Monday, September 18, 2006

Truth, justice and the American way?

I'm not a very original thinker. None of us really are. We uncover what is true. We see and hear and experience truth and we remember: Aha! Yes! Now I know!

When I write and then preach a sermon, it's really all one sermon; every single one of them. It's all about truth, love, compassion, giving, and being open.

But sometimes it needs to be said in a way that wakes you up. Author Sue Monk Kidd wrote, "The truth will indeed set you free, but first it will shatter the safe, sweet way you live." See, I don't say anything original, but I can quote those who do and report it here for you, dear reader.

So, for the next few blogs I will be quoting some great thoughts, ideas, rants: truths, for your contemplation.

The first is a video of George Carlin being, well, George. But his tune has changed. This is one hell of a rant that I could never get away with but George can, God bless him. He goes a bit far, but one has to, in order to wake those who are comfortably asleep.


Who controls America?

Truth, justice, and the American way can no longer be used in the same sentence. Superman will have to find something else (perhaps someone else) to fight for.

Friday, September 01, 2006

Where is God?

A little Sunday humor on a Friday...

A couple had two little boys who were always getting into trouble. Their parents knew that if any mischief occurred in their village, their sons were probably involved. The boys' mother heard that an elder in town had been successful in disciplining children, so she asked if he would speak with her sons. The elder agreed, but asked to see them separately.

So, the mother sent her youngest son first, in the morning. The elder, a huge man with a booming voice, sat the boy down and asked him sternly, "Where is God?" The boy's mouth dropped open, but he made no response. So the elder repeated the question in an even sterner tone, "Where is God!!?" Again the wide-eyed boy made no attempt to answer. The elder raised his voice and bellowed, "WHERE IS GOD!?" The boy screamed and bolted from the room, ran directly home and dove into a closet, slamming the door behind him.

When his older brother found him hiding, he asked,"What happened?" The younger brother, gasping for breath, replied, "We are in BIG trouble this time. God is missing, and they think WE did it!"

Just drop a fifty in the offering plate, and be sure to stay for coffee hour. I'm here every Sunday at 10:00 a.m.