She asked if the meeting would include anything controversial.
I said, "Well, two of our elders who hate each other in a Christian kind of way will probably go at it over something ridiculous."
With a smile emerging from her perpetually scowling and pejorative countenance, she exclaimed so gleefully, "Oh, wonderful! I just love a good fight!"
I asked, "Where the hell did you get that?"
She missed the humor...and discernment.
Failing to cite chapter and verse, she outlined a rationale for creative conflict rather inarticulately.
Having read and assimilated Romans 16:17ff., I did not appoint her to anything from that day forward.
Some folks just like to fight.
It's so natural.
It doesn't matter who, what, where, when, or why; for they're always looking - speck-inspecting as Jesus pointed out - for some reason to, uh, blow up.
A Freudian lectured our doctoral class, "The irregular problem people in our lives are usually constipated. That's why they dump on you."
Yeah, they're full of, uh, something; but rarely Jesus.
Election 2008 comes to mind.
Though most Republicans and Democrats would vote for Satan if he/she/it were their party's nominee, I'm guessing the final three will be so sullied by 11/4 that Al Gore will emerge as an alternative.
Gotta love the guy.
He invented the internet, discovered global warming, and won the Nobel Peace Prize.
Didn't baby-killing Arafat win that one too?
Dust off Meatloaf: "Two out of three ain't bad!"
People keep asking who'll get my vote.
Lots of 'em are looking for a reason to fight; but it takes two to fight and I'm pretty good at directing 'em to a mirror.
I can live with JM or BHO; and whoever's tainted least when I cast will get it.
I don't need anybody to agree with me about everything; except in the Church where we've got to agree on Jesus as Lord and Savior to be, uh, related.
I like those two guys because I trust 'em even when I disagree with 'em; and whenever I hear her say something which contradicts what she said previously, I want to scream, "Liar, liar, pants on fire!"
The previous one word sentence is a metaphor.
Beggars can't be choosers; so I'll settle for the other two in this, uh, limited field.
We'll live and pray for whoever's elected; because the next President's successes and failures translate into good and bad news for everybody.
Even if what's-her-name - Gulp! Gasp! Sigh! - wins, I'll pray His best for her.
I don't believe anybody who says, "If _____'s elected, I'm moving to Canada!"
I don't think so.
Don't they speak French up there?
And if you think our winter was bad,...
We're gonna stay, grin and bear it, and, if necessary, hold our noses.
Maybe there's room in Canada for people who like to fight.
With no apologies to Jeremiah Wright, God bless America!
Blessings and Love!