeloader.  Have to wonder, because, somewhere in the Book of Job (i think, it's in Job) it says something about hell being a place of no order.  That tells me, demons aren't all buddy buddy with each other.  

Had been thinking about this, awhile ago.  Why couldn't the departing demon just had joined some others who were occupying narc-neighbor...ya know, the dude who beats up his girlfriend, for ... well, kicks?  Maybe the departing demon wasn't into violence.  Maybe he was looking for some pseudo-intellectual who was into Kant, Nietzsche...what ever!  Evil doesn't always get drunk and molest kids; sometimes, evil gets off playing holy-joe.

Anyway, the Scripture goes on about the  condition of the demon-free house.  It's all swept and nice - no booze bottles, roaches, cigarette butts in the trays.  But the Holy Spirit doesn't live there either.  So, guess what happens.  Yep, couch-surfer comes back - and he brings along seven others, grungier and moochier than him.  Something about, the last state being worse than the first  ya know, a dog returning to his  vomit, sow to her mud hole.

Godda roll.