Chivalrous

Guys, we have to take a long, hard look at chivalry. When it’s true and good, it’s great. But a lot of time it’s demeaning. Unfortunately, Christianity has taken on both the good, the bad, and the ugly now and again.

We cannot feed the homeless while secretly believing they are all economic sponges and violent, drug addicts.

We cannot do missionary work in other countries while building walls between us because we believe they will rape or kill us and steal our jobs.

We cannot open doors for women and buy dinner while seeing them only as fuck-buddies, unable to do the same jobs as good as or better than us.

These things are not compatible. We may say we love everyone, but this love is often cheap. It’s more a love of love rather than a love of others. We must respect everyone. That is how we love. That is how we help. That is how we grow.

When we look at each others as equals, we see that there is in fact a lot of need out there, but we are not only empowered to meet that need but also empowered to empower as well.

 

God-blessed

Jesus met Satan in the desert

He had been roaming in the wilderness for some time

Dirt caked His face, sweat smeared His brow

Hunger gnawed at His innards.

Satan showed up with a sandwich

“Give me what I want and I’ll feed you,” said Satan.

Jesus took His six-shooter and shot the sandwich from his hand.

“I’m not much for deli meat either,” said Satan as he brushed off the sandwich and placed it back in his robe.

Satan pointed to a Ferrari about a mile away.

“I’d be happy to take you wherever you wanted to go,” said Satan.

Jesus shot the tires out. Satan scowled.

“I knew I should have paid for renter’s insurance on that thing,” said Satan.

Satan help us his platinum Visa card.

“You know you don’t have to be here. This whole vagrant thing doesn’t suit the Son of God at all. I’d be happy to give you the whole royal treatment. The whole world at your feet,” said Satan.

Jesus unloaded another two shots into the card, one to knock it from the devil’s hand and the other to blow it to smithereens.

“I like who I AM, it’s you I’m not too fond of,” said Jesus.

He fired three more shots and the devil’s feet.

The devil hurried away, passed the car and the card, out into the desert and the wind.

 

The Power of Words

In Acts, we see the Holy Spirit descending upon the disciples in tongues of fire. In Isaiah, we see an angel branding the tongue of the prophet before sending him out.

We who know God, who belong to His family, have His words on our lips. By His power and will, we speak wisdom and prophesy. All insight and encouragement we may give goes forth directly from Him.

As the saying goes, “see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil.” We must guard our hearts and minds, so only good goes out of it.

This of it this way, God spoke and the world was created. John calls Jesus Christ the very Word of God. This same Jesus brings our dead souls back to life, works miracles, and leads the way through life temporal into life eternal.

Today, let us meditate on the power of words and speak what is good.

Bless you, my friends. God is good.

Free Panties

My wife is a genius.

Victoria’s Secret used to send us ads with every now and again, usually with a “Free Panty” coupon attach. Of course, the idea is, if you come in and cash it in, you would end up buying something while you were there, whether out of impulse or guilt.

But my wife will not be fooled. She walks in, gets her swag, and leaves with a pink pouch of victory in tow.

Life will always present you with opportunities. The temptation is always to get greedy with them or shy away from them, but there is a third alternative: the quiet strength that empowers you to walk up, claim your destiny, and gracefully walk away.

The choice is yours. The coupon is ready.

Escape Artists

My cats are wannabe escape artists
They dream of being outside cats,
but they’re not.
That does not stop them from trying though.
Every day when my wife and I get home,
they try to get out.
Sometimes, they double-team us,
figuring with our attention divided
they could finally succeed.
Sometimes they get out as far as the porch
and freeze,
as if utterly awestruck at their own accomplishment.
They have tried this enough times
that finally the day came
where one of them managed to escape detection,
slipping past us into the front yard.
My wife was the first to notice, but not until the following morning.
She walked around the house with a can of tuna,
then outside the house.
Finally the cat appeared, covered in cobwebs while trying to seek shelter
from the elements.

We’re not all that different from out feline friends.
We go against ourselves, telling ourselves we are this or that
when we’re not.
God entertains us for a time,
but eventually the truth hits the fan.
And we wander back a little wiser,
with our own tale of woe to tell.
Still, God is patient and kind and has a can of tuna ready.
We’re His after all.
He always is glad to see us return.

Legendary

In your other life,
you are a warrior princess.
You fight and spar with the younger men,
tell stories and crack jokes with the older men.

Your husband is strong and wealthy and kind
and looks upon you like you were ageless.

You face dragons with your sons
and dance around in fairy crowns with your daughters.

You listen to the wisdom of the widows
and bedeck the young women in flowing dresses.

You eat mutton with your mouth open
and sing sweet songs on the lyre.

Your skin is tough
Your belly full
All you see in the reflection of the waters
is pure beauty

In the morning, you watch the horizon with hope
In the evening, you sprint through the forests,
climbing the tallest tree
just to watch the suns go down.

You dream of flying
and the next morning you sprout wings.

You whisper to the ground and it grows.
All your ways and your days are full of magic.

Imagine now that this other life
is not too far gone,
that it is yours for the taking.
You are full of possibility
and wonder.
Your life is meant to be
a thing of legends.