A 5-Minute Friday post
I scooped up the spilled dirt and patted it back around the bruised plants that had fallen victim to a furry vandal's frenzied search for treasure.
"Obnoxious little varmints. This is why we can't have nice things. All this mess and destruction for a few errant bird seeds that you just can't live without," I muttered under my breath to the absent bandits, those masked critters with ringed tails that come out at night and wreak havoc in our neighborhood.
A 5-Minute Friday post
I walked into the kitchen and found a sink full of dishes. It wasn’t how I planned to start my day.
I woke up this morning and checked my investment portfolio. It's something I do as often as I can to gain insight about my holdings.
The indicative inspires and motivates the imperative, says the theologian. “Be [the imperative] who you are [the indicative].”
A syllogism is a logic construct stating two propositions and drawing a conclusion from terms shared by both. “All dogs are canine. Fido is a dog. Therefore Fido is a canine.”
Opportunities come and go in our lives. Most poignantly, they happen in small slices of time. A moment’s hesitation and a job prospect is gone. One second more and that car would have sideswiped you. The phone sounds its last ring and you grab it in time to hear the apology you've been praying for. You crest the hill at exactly the same moment the sunset sky reaches its most glorious and spectacular release of color and light.
I heard the tune over the noise of the crowds. It was thin, clearly coming from the speaker of a cheap car radio. But it didn’t fit, because what radio station on earth would play such an old song?
The words filtered through years of memories and suddenly I found them on my lips.
How fitting that Tax Day falls between Good Friday and Easter.
The day our accounts are investigated and the burden of our debt is weighed makes many of us worry about paying off what we owe while others grumble about the authority that demands payment. That day when “each of us will give an account of himself to God.” (Romans 14:12)
We are a culture that has to have it all: all the intensity, all the feels, all the best.
We vote small town folk into superstar status. Everyone gets to be a hero -- just check YouTube for the most recent. We vie for rankings that supersede normal reckoning -- remember how a 4.0 used to be the best GPA possible? And let’s not forget the Big Mac is now considered average.
A few days ago I was lunching with a friend, a fellow director of student plays, and we were discussing her most recent production, a musical version of The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe.
Have you ever seen Zorb Soccer being played? It’s a crazy game where the participants are actually encased in huge bubble suits -- the game is often referred to as Bubble Soccer. You can’t even call them suits because they’re just these massive, clear, plastic, blown-up balls with a pocket in the center just the right size for a human to crawl into, leaving their lower body exposed and their legs able to move.
I'll give you a minute to watch the clip below.
Laura England Miller