Monday, March 26, 2012

Life on the Toilet

Kopp Disclosure
(John 3:19-21)




    Originating from the Teutonic forests of Germany, my life is rather predictable aka anal.

    90% of the time, I get up sometime between 4:00 - 4:30 a.m.

    Sometimes earlier.

    Rarely later and only later if Jack helped ease the aches and pains of...during the late news before...

    Again, see the last word of the first sentence.

    Got it from Helen Kopp (DNA) - my grandmother who started her days at 3:30 a.m.

    Anyway, I hook up Kopper and he takes me for a mile walk.

    Then I do some push-ups, some sit-ups, and some free weights; not enough to be buff but enough not to be...

    Then I plug in my contacts and shave (not much), sit on the toilet and read the Bible (depends if you know what I mean in both cases), shower (as much as possible), and head off to...

    75% of the time, immediately after arriving at church, I get with Him for...


    Church crises don't care about quiet time

    I recall a cartoon with a secretary opening the pastor's study door, observing him in prayer, and then signaling to someone, "No, it's O.K.  He can see you right now.  He's not doing anything important."

    Then it's on to...

    Same old same...



    Euphemistically, the word "fulfilling" comes to mind.


    Buuuuuuut then there are those times when He breaks through the routine for fresh revelation.


    The time spent with Him is inextricably related to the frequency and intensity of those apocalyptic moments.

    If you know anything about the desert fathers, you know what I mean.


    Just the other day, I had another one of those times.

    I was sitting on the toilet and doing my/His thing when I saw an ant crossing right in front of my feet.

    My first instinct was to end its journey.

    Buuuuuuut just as I was about to crush the life out of it, I thought, "Why should I end this bug's life?  What has it done to me?  What right do I have to...?  What does it mean to take away the life of...?"

    It was a Francis moment: "If you have men who will exclude any of God's creatures from the shelter of compassion and pity, you will have men who will deal likewise with their fellow men."


    That ant?

    That boy in Florida?


    I wasn't even constipated.



    If you're like too many people, you be the judge.


    Yeah, I read about us as, you know, imago Dei and all of that.

    But maybe some of us as imago Dei should give a tad more attention to Dei gratia.

    Dominion doesn't mean domination if you know what I mean.

    Only an inflated sense of self could cause one to think she/he has the right to take life from...

    I thought about that while on the toilet.

    I realized anyone who thinks about taking life from something/someone else is sooooooo full of...




Blessings and Love!


psalmfox said...

Full of stuff that stinks. Yeah, there's more than enough of that stuff in the world to fill all of us up. Have a friend who is busy hoarding against the day when the economy collapses, and food and water will be hard to get. He is also in the process of arming himself in order to hang on to what he's hoarding. Something's really wrong with this picture. I told him that if someone comes to my house hungry they are welcome to my food; if they are cold they are welcome to my coat; if they are homeless we have room under our roof for them to crash. But a shootout on my doorstep? Not happening, no matter how apocalyptic it may get.

Bruce said...

You, Bob, (and Martin Luther--I know that you are aware that the reformation might not have happened if he had not suffered from constipation) really express things graphically.
God bless you!

DG said...

There are some things in American life we just don't chat about casually. Certainly NOT publicly.

Crossed the line Bob.

A vision of you on the toilet reading your Bible will take time for me to erase from my memory banks.

But I will work diligently to scrub it off like some pernicious graffitti.

Dr. Robert R. Kopp said...


I stand chastened, brother!

Where's that paper?

Blessings and Love!