The Word O God

Sand Castles close to the ocean are destined to succumb to the tides of time.

In the south, where I am no longer from, preachers dropped the f from of, I think for dramatic effect, the phrase becomes more like one word.....Word-uh-God. Whats wrong,brother, don't you believe the worduhgod?

Just emerged from a discussion of the age of the earth with some of my folks and the legitimate question was asked. Why does this matter to you or to us how old the earth is?

My reply was not so much to defend science, although their a many major areas of study and many more ways to test the relative age of things than we who are not scientists know.

My issue was how do we believe and understand the word of God. If it is an unfolding revelation that starts with Moses describing creation and ends with Paul revealing a mystery long hidden and now revealed, then the handling of that revelation requires some nuances theologically and linguistically and culturally, and not to mention some understanding of the original languages of the ancient texts.

So if a guy pulls out a calculator and agrees that Moses was born around 1500 years before Christ and he begins to try substracting the geneology and the number of years of each listed generation, and if he further believes that God would never lie to us even if the statement is in a storied recollection of truths long preserved in the people of God, or people-uh-god, then you set biblical revelation, which ends in the miraculous against observation and knowledge, both of which we were commended by God to grow in as we exercise dominion over the earth, catching, cooking, planting, building, writing, ect. Then we create a situation where the Bible becomes impossible, which it was never supposed to be.

The wordogod says the earth is 6000 years old and was created in six twenty four hour days I would live and die on that if I was convinced that that was the writers and God's intent. What hurts is the spiritual abuse of sheperds who abuse in the name of the worduhgod. All scripture is inspired and helpful, but please don't send me on a search for trees of the field that are clapping their hands because of the w....uh....g....d!!!! Its a metaphor,,,and my own tongue in cheek sarcasm is a survival mechanism for which I ask your forgiveness.

Hawaiian natives enjoy their own home

Several beaches and parks on the Big island are described in the blue book as worth a stop if you are not in a hurry. This we did and found that these less attractive swimming and picnis areas are very popular with the people who make the island their home, and that is a good thing, we really enjoyed this stop at Whittington Park with a cement dock structure in the background.

The Hallowed Weeks are upon us

Boats like these were the origianal trans oceanic vehicles to get people to Hawaii. When we passed the souther part of Hawaii we were in the southermost part of the US, way south of Key West and sort of mid Mexico in longitude. This is where the original polynesian explorers landed to begin populating the chain.

The desert climate is perfect as we slide toward the finish of another year. I am thankful to be alive as I needed healthcare this year, and really, all the clamor and debate are about getting real healthcare when we need it, and the affordable healthcare act is very much an unproven commodity in these last weeks of the year.

When I began to sense that my heart was not functioning properly in August, one afternoon I felt so bad that I had to decide to sit it out, call 911, or go to the emergency room, or stop by my cardiologists office. The first three options all felt wrong, I was having high blood pressure but not chest pains. So I began the process that led to a stress test, an angiogram, stent number 15, and the opportunity to enjoy the next weeks of special memories, family, concerts and events, and having my wife relax at home with no outings for two weeks.

I would also hope to avoid any sense of rush, or concern about spending too much, as we are in retirement planning mode, or at least studying to see if we get to retire. I am hopeful, and thankful.

"If I had words to make a day for you'

"I'd sing you a day that's golden and new."

Farmer Hogget is dancing a jig to cheer up Babe the Sheep Pig who is sick and not eating. There is music in the background, and later the little farm mice sing the song written to go with the tune and I am digging it for years.

The film credits Camille Saint-Saens for the tune from his Symphony in C minor. I bought the CD this summer, and the tune comes in one movement that lasts 1:38 seconds.

You can see the 1977 song on youtube.

I am searching for the song on google and find that a Hawaiian singer named Keialii Reichel sang it on an album. I bought it, and now the simple tune in C minor is playing in my head daily.

If I had words to make a day for you, I'd sing you a day that's golden and new (some say true),
And I'd make that day last for all time, and give you a night full of moon shine.

Kudos to each artist, separated by a century, for this happy little diddy. And to Babe, the Sheep Pig who had a very pure heart.
And to those very few days we are given in life when everything is new and golden.

Sunday afternoon is my day of rest

It was Women's Club Rummage three day sale, and the things they have collected and sold is enormous each year as lifelong gatherers begin to let things and clutter go.

Its not quite fair for people to give VCR's to the club as the technology is dead and it just has to be hauled off, but that is their business.

I bought two wooden fighting elephants and a pill bowl, great purchases both, he said, generously.

I am committed to preparing the world for a new reformation, but realize that some things just need to be left alone to die or allowed to survive as a minority report for a while, or, sadly, to become a cancerous growth that hurts the faith of many. The church is always in conversation and reformation and sometimes disputation. Always slow to change and sometimes an obstacle to growth, but still part of the plan.

After sharing my heart, which was not as free as normal, I am letting it all relax in my comfortable chair. I have been using my fitness pal software for a week to track calories and help me learn to eat for health and not hunger. It's working.

Gravity

Near Wiamea, northern Hawaii, atop a long dead volcanic peak turned fertile grassland.

I have been a Sandra Bullock fan since day one, the innocence, humor, self deprecation, cuteness thing. I already heard it was not really plotted but a survival amid real trouble film, and it worked for me, space is a very unforgiving environment, and all the things she did to get home were impressive acrobatically and theoretically. And the earth from space is a great backdrop.

The yearly non event is over

Random shot of a roadside monument to a teenager whose life ended on a lonely stretch of road in Hawaii. Rest in peace, Tony.

Halloween, as I have not observed it or participated in it one way or the other for several decades, is interesting. I admire those folks for whom it is an innocent celebration of costuming and candy.

I admire those folks and used to be one in which you fought the good fight yearly and worked your butt off to create an alternative like reformation day, still with costumes and candy, but not with the scary overtones of a spook celebration, and with reminders of how unsuperstitious we were...well, maybe admire is too strong a word, but we had some good times getting ready and carrying out these parties.

I reaffirm that my spirit does not do well with horror movies at all, can live without them, and have. Adventure and risk movies, yes, but supernatural and scary, no.

I am repulsed by the idea of lost souls or spirits wandering the world or stuck living in some abandoned hospital or child's bedroom, saw Poltergist, and it reaffirmed my belief that I should not be watching those type movies.

I distinctly remember when, as a holiday, it made me really sick and sad. We were living on a cul-de-sac, and tons of older kids who were dropped in the neighborhood because it was new and had lots of stops, were outrunning the cute little kids to grab your loot nd keep running to see how much of a candy stash they could accumulate. I am sure the candy companies loved that, but it made me sad to see the cuteness part be trashed by pimple faced pre teens. My doorbell rang so constantly that I could not leave the living room for three hours. yeech.

That was shortly before I moved to this gated senior community and all the clamor ended, and I almost made it through the evening without a thought, until I realized all the shows put reruns on because they knew the audience was out on the street.

My favorite candy is Reeses Cups, followed by Zero Candy Bars, and I thankfully have no bag of goodies tempting me to get sick today. And American moves on to the desecration of its next Holy Days.