Wednesday, September 15, 2010
We all do moronic things.
Be honest. We do.
And, when we do, we only hope no one’s watching.
It’s like the person who picks his/her nose while driving—as if no one can see inside their car.
Or, what about the person who writes a handwritten letter (yes, they still exist) and at the bottom of the page, writes OVER so the person knows to read what’s written on the back! Why do we do that? Would we think they wouldn’t know to read what’s on the back?
I’m sometimes a moron. Just don’t treat me that way.
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
From the time we were little, our parents constantly reminded us to play nice.
Play nice on the playground. Play nice at church. Play nice at school. Play nice with your siblings.
Sadly, as we grow older, we often forget our parent’s admonition about playing nice.
We lose that sense of decency. The common caring about another person.
We strive to get ahead. It’s all about climbing up the ladder. It’s about us—not others.
Maybe it is our sense of competition. Maybe that’s what is expected of us.
Well. No more.
Jesus first. Others second.
Monday, September 13, 2010
A churchy word.
But, to put it in secular terminology, let’s use the word friendship.
Aren’t we all seeking friendship or fellowship?
Maybe so. Well, I suppose there are those hermits hiding out deep in the woods of Montana that may not be seeking friendship. And, quite honestly, there are days that I’d like nothing better than hiding from everyone and everything. Yes, solitude intrigues me at times.
But, not every day. Most days I want to be with people. To find relationship.
I suppose that’s why Facebook interests me so much.
I can be friends, fellowship, or hide.