Wonder of Woman

Mom and Dad were watching TV when Mom said, “I’m tired, and it’s getting late. I think I’ll go to bed.”

She went to the kitchen to make sandwiches for the next day’s lunches. Rinsed out the popcorn bowls, took meat out of the freezer for supper the following evening, put spoons and bowls on the table and started the co ffee pot for brewing the next morning.

She then put some wet clothes in the dryer, put a load of clothes into the washer, ironed a shirt and secured a loose button. She picked up the game pieces left on the table, put the phone back on the charger and put the telephone book into the drawer.

She watered the plants, emptied a wastebasket and hung up a towel to dry.

She yawned and stretched and headed for the bedroom. She stopped by the desk and wrote a note to the teacher, counted out some cash for the field trip, and pulled a text book out from hiding under the chair.

She signed a birthday card for a friend, addressed and stamped the envelope and wrote a quick note for the grocery store. She put both near her purse.

Mom then washed her face with 3 in 1 cleanser, put on her Night solution & age fighting moisturizer, brushed and flossed her teeth and filed her nails.

Dad called out, “I thought you were going to bed.”

“I’m on my way,” she said.

She put some water into the dog’s dish and put the cat outside, then made sure the doors were locked and the patio light was on.

She looked in on each of the kids and turned out their bedside lamps and TV’s, hung up a shirt, threw some dirty socks into the hamper, and had a brief conversation with the one up still doing homework.

In her own room, she set the alarm; laid out clothing for the next day, straightened up the shoe rack. She added three things to her 6 most important things to do list. She said her prayers, and visualized the accomplishment of her goals.

About that time, Dad turned off the TV and announced to no one in particular. “I’m going to bed.”

And he did … without another thought.

Edited from a FWD from Ron Ford.

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RE: Formers

Former chaser, Dawn writes of former Anglican Al and a “reforming mystery.”

By the bye, more forming.

Former Lutheran pastor chronicles THE journey — hat tip to former Prot BP.

“If the world has not come to its end, it has approached a major turn in history, equal in importance to the turn from the Middle Ages to the Renaissance. It will exact from us a spiritual upsurge, we shall have to rise to a new height of vision, to a new level of life where our physical nature will not be cursed as in the Middle Ages, but, even more importantly, our spiritual being will not be trampled upon as in the Modern era. This ascension will be similar to climbing onto the next anthropologic stage. No one on earth has any other way left but — upward.”

Who wrote this?

Former Prot pastor & St George parishioner has the answer.

And, coming full circle on this entry, here’s a former feminist on a former virgin.

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Gee Are Two Kay

(1) Where do you like to get your news about religion?

(2) What do you think is the most important religion story right now that you think the mainstream media just don’t get?

(3) What is the story that you’ll be watching carefully in the next year or two?

(4) Why is it important to understand the role of religion in our world today?

(5) What’s the funniest, most ironic twist that you’ve seen in a religion news story lately?

So whaddya think?

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Handeling Mortality

In the latest issue of TOUCHSTONE, Peter J Leithart reviews a book on imagination which includes the following: “… Pascal says, we seek happiness in illusory diversions, hoping to forget our mortality.”

Hoping to forget our mortality.

The other night, thanks to the good will of Christian friends, my family and I attended a performance of Handel’s Messiah. I totally forgot whatever ailed me. Handel’ll do that to you. But, with all weighty respect to Handel, the credit should actually be lain at the feet of Virtue. It is rare, this side of paradise, for us to seek that “forgetting of mortality” in Virtue. We most certainly seek it in Vice …

Tree, Snake … Round One.

Your day, yesterday, today … To be continued.

As one priest said, “We sin because we die.” Think about it. Isn’t it because we know the eventuality, but don’t know the time, that we rush forward to cram so much into so little. And what does it leave us but full of remorse and empty of charity?

On the other hand, there are times when (planned or otherwise) the “hoping to forget mortality” is wrapped in beauty and appears a sacrifice pleasing to the Good God. That must be what Handel meant when, upon completion of Messiah, he said: “I did see all heaven open before me and the great God Himself.”

My recent experience was enhanced by the performers: 150 male & female high school students, dressed in black formals, looking elegant and mannered. Momentarily, void of hip-hop, saggin pants (and worse), I saw sanity, dare I say hope, return.

It’s one thing to shun beauty. It’s another to be just plain ugly. Our world, home to death and decay, longs for the beauty of Virtue. For whatever vices Handel may have suffered, his masterpiece remains a symbol of beauty, hope and good cheer.

St Paul writes: “Finally, brethren, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is gracious, if there is any excellence, if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things” (Philippians 4:8).

With beauty reflecting Virtue, it is possible to forget our mortality all the while remembering that the Lord God Omnipotent reigneth.

Hallelujah!

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RIP … The Big D.B.

Please join me in remembering a great icon of the entertainment community. The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection and trauma. Complications from repeated pokes in the belly. He was 71.

Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased coffin. Dozens of celebrities turned out to pay their respects, including Mrs. Butterworth, Hungry Jack, The California Raisins, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies, and Captain Crunch.

The grave site was piled high with flours.

Aunt Jemimah delivered the eulogy and lovingly described Doughboy as a man who never knew how much he was kneaded.

Doughboy rose quickly in show business, but his later life was filled with turnovers. He was not considered a very smart cookie, wasting much of his dough on half-baked schemes. Despite being a little flaky at times he still was a crusty old man and was considered a positive roll model for millions.

Doughboy is survived by his wife Play Dough, two children, John Dough and Jane Dough, plus they had one in the oven. He is also survived by his Elderly father, Pop Tart.

The funeral was held at 3:50 for about 20 minutes.

HT: Blog reg, Doug.

I know, I know, this has been around the Net for a while. It’s a groaner … but, if you’ve read this far, I hope you enjoyed it anyway. 🙂

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