AMAZING GRACE

Saturday morning has arrived. I certainly hope she has on a jacket, for it is rather cool out there. I sit here at the computer sipping my tea and bask in the warmth penetrating from the stove. I love this old stove much more than I like forced air heat or central heat. You cannot back up to a vent in the floor and get the same effect. I feel like the stove and I have something in common. Out of date but still carrying on.

I haven't written on here since Monday. Well I wrote, one I thought was kind of cute but the computer ate it up and left nothing but a memory of the Blog. I remembered some of the silly words but have decided I would for the time being let them rest in peace. I think there is more than one of these Blogs that I have published here that the computer should have eaten.

This has been a rough week. Someone I care about is going through a bad time. No matter how we tell ourselves not to worry we do. As I have grown older I find the the problems of the ones I love seem to hit me harder than than they do them. I eat and sleep the problem, pray, weep. The Angels in Heaven have gathered shaking their heads. "Its her again, we just went through this a month or two ago." Yes I am afraid its me again Lord, standing in the need of prayer.

I have no patience with people who wrap themselves in sanctimonious righteous, dealing out verdicts and altering people's life at the drop of a hat. It brings to mind King David who sinned but become a great man of God. He wrote the beautiful Psalms and danced with joy in his love for God. I think its good that King David did not go to "OCC Christian College." There is a chance we would not have the beautiful Psalms that I love so. It was from Davids pain, mistakes and human frailties that the Psalms came into existence. Shame on people that deal with problems with a rule book and not their hearts.


Now you see why I haven't written all week. I knew what would happen once my fingers touched the computer keys. I suppose I should be asking God for forgiveness for my criticizing attitude. But I'm pouting right now, consumed with anger. I hate it when I do that, let myself be consumed with anger because its such a fruitless act. Nothing good comes of it. Nothing.

So I have spilled my retorts out into the vastness of cyberspace. Hmmm, I wonder if by a chance I could be a tad self-righteous myself? Oh surely not. I turn to leave Blogland. I am kicking a can as I walk. I need to kick something. I am singing as song to myself as I walk. "Amazing Grace." I wonder if the administration at "OCC" knows the words to that song. I'd be glad to sing it to them. But for now, I'm outta here.