Some hard thoughts, realizations and questions. First off, i like blogging

because my diary is at home; yeah, one of those old-fashioned things, made of paper.  So, anything bordering on specific will have to wait until i get home.  And even then, not too specific, because even a fraction of a "multitude of words" leads to sin.  Neither does it take a Bible scholar to realize that when the Lord said (i think in Isaiah) that His thoughts are infinitely higher than ours.

In other words, even really smart people are basically a buncha nobody-weetards.  Our thoughts concerning the here and now, what we see everyday, are completely whack.  Whatever we create, an article, a picture, a song,  unless totally Lord-centered (whom we've not seen) is so totally irrelevant.

Most of us won't make it.  And irrelevant me has a really hard time getting all praisey-maisey, gushy-gushy in light of that fact.  We're supposed to fear the Lord - as in trembling.  So pray tell, how am i to draw close to the King of kings, when i am afraid of Him?

Can shure empathize with the skeptics, because many of them are hard-pressed to be able to differentiate His judgment from that of a narc.  Needful to say, many a skeptic was victimized by ravenous wolves slinging Scripture.  Uh, can ya spell quiverfOOl (punk)patriarchs cramming their morbidly exhausted wife (or wives) and 10 kids into a dented excuse of a double-wide tin-can?  Spiritual abuse, happens.  ALOT!  And most congregations DON'T want to hear it.  Uh-uh, just placate, play nice with pugnacious pee-wee.

Yay, for Pastor Crippen.  Yeah, i know, he's a calvinist and uses an ESV.  But KJB-believing me is so grateful to hear his validating voice in the wilderness - he says ya can't play patty-cakes with the devil.  Extreme evil people aren't like regular sinners.  The garden-variety lost person doesn't thrive on making other people miserable.  Most lost people won't nose in your cube when you're at lunch, get ya in trouble with the boss; most lost people will gladly help out when the mail's real heavy, and even may float ya a few bucks till payday.  In short, most people are decent.

Yeah i get it, since the fall, our perception of good and evil is every bit as skewed as the loud-mouthed mail-clerk who really thinks he (or she) knows the business better than the man (or woman) who went to business college, took the $eriou$ risk to start the company - and has successfully kept it going for the last 30 years.  Yeah, i get it.

And it's soon time to get off this bus.

Wow, Peeps decon'd bigtime. Oh could it be, one too many churchians - who have no worries

about paying the electric bill - had been on her about allowing "the cares of the world..."  Ya know, the same smuggies who chirp on with, oh, "be warm, be filled..."  And, of course, don't do jack to help.  Peeps, in a recent article and response to a comment on her blog, is quite grieved.  Well no sheet sherlock - her earlier posts explain.  So, show me ANYONE professing Christ, who would chide her for her legit worries, and i'll show you someone who is  getting off spouting bible-eze.

Speaking of "be warm..."  Got one of those letters from a certain high-life livin' retIree.  From things said, over the years (before they moved south) she seems to come off as a mocker and wants to start sheet.  Once at a Bible study she had attempted to get in my face, when i had attempted to explain narcs' subtle wickedness; only the Lord's grace kept me from telling her off.  i will, when i get around to it, grayrock respond.

Saw a sad you tube. A beautiful BIG farmhouse is soon to be trashed, to make

way for tickey-tack burb-ville.  You'd think there's be some rich person who would want that lovely 7-bedroom house.  But no...i guess things like farm-houses, beautiful wooden stair-cases.. uh, too much like patriarchal. 

So sad, way it is.  Methinks, society - both rich and poor - is losing its mind.

Oh brother, more Christ-less morality. An 18 year old can no longer buy a pack of smokes, but a nine year-old girl

can decide she is a he, and her male classmates best not say a peep if s-he starts using the boy's (is it still called that anymore?) bathroom. 

Yeah, smoking is bad news for lungs.  And smokers pay a big tax on their fav brand of leafy coffin-nails.  We also pay more for life-insurance.  Many health policies now offer discounts to people who don't smoke (something like 80% of the population), who don't eat cookies, and exercise religiously.  Anyway, smoking or not is an adult's decision.

Seems not so with the gender-bender lobby - telling nine year-olds they can crash the other gender's bathroom, and get all sorts of pills.  Uh, who's footing that bill?  By the way - and it's hard to believe this - but i heard that a 15 year-old girl can get birth-control gear through Gov agencies - and her parents don't have to know about it.

Wanna talk about health?  Giving out pills to kids, for no better reason than...oh just because, will come back and bite big-time long before those teens reach middle age. 

Yeah, in my day (raspy old voice) kids were smoking, and except for a few drug-heads, the pills we got were for things like the flu, sprained muscles, stepping on a nail.  For the most part, depression wasn't an issue.  Dads and brothers taught pip-squeak jimmy how to sock a good one in the bully's pie-hole.  And the school principal (usually a man) yeah, would have to have a talk, have to suspend jimmy for the day (while wanting to shake that skinny boy's hand, and tell him, "well done son.")

Nowadays, society is saddled with legions of busy-body spinsterish women, throwing their (excess) weight around, in areas women have no business old-biddying around in.

Back in the late 80s, i'd see those "We're Spending Our Children's Inheritance"

bumper stickers on the back of some nice vehicles.  These pee-pull were not boomers - since back then my age group was about 20 years away from the ez retIred life.  The stickers easily raised that bad spirit of covetousness, but at the same time, i wanted to shout a resounding "right on!"

Now 30 years later, i am of retIrement age (ain't happening for quite awhile) and i think VERY differently.  Buncha worldlings, that mmmeeeeeeist mentality is very much alive.  Not that i am any great shakes Scripture wise, but it only makes sense, that if you blow all your money, and jack up your family...uh, says alot about your character.

diSPELLing a vicious rumor - that king james I was queer. Over his lifetime on the throne,

it is said that he invited several men into his bedroom.  It wasn't until a few months ago, that i had read that the king's bedroom was very secure.  In the kings treasury room, if a guy snuck in and made off with a few bags of money or stole a few gold salad plates from the dining room hutch ... yeah whatever, lots more where that came from.

But an envelope containing a parchment or two.  It's easier to hide that in your britches than a gold goblet.  National security.  Oh, and the palace had ears;  some things were best said away from courtiers, servants, minstrels, mistresses...

Royals also moved once, maybe twice yearly.  So, servants packing and unpacking stuff went on.  Needless to say, it's one thing for a few silver spoons to get mislaid in the shuffle, documents concerning national security...uh, another story.

Until recently, i just assumed that king james was swishy.  Believed the vicious rumor, i forgot about top secret papers, meetings and documents.  Bet our President keeps top secret stuff in his bedroom.

As for the cranks who want to impeach our President, blow it out yer you-know-what!

A certain decon was going on about how most, if not all, human art is unbiblical - that graven images of heroes, elves, maidens, wizards, is idolatry.

Was one reason she quit on the Lord.  She said it was too constraining  to not be able to do art.  Thing is, 'rrtteests generally take themselves wwaaay too seriously...as if the planet would cave in without so-n-so's (homespun, and rather mediocre) aarrrt.  Frankly, following Christ isn't fun.  Thing is, life isn't supposed to be fun.  Hard truth is: denying self is really difficult, at best.  What gripes me most about most preechers is: they act like doing godly things is easy, like they're above falling for fleshly lusts - ya know, not always the gross stuff like drinking and sleeping around.  Worldly lusts can be good things, like working high-level math problems or cultivating high-end roses.

i seriously doubt that i am the only person who struggles.  Struggles with the Biblical fact that what i think, or care to blog ... these things ultimately do. not. matter.  one. iota.  Because, frankly, i. do. not. matter.  Only the Lord Himself matters.