May 6, 2003

• Well, What’s Honest

   

  He’s honest like fresh air but she’s taken aback.

  He sees life in sweeping panoramas and

  The sun is always shining someplace if not here.

  He’ll stand like Moses on the mountaintop Nebo

  But she’ll be sad because clouds are gathering

  Somewhere.

  How many see the Promised Land

  For him, grand visions and she is there!

  For her, seeds of doubt sprout

  Stuck in the middle of

  Nowhere.

   

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  Candy-Coated Hydrants

   

  This is his watering hole, somewhere north of home.  He sits awkwardly on an oaken stool and pants for something sweet to drink.  Dry biscuits are piled into a bowl, snacks to nibble while watching the races.  He puts money down on lane two and as the runners settle into their lanes, a raucous bar quiets down as final bets are made.  He’s in the company of friends and across, a classy lady with a pretty smile and button nose.

   

  The doors snap open and the rabbit goes, rushing hard down the rail, hard around the track.  The dogs are in pursuit, grey lines flexed fluid and graceful.

   

  He’s no Bennett.  But tonight, a yellow-haired lab will win big.  As they near the finish, the bar is a madhouse - a large doghouse really.  With victory comes the spoils and he’ll order a round and enjoy a hundred appreciative backslaps.  Heavy losers will eye him warily with envy.

   

  When dogs dream.

   

  

   

  Happy collapsed after retrieving about 50 balls. 

  Will prove to be quite a picture when we’re sipping coffee tomorrow.

   

  

   

  Own a dog and you’ll see just how sweet they can be.  Can make anyone smile.

   

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  Had a great weekend with a some great people.  Be it in basketball, theology, writing or relationships, never take yourself too seriously.  We’re all just so small.  But what can you do but look life in the eyes, see it for what it is, and try to find some working sense of meaning.

   

  Also, ask yourself… are you a creator or a destroyer?  Do you build up or do you tear down?  Cynicism is the weak man’s wisdom; it’s cheap and easy.  You can swim around in your schadenfreude and pour it on blithely over a Denny’s dinner but step back and look and you’ll see it’s nothing to be proud of.

   

  I heard one naturalist make a great point.  Man is set apart from nature in one way: he inherently believes in purpose and meaning.  A man will jump off a cliff for the lack of it.  But what’s more, a stranger passing by will risk his own to save him.

   

  If it sounds like I’m preaching, please turn to the book of Jerem… 

   

  Just some thoughts.  <wink>

   

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  Ducks!

   

  Matt11:28

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