In my minimalist life I still have some items that are astonishingly durable.
While my big bookcase is destroyed by age and two many moves (purchased circa 1984) books are useless and dusty and all but 20 will not move with me to a new apartment (lease is up in August, and the elevator problems mean I’ll have to search for another…)
I have Corelle plates from 1975 or 1977. The first year they were made. My great grandmother’s. She had decided they were a good idea.
Wedding gifts in 1987 added to the bunch.
About six of the 1000 or so towels I was given as wedding gifts survive.
I have a bedspread that looks faded and ridiculous. I won’t give it up.
It was the spread the husband and I slept under, and well darnit, I don’t sleep as well under anything else.
I have a picture of my high school crowd that I won’t get rid of either.
Black and white photos of grandparents and great grandparents.
One chintz scarf, from France.
A few bits of fake jewelry and the wedding rings…
good plastic but interesting looking glassware, utensils, and high end cookware and a Bose radio from a brief period of affluence in 1998
It’s so odd which things endure and which do not.
The music I can’t listen to anymore, but can’t quite give up.
So, TCM has the Wizard of Oz on now…
And I’m a cynic.
There were *already* two good witches available in Oz before the twister dropped the sepia toned house into Technicolor Oz. (We never see or hear of a good Witch in the South, but…logic would suggest she exists)
Glinda is obviously spending too much time in front of her mirror to bother to kick TWWoTEast’s butt. She could have *done* it obviously…But she’s been too busy admiring herself to care about the little people…But a mortal girl and a yappy dog…She sees them as the perfect answer (along with a sack of staw, a tin can, and a loopy lion.).
Glinda: “I’m not going to *tell* her that all she needs to do is touch her heels three times to get back to Kansas: one accidental death isn’t enough…at least not until she’s handled that uppity green broomrider for me…. Spells, truly terrifying flying monkey’s and those guards in the fake Russian outfits…I might muss my hair. Or heavens! I could lose my crown! Not about to take on the Western Witch…no siree. The girl’s a foreigner. An illegal immigrant. She won’t be missed. And what dreadful hair!
(though, distantly from Kansas, I heard her voice, and I’m dying of jealousy over it…Best she go down fighting like a hero…)
I can send her to that useless Wizard. Maybe he’ll occupy himself with her problems and stop pestering me to hook up.
(any non-Christian offended by discussion of faith in this post is free to step away….I’m not pushin’ just kinda dissecting some verses)
I’ll be unable to attend any observance this week. so…
No, I was never called to preach (thank Deity). But I was a pastors wife and despite myself, a great deal sank in.
But on the day when Somebody was reputed to be publicly tortured and humilated in order that we have a shot at a Hereafter that doesn’t look like an eternal flamethrower…
Yes, everybody can read…but I’m speaking to a specific group regarding a specific span of time.
For Americans who believe that they are under the New Covenant (New Testament) and who believe the Christian Bible to be the inerrant word of God:
During the past five years…
How many of those who believe the Bible inerrant have lived for and under these particular verses? (all from my copy of Today’s New International Version or TNIV for theology-geeks)
First from The Beatitudes:
Matthew Ch 5
7 Blessed are the merciful,
for they will be shown mercy.
8 Blessed are the pure in heart,
for they will see God.
9 Blessed are the peacemakers,
for they will be called children of God.
Then, Jesus speaks.
Matthew Ch 19
23 Then Jesus said to his disciples, “Truly I tell you, it is hard for the rich to enter the kingdom of heaven. 24 Again I tell you, it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for the rich to enter the kingdom of God.”
(Funny, I don’t see those on my local mega-church’s front door.)
Matthew Ch 25
34 “Then the King will say to those on his right, ‘Come, you who are blessed by my Father; take your inheritance, the kingdom prepared for you since the creation of the world. 35 For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, 36 I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me.’
37 “Then the righteous will answer him, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? 38 When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you? 39 When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you?’
40 “The King will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.’
And, lastly, the verse that gave Martin Luther such acid indigestion:
14” What good is it, my brothers and sisters, if people claim to have faith but have no deeds? Can such faith save them? 15 Suppose a brother or sister is without clothes and daily food. 16 If one of you says to them, “Go in peace; keep warm and well fed,” but does nothing about their physical needs, what good is it? 17 In the same way, faith by itself, if it is not accompanied by action, is dead.”
If you’re going by ‘inerrant’ folks…
I think these have been missing….