I'm heading out to play a round - not "around" - in about an hour.
Before teeing off last time, a guy looked at my clubs (Nike, Taylor Made, Titleist, Mizuno, Cleveland, and Ping) and gasped, "_____, you've got a mixed bag!"
I replied, "It's a metaphor for my life, friend."
Aside from Jesus always and family and friends usually, life has a lot of ups, downs, detours, flushings, rushings, and razzle-dazzlings.
Unless you're God's other son, you know what I mean.
That's why I read Psalm 62 a lot.
O.K., O.K., the Yankees are awful this year.
I walk into choir practice and Jerry, David, and Ev blurt out, "Did you see what happened to the Yankees yesterday? Did you read the column by the L-word guy in Chicago about the Yankees being in last place?"
My dad sends an e-mail: "The Yankees are 8 behind already!"
O.K., O.K., but haven't you ever had a bad day, month, year, or century?
Speaking of the Cubs,...
Willie Randolph moved across town to manage the Mets (kinda).
He thinks people are picking on him because he's an African-American.
I may be wrong, but I think people are picking on him because the Mets, uh, stink almost as bad as the Yankees; and that Italian-American in pinstripes better look over this shoulder because George's son is closing in.
If you read these KDs and the other stuff, you know I know I don't know everything.
It's my Lutheran reality.
If someone points out an error from Holy Scripture or plain old common sense which is a humanistic/egotistical reference to wisdom which comes from Him, I'll confess, repent, and recant in print.
That's been my SOP aka KD (John 3:19-21) since being born again again about ten years ago.
Speaking of the last section, a really good friend as well as bright fellah challenged my "Shepherds don't follow sheep" paradigm.
He made some good points: "Actually, they do! Shepherds follow sheep and herd - push them forward. They use their dogs and throwing stones to keep them moving in the right direction."
It's pull or push or whatever it takes to get 'em to go where they don't want to go though He commands it.
A woman wrote a love letter to JK (see KDXXXI).
They were married; but not to each other.
So he invited the woman and her husband to a meeting in his study; but he did not say her/his spouse would be there too.
When they showed up, he read the letter in front of them and a specially called meeting of session.
She never wrote another love letter to him.
I hit some balls at the range yesterday.
One of the guys who works there lost his keys.
He was in a panic.
As I was leaving, I said, "I will ask Jesus to help you find the keys in the next ten minutes."
Five minutes later, he came driving up to me in a cart with another guy who works there with his keys.
I told him to praise Jesus; and invite another guy who works there back to church.
It's a metaphor for faith.
Blessings and Love!