Christmas cards

Sixteen Christmas cards on your table; leftover from last Christmas. You make a list of whom you could dispatch them to.

…B is not on that list.

Not that you don’t appreciate B for what he’s done throughout the year, deserving at least a grateful acknowledgment at the end of it. You know he’d feel awkward not sending one back, yet couldn’t, as there’s a million other things he could do instead of making a trip to the newsagent’s for a Christmas card. You also know that you don’t need a Christmas card to state the obvious. There is much more to the amity than a folded piece of beautiful paper can include.

A little narcissism...

You are a Pundit Blogger!

Your blog is smart, insightful, and always a quality read. Truly appreciated by many, surpassed by only a few.

What kind of blogger are you?

Droplets in the dunes

You wonder. When something speaks to your heart you really wonder. You heard something that sounds a lot like affirmation. Affirmation of where you're heading with your heart. You heard some more and you're done for...

It was an affirmation!

An overkill... It doesn't say if you have what it takes to go the distance.

A road sign... Not banner over the door.

But droplets in the dunes... Impelling.

A thought on man's original sin

Paralysis is the first disease of the male species.

The will is the wildest thing a man owns. Your will is your own. If God were to be absolutely good and He wanted nothing but for man to come through, then we must believe that Adam had in him what it takes to come through.

The reason why he didn't come through should then be found in Adam's WILLINGNESS to come through - not the lack of strength from God.

He had total freedom to choose whether he would come through or not. His will must have been so wild and free that it was totally independent of his strength. He could have strength in him and yet still fail so long as he had the free will to make failure possible.

Which he did. Since then men don't stand a chance.

Earned or received?

Suddenly it felt good.

Which was bad, because it felt good for the wrong reason.

You were given something you couldn'tve earned by yourself. You were pleasantly surprised. And then it felt good, as if you've earned it.

But you didn't. You received it.

Your Lord is risen

You're at it again.

You've been at it for a while now. All the while.

How long does she have to wait? How much longer has it got to be before you're prepared to fight?

Rise heart;
Thy Lord is risen.

--George Herbert

One of the things to know her by

You see a mother grabs her daughter's arm walking down the street like she would hold a dirty laundry.

You cannot imagine that she loves her daughter the way daughters ought to be loved. You want to think that somehow she loves herself more. Such a mother shouldn't ever become one!

Your mother always held your hand walking down the street. You even held hands when you were still not too embarrassed to share a bed with her.

A mother ought to love her children and never stop loving them. Even when she's stopped loving herself. She ought to put them before herself and be willing to die in their place if she had to.

You knew that day that's the kind of mother she would be if she ever have children. You didn't see it coming. But ever since then you never stopped wishing that she'll one day be your children's mother if you ever have children. You try not to picture her playing with them against a backyard you haven't yet owned. Hell - most of the time you even try not to picture her at all!

That day the picture of your children's mother jumped off the page and scared the living daylights out of you.