While in the grocery store parking lot I saw a man, probably in his sixties, back his Lincoln SUV out of his parking place, while at the same time a college-aged male backed his beat up Nissan sedan into it. Both parked, got out, and then greeted one another. Each seemed concerned about the other, and thankfully the only damage were paint marks. You could tell the kid was pretty upset, in that “dad is going to kill me” sort of way. The older man sensed it and simply wrapped up the young man in his arms with a big ole bear hug and immediately the both started to laugh and smile.
I know a pastor who named his son Deacon. I guess that’s like a colonel naming his son Major.
I helped one of WifeGeeding’s coworkers by carrying a large and awkwardly shaped wooden object from her SUV to her classroom. It required me to maneuver some tight corners and I did without any assistance or bumping into anything. I heard her tell another coworker, “He must work out,” and all I could think of was that Dumb and Dumber scene.
The hiccups are still around and I returned to the doctor. This time I was seen by one of the partners. She asked a slew of questions, most related to possible environmental, dietary, or stress or anxiety changes. Once those were weeded out she left room to do some research. The walls are a bit thin so I could hear her consult with the other doctors, and it was interesting hearing them brainstorm and try to problem solve. Nothing disrespectful or unprofessional was said, but there were a few jovial things mentioned since this is a unique case. Personally, I was hoping they’d bring in either 13, Cameron, Cuddy or Dr. Gregory House. Sidenote for fellow ‘House’ fans – few women rocked the pencil skirt better than Cuddy.
She returned and it seemed she wanted me to focus on reducing stress, going as far as providing breathing techniques and recommending stress apps and aromatherapy. But she also gave me an injection to calm nerves and tension and prescribed me some pills normally provided to those with MS to ease spasms.
The doctor called later in the day to check up on me and I answered with hiccups which gave her her answer. Since the “MS” pills didn’t help, she decided to call in another prescription that’s mainly used to help with shingles nerve pain and restless leg syndrome and another mainly used for schizophrenia and bipolar disorders. And with all of that, I don’t think I hold any credibility with anyone anymore (not that I did in the first place).
My diaphragm hurts like, well, let’s just say it hurts a lot.
“While Kirk is very embarrassed about this situation, and has apologized to the two tutors that he offended, he did not intend to gratify anyone by exposing himself,” attorney Rick Davis said. “The fact is that Kirk had a bad case of jock itch.”
Further Passover/bumper sticker thoughts:
I hope no one thinks I’m trying to paint with a really wide brush, but one thing I’m reminded about with this discussion is how many Christians are ardent that they are fully correct with their thoughts and belief as if there’s no wiggle room or a possibility they could be wrong. After all, there are many schools of denominations built on centuries of study which support a different interpretation or approach, but all feed into the river of Christ. That’s not me necessarily supporting the thought “everyone gets into Heaven and it’s all basically the same”, this is me saying despite certain convictions and best intentions, you might be wrong. Take the SBC for example, they formed because they interpreted the Bible as supporting the practice of slavery. But 150 years later they officially realized this was wrong and repented. So, good for them admitted their fault in interpretation, and just be aware if they (and all others) could be wrong on such a major issue, there are possibilities of being incorrect in others.
Not necessarily a standard, but I often feel a Christian’s faith is more sincere when he or she admits they could either be wrong or that they don’t have an answer for something, rather than stand firm and defend. I’d rather hear they say something along the lines like they don’t have the answer to this or that, and in some ways, it doesn’t matter because God has touched their lives in many other ways which make their faith relevant and invaluable in their lives.
“You say you pay for me to do this. Bullcrap. I pay for myself. I paid enough taxes before I got there and continue to through my company to pay my own salary. This is a service. No one here pays me to go.”
“I’m just saying this is a service for me, not a career, and I thank God this is not how I make my living.”