Saturday, October 20, 2018

"I read the Bible cover to cover x amount ot times." Really?

For starters, anybody can qwik-skim, while believing that sort of psedo-speedreading is actually reading.  Meanwhile, there are for-real Christian pastors out there who will tell you, each time they read from the Scriptures, they find something new - um, that old preacher must have read that ENTIRE Bible more than a few times.  And, rest assured, he's not out there broadcasting how many times he has read the Scriptures from cover to cover.  Nopers!  After 40 or 50 years of preaching, he knows he has so much more to learn from the Word, and he is not afraid to respond to someone's question with a "I don't know, but I'll search the Scriptures."

Anyway, this bit of drama started, because some guy got bigtime bent out of shape, because he simply did not want to hear the unavoidable FACT that sex apart from marriage is sin.  That reality is written throughout both Old and New Testaments.  Hey dude, here's a newsflash:  the Bible was not written by anyone on the internet.  In other words, none of us made the rules.

Friday, October 19, 2018

That piece-of-drek printer was nothing but bondage...will it print out a certain

document that must be mailed today?  Not without a hissy-fit.  Happened nearly every time i needed to use the stupid thing...and cuss and swear!  It's in a garbage bag - in pieces.  Got to thinking, about overly-tasked individuals, and to top the situation off -under bondage by stuff (like printers) designed with aggravation in mind.  Seems so, for one thing, it - like about every other appliance - is black, and so is a hassle to properly see the controls, and keep dusted off.  Gee whizz, the printers at work are white, and are user-friendly.  But work stuff and home stuff stay separate.  Employers (and store owners) are put upon enough as it is by people with entitlement issues.

To overly tasked individuals, it's more than okay to smash a piece of junk on a cement slab.  It's bound to happen, sooner or later, after hearing, time and time again, little side-long comments, snarkey quips, and in general, various foolish statements.  mr (and ms) entitlements are every frakking where. 

And boy-o-boy, far be it, that you'd want to just have thirty minutes upon coming in from WORK to decompress, and maybe get a few things out of the way (hang up your coat, put your keys away, take off your glasses, bring up some firewood before it gets dark, wash up the few dishes in the sink - while they remain few) and maybe  relax...long enough to finish reading a blog post, you had started reading during the bus ride home.

Mom wasn't afforded that luxury either.  And she not only HAD to work full-time, she had four (count 'em) kids to raise.  Mom never trashed a piece-of-crap appliance, but there were times when she was clearly upset.  Well, duh!





Yesterday was a sunny and beautiful crisp fall day, and no rain in the forecast.

Yep, the rain-story mr.entitlement had spun was just an excuse...no surprise there!  Still regret having opened my yap about it in the first place.  Should have just accepted that, since mr.entitlement has a physical disability, he can park where ever the heck he chooses, and does NOT need the store owner's permission, and that people had better move the heck out of his way - pronto! Am giving that dude a really wide berth.

Thing is, if the owner of the dollar store chooses to exercise his legal right to have non-customer's vehicles towed..., well, there's street parking - which, of course, inconveniences the people who live in those houses and must park on the street.  Used to live in town, and still remember coming home with groceries or laundry, and hoping there was a space almost in front of the house (which i had rented the upper floor).  And surely, i was not the only person in town who had trouble parallel-parking.

Am just quietly waiting for the other shoe to drop.  If that happens, he will really be...nuts and bolts.   Once again, i am sorry that he is unable to walk without crutches.  But i also feel bad for the store's customers - some of whom are old, and don't get around so well either.

Wednesday, October 17, 2018

A preacher had recently observed, that the most easy-going pagan -

ya know, the sort of person who would float you lunch money, even though he or she would eat crackers that day...and then, be in no hurry whatsoever to be paid back the $7-something... That sort of person.  Well, the preacher said, basically, just explain clearly what the Gospel is (That everybody, outside of Christ, is already eternally in the worst trouble...) and 9 chances out of 10 boy-howdy, it won't take but a few seconds for the FANGS to come out.  Neither does it matter how gently, compassionately you give the Gospel, the individual will likely get peeved.  And no, the preacherman was not being a spiritual-snoot.

i know where the pagan is coming from.  A co-worker, some years back, was also a preacher - and he wasn't even talking to me on that particular afternoon.  He was talking about the Bible to a co-worker; one who was interested in hearing the Word.  I merely overheard the discourse, and i wanted to slap th' firetruck oudda th' dude.  But didn't want to lose my job - and never mind, being that he is a man, even the typical 99 pound masculine geek has sufficient upper-body-strength to land my sorry lard-arse in the nearest hospital.

Lunch is over, godda get back to work.

Over the past decades i have worked with several atheists.

And yeah, they were nice caring people.  A double YES, a person can indeed appear to be "good without god."  But guess what, our perceptions of reality is akin to the barely-productive typing-pool employee who thinks - really thinks, despite a long history of careless errors - that she should be head of the department.  That's the real human condition, in a cubical.

One thing, i can't help to have noticed among most of these few is: a money-grubbing mindset.  The idea that giving today will put you in financial constraints tomorrow; the question of: who will help me when my butt is in a sling?  That question answered with: no freaking body, that's who!  i am not an atheist, but i struggle with THAT exact form of selfishness EVERY single day.  Oh, the very idea that i may need help...that does NOT sit well with me at all. 

That clearly, blatantly reveals the absolute worst sin: pride.  So, in the flesh, i am no better than any in-everyone's-face internet atheist.

Godda roll.

Monday, October 15, 2018

Atheists appear to be so moral - and i'm glad they don't seem to be

the sort of people who quarrel over parking spaces / flip someone the bird at an intersection.  Maybe, atheists' calmness (can ya spell "peace where there is no peace?") comes from their seemingly superior intelligence.  A high iq - the ability to remember complex scientific jargon...on a dime, and type out lengthy sentences - complete with colons and semi- colons - into lengthy paragraphs.  All on a website visited mostly by Bible Christians - but the scoffers' intellectual chest-pounding is really beside the point.

Point is:  a calm, rational (okay, atheists especially like to toss that word around) outlook on life, along with a terrific memory, are temporal gifts.  And guess where those gifts come from!  Uhm, if these blessings came from an indifferent universe, i could get into a jealous mindset.  The reality is, however, those gifts came from the Lord.  And, oh no, i am not stupid enough to horn in on the Lord's gift-giving business.

Speaking of temporal gifts, Esau and his sons were given a terrific piece of real-estate.  Mount Seir.  The mountain had plentiful water, and the area had natural barriers, so others would have great difficulty in taking it.  Esau and his sons were smart cookies; they took it from the Horites, a rough bunch.

Godda roll.

Friday, October 12, 2018

Twenty-nine heather-mice - out of some 230 embryos...hhmmm.

At another blog [anglobeech] is a post, where supposedly some (obviously demented) scientists had cut-n-pasted X-chromosomes of two female mice (who, by the way, did have a male parent).  Well, these scientists figured out a way, for two female mice to have young - i.e., thanks to bottles, test-tubes, air-conditioning, no dust...  These heathers were supposedly born healthy.  And supposedly, these 29 went on to reproduce.  Question is:  did the scientists have to buy more bottles and test-tubes to make that happen?

Needful to say, just because scientists think they can do something, doesn't always mean they should.  There is so much Godly scientific pursuits out there - pursuits free of weirdo agendas.