Time: Waaaay back then… Old Testament times
Location: the City Gate:
Who: A bunch of prophets who were contemporaries of each other meet: Isaiah, Micah and Hosea
What: After a long day of prophesying. They decide to get together for a cup of Joe (= coffee) and just unwind.

Isaiah: Hey.. Old Buddy – Hosea – How are you? How did it go today?
Hosea : [Sighs] Oh… Not too good – these people – they are so ^%*#^& hard-hearted you know?
[Micah enters scene and hears Hosea]
Micah: Tell me about it. I’ve even howled like a jackal and moaned like an owl and yet my “OWOOOOOOS!” have fallen on nothing but deaf ears. [pause] Must have been ok for you aaay – Isaiah? You work in the King’s Court.
Isaiah: No. Not quite. I may be in the Court and the folks there are a trifle more educated than the common man, but really… they are no less hard-hearted than anyone else. The court have been just as rough. No one there is listening.
[Brief silence]

Micah: Y’know what – lets skip the Joe. I think I need a brandy. Day like this – thats what I need. Lets go to that fancy new pub in town, Hebrew Brew.
Isaiah: Yeah. Lets do it. Is there a dress code by the way?
Hosea: Sounds good,but say… Isss…  – Can you spot me a few shekels? I’ve been kinda low. You know my wife…

hole to hole
void to void
vacuum to vacuum
futility to futility
dissatisfaction to dissatisfaction
friend to friend
restaurant to restaurant
binge to binge
bar to bar
pub to pub
club to club
party to party
drink to drink
drug to drug
fix to fix
idol to idol
theater to theater
movie to movie
show to show
anesthetic to anesthetic
numb to numb
pain to pain
coffee shop to coffee shop
loneliness to loneliness
quiet to quiet
desperation to desperation
ache to ache
date to date
girlfriend to girlfriend
boyfriend to boyfriend
partner to partner
lover to lover
sex to sex
conquest to conquest
dump to dump
marriage to marriage
husband to husband
wife to wife
affair to affair
divorce to divorce
baby to baby
plug to plug
toy to toy
whimper to whimper
black to black
empty to empty
life to death
death to death
Hell

Other stuff – Play with:
A hole in the soul
leads
to
a
soul in the hole.
…
~ The H is silent yet omnipresent.

Jesse -
- fer

Jennifer & Jessifer…

The man goes and gets mangoes.

The Zoid Void… Soul Hole… your inner vacuum … vac attack… the H is silent and omnipresent…. Noid Void…

plug within…

living streams … that flow

pinging and ponging …

Jar Jar Binks… the first Gungan…

Entering the Fuzz …

There is zip-diddley out there.

dribble some scribble
cook up some doodles
with my half baked noodle

kerfuffle – ehh and bleah and wee me wee little me… tee hee…

Squatting on the earth. Seated in the heavenlies.

drippy, icky… sticky gooey.

     love propels
         faith grasps
             hope pulls
                 grace pushes
                   gratitude compels

{rework}

You are a strangeling …

Grace Expectations!

Burning Bush  : Hey Mo! How you doin?
Mo          : Whats this? A burning bush that can speak? What can this be?
Burning Bush  : Relax Mo. Its just me, Yahweh, the God of your ancestors.
Mo          : Wow! Yahweh? God? Is that really you? Where have you been all these years?
God        : What do mean ‘Where have I been all these years?’ Isn’t it more like, where have YOU been? Oh Please. Anyway, I take it you’ve been well Mo?
Mo          : I guess I’ve been ok. Yeah. Not too bad. Its been a really rough summer. Unusually hot you know. Not like last year. All in all though, no complaints.
God        : Good. Oh and hey, how is that wife of yours – Zipporah – doing? How is she?
Mo          : Zippy? She’s doing ok also. However the weather has gotten her down a bit. As I said, its been unusually hot this summer and Zippy – she’s been struggling with it. Hey. Can I ask you a favor?
God        : Sure. What is it?
Mo          : Can you turn it down a bit? The heat’s been a bit too much for me also.
[Silent Pause]
God        : Ok. How’s that?
Mo          : Yes. That’s much better. [Mo pauses for a second] Hmmm. Well?
God        : Ok. Now?
Mo          : Aaaah… Yesss. That’s perfect. Boy, you sure read my mind!
God        : Well… Actually Mo.

I’m off to the Peach state
Catch me some summery butterfly days.

Hil-funny-arious.

Splat-a-graph…

dribble, dabble, doodle

tooth and nail nay … fang and claw

say good bye to the snowflakes.

graphite, ink and electron
lip, tongue and tooth

Grace is the cement that fills the cracks in our lives.
Grace is the surround sound that envelops us all around.
Grace is the sustaining power of God that undergirds, overarches and permeates all of the existence of a believer.

hitching camels to caravans.

Parsing the quois and pourquois of life…

plopped and dropped…

Save the Platitudes!!!

conchetta and dominic

“A cloud as small as a man’s hand is rising from the sea.” ~1 Kings 18:45

Paragraphs are like clouds. When a person writes one big, huge … splat … paragraph and your eyes get lost in it, then the sky is overcast.

When many paragraphs are there …. then there are many clouds. Everything from cumulonimbus, stratus, cirrus … and on and on and on.

The Holy Spirit is the Spirit of …

… of creativity : Bezalel

… of spontaneity : Spontaneous Combustion… revival

… of order : tohu wa bohu … where the Spirit blows, order comes out of disorder

… of freedom …

… of memory … of remembrance

Gospel-shaped life is what shape?

Idiosyncrat … so not forget paperclips…

Sprinkles of providence gracing our lives…

Breakfast:
The early bird gets the worm.
The early worm gets eaten by the bird.

Lunch – based on a certain school cafeteria I used to eat at:
~ I never said grace before eating until I started eating here.
~ Some days… I would look at my plate and ask:
“Am I going to eat this or is this going to eat me?”
~I guess there is something to saying
“We eat by faith and not by sight.”

In the beginning … was the beginning

In the beginning was the chair
and the chair was with God
and God sat upon the chair…
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The maple leaf, red fell
The Canadian sun, yellow shone
The skies blue, withdrew
The clouds white, flew

~~Try ? The grass green, grew

Sometimes you compare apples to oranges… other times apples to pineapples.

Blue skies. Yellow days. Purple evenings.
~~
In the beginning…

In the beginning, God said, “Aaaaaand Action !!!!!”
and the Universe came in to being.
In the middle, God said, “Aaaaand Cut !!!”
and Jesus was born… and history was cut into B.C. and A.D.
In the end… well … there will be no end…

Sickness adds a jaundiced discoloration to everything in life. The things you hate, you no longer simply hate, you are positively repulsed by it… and the things you like … they become one big Blah!

Everything swirls… from Pecos Bill keep to blunderbuss . . . and gunderhuss and munderbuss

He’s got the whole world in His Hands, but sometimes
He spins the whole world on his finger and
things shake a bit and you are like…
ok… ok… please… the hand… the hand… the hand

And… Oi finished my thesis while being sick… time to sing a hallel

Woo Hoo!
Thank You!
Praise the Lord and
Halleloo!

Halleloo
Alleloo

loo loo ha
laa ley loo

loo loo loo
la la ley
ley ley ley
loo loo loo

la ley loo loo

Then there is also of course …
Hullabaloos & Ballyhoo

Char-broiled thoughts…

“You-ing the You”
be who you are

Dao De Rao

You big monkey mouthed, chimp cheeked, baboon nosed, gorilla eyed . . . Hello My name is Dr. ___something french___. I am the head of the Dept. of Critical Criticality.