Our Supreme Being guides the Universe executing his plan in mysterious ways. Earthly directives are especially vexing, wars, tsunamis, hunger and sickness require large blocks of time and, of course, there are the small problems that must be dealt with.
As in this case, God thought. Something to do with that game involving plastic spheres and small poles. Spheres and poles...let’s see...that would be Earl Anthony!
“Earl! Are you there?”
“Yes, Lord, I am here.”
“Another dispute Earl!”
Beleaguered and somewhat bedraggled from the recent fall that led to his ascension, Earl Anthony laments his plight with silent thought, “God, will I never be allowed to rest?” Read More....
A Visit From Mary Bonner
The following conversation is fictional. Total imagination deriving from what seemed an actual middle of the night appearance from my former mother-in-law, Mary Bonner. This gentle intrusion seemed real but was obviously illusory, a dream.
On occasion, in a public place, a restaurant, a convenience store or the post office, I would notice a youthful woman looking my way; not staring but glancing, looking away and then quickly returning her eyes to me and looking away again. Her hair is a faded orange color. She is slender and has a freckled face. Am I imagining her? The same face in multiple places? Aging, tricks of the mind? I begin to ignore the ever-present woman, just barely more than a girl.
The Corner Yeah, beer, drinks, loud music and a live-wire bartender.
But they hung out there. One a guy from some mean streets, raised in a house in an alley just off those mean streets. The other from a town an acre wide in North Carolina. Both survivors and here they are in ‘the corner’ of the bar and tended to by the ‘live wire’ lady with the smile.
Her customers, the corner guys, are ancient but they still do what they’ve done for the last twenty-five years. They are dart players. Not really good dart players but not bad either. One is eighty, the other eighty something . . . no one’s sure. Read More....
Tribute to Bryan Smith! He’s gone! Billow and spray! Thunder rolls! Birds wheel and dive in search of shelter…. All his season’s spent, done… Not a big man, not a perfect man but a good man… The slight form, the billed cap, the cigarette always present…. His smile, seen closely or from afar, brightened any room… His respect and his love for the bigger man, the man of few words, gentle… He waited his turn in awe of the bigger man, the better player and his unorthodox delivery… He of harnessed pinpoint accuracy, love between them as each arrow is thrown… And to one side was the other…he watched as his two friends dueled … Bearded, overalls, he watched day after day, month by month, his affection for the bigger man, the better player, is huge. But care and love for the smaller man, formerly pugnacious but grown mellow with years, written on the bearded man’s face. They were a threesome and they were a presence where the thunder rolled and all the seasons were laughed and darted away… He’s gone! Too soon! Older players, wizened, fortunate frown and say, ‘why, he had decades in front of him, why not one of us.’ Mysticism, death not understood, hands wringing ….’why’…..
Life as part of a Supreme Being's Jigsaw Puzzle Could we, you and I, be part of a Supreme Being's toy, amusement?
Could it be possible that the time on earth for humans is a mere minute or hour in the time of that of a Supreme Being— That this Supreme Being amuses Himself as he watches man scurry about building things, inventing things, watching as man increases his life span by eating fish instead of beef, exercising in place of indolence, transplanting hearts.
Watching as we, you and I, work, work, work, and procreate— instinctively--to provide greater numbers--for the amusement of the Supreme Being?
One of God’s helpmates: God, I can create humans for earth as you ask, but there is an issue! God: And what is the issue? God’s helpmate: You have asked for the potential of billions of humans! God: Yes! God’s helpmate: And you dictated that they all have faces! God: Yes! God’s helpmate: And the width of a face is roughly 4 to 5 inches and length 5 to 6 inches? God: Yes! God’s helpmate: And you ask that each face be di*erent? Billions of faces? God: And the issue is? God’s helpmate in despair: Jeezus…… Jesus appears and looks to his Father, our Supreme Being and asks: Father, be reasonable? And it was done!
