Thursday, April 2, 2026
The Great Toilet Paper Shortage
Wednesday, April 1, 2026
Braggart Becomes Inert Dirt
I couldn't help myself from thinking immediately of Donald Trump, when I read Matthew Henry's description above, with regard to vanity and bragging. DJ (Donald John), has a one track mind. All paths lead to him, and how very important he is, how very proud as a peacock he is, of all his accomplishments, his family, his ability to do all things better than anyone else ever has, and ever will. He has erected a golden calf in his mind, and it is shaped in his image, for the purpose of self-adoration, and of course, he wants to be worshipped by all the people that admire him ever so.
How very dreamy a life he leads... lots of money, prestige, and the power to push the button. He says what he wants about himself in all kinds of complimentary ways, in all kinds of company, and regardless of the circumstances, knowing full well that many in his audience, eat-up the vomitrocious chunks of self-promotion he spews. Jesus humbled himself by taking on flesh, condescending to walk amongst mankind, forsaking for a time, his heavenly throne to make right, all that we have done wrongly. DJT will one day soon (life is short, dear reader, and we all must die) be inert dirt - just like all the foolish men that came before him, believing they had super powers, and with dominating and arrogant over-confidence, could get away with being self-serving, instigating hatred, and causing fights so big they are called wars... The Bible is rife with men like DJT, and they all met the same demise - the grave yawned wide open to receive them, taking them where they never thought they would go, pulling them down to a lowly state of nothingness, with no approving applause, no good job, or atta boy. Golden coffins drop six feet deep, and not a living soul, wants to follow a dead man to his eternal demise. Jesus, dear reader, rose from the grave, by the power of God, since he is God, and his Father would not leave him where he lay.
Jesus has the power over life and death, and yet humans believe it is their prerogative to arm wrestle with God, vainly convinced that he will not shatter their bones at the wrist, elbow and shoulder, for taking liberties in their arrogance. Man can force man against their will, this is true. A man with a missile can launch it into a building filled with human adults, children and babies, and the subjected persons, can do nothing to stop the violence from destroying their abode, and snuffing them of life. Anyone and everyone that condones this murderous conduct, fails in the extreme, in understanding, that this life isn't the end of the road of existence... there is a life eternal that follows the one of the flesh, and it is the after life that matters the most.
Tuesday, March 31, 2026
Paying For Honesty
A door to door salesman spoke these words during an exchange with me recently: To be honest. This refrain was repeated perhaps four to five times in the short stint of him pitching a telephone company as a replacement, for my current service provider.
1. Was this young man feeling guilty about selling something he knew was subpar?
2. Was this young man nervous about being perceived as a dishonest sales man, or about perceived as a potentially slimy salesman?
3. Was the young man somehow compromising his integrity, and feared that his dishonoured values, were on display?
4. By using the term, To be honest, was he trying to convince me of something, or himself?
Lately I have been considering the price I have paid for being honest, and just as I turned the idea over in my mind once or twice, it occurred to me that it is the hearer, or receiver of honesty, that must pay a hefty price, because once the truth be told, and once it has been heard, it hangs around, becoming a sometimes unwelcome but constant companion, poking at conscience, niggling self-awareness, prodding the person to fess up, and be honest about intentions and perhaps unspoken, self-deceptions that are hard to face.
Jesus paid the ultimate price for truth told, truth beheld, truth in action as promised, when he was crucified for the sins of the world as an innocent lamb. When I compare my truth telling to myself and to others, and how much it has cost me, I shrink into myself, when I consider Christ's ultimate sacrifice of life itself, for the guilty. It is my initial sin of lying that takes me away from God, and it is my confessing of sin that screams of my deceptions.
Let us expound together on this concept.
A lie considered, a lie rationalized, a lie then spoken that leads to a self-promised reward when action is taken, adds insult to injury in the soul. Tracing backward on the tracks of accountability, you and I can take apart the life of sinful choices we have made based on the lies we have told ourselves and others over the years, throughout the decades... or even just looking back at our yesterday.
There is a price demanded of us that ought not be too expensive, if honesty is highly valued. Telling the truth may seem an exorbitant levy for freedom, but it is an entrance fee to relationship with the King of kings, Lord of lords. Without honesty, without truth telling, without devotion to righteous living, we cannot be in relationship with God the Father, God the Son, God the Holy Ghost - and dear reader, since when is it possible to build a firm and faithful foundation of sincere relationship with others, when undertones are deceptive, and when we are sneaky with our intentions?
To be honest is an oft used term currently, and it belies self-deception for the speaker, and perhaps, a fear of being a liar. If someone speaks truth, they need not try to convince themselves, or others, of this.
Sunday, March 29, 2026
What Was That You Said?
My knowing has been with me for most of my adult years; I am painfully aware of how dairy anything, and everything, clogs up my sinuses, giving me a stuffed-full-with-cotton feeling in my head, itchy ears, and a concomitant dullness in my thinking processes. Sugar does me wrong in a number of ways too, but it isn't nearly as rude to me as delicious iced cream, coffee cream, yogurt, cottage cheese, cheese of any and all varieties... in other words, delicious cow milk products make me unwell in my head.
It starts with a stuffy nose, shortly after consumption. I get congested, and when in company, it becomes obvious to others that something weird, and not wonderful, is happening. Before you think I am looking for sympathy, I tell you, I am not!
Sure, I love me some ice cream, and cheese is such a lovely taste bud satisfying substance, but these things do not like me, and I am well aware. I have tried to befriend dairy, and pretend we can have an amicable relationship, and that a little bit of indulgence won't hurt me, but alas, these lies have lost all of their short legs, and I am left with the harsh reality, that I just can't be cheesy with my choices! Back to looking for sympathy... I have too good a life to feel too great a loss over such a simple thing, that I can easily refrain from ingesting.
Confession time - I do periodically indulge in dairy, like an idiot that chooses poison, chooses headaches, and dullness, when in full strength and health. When I say things like, Pardon, I can't hear you, everyone in my life knows I have done the deed, by committing the crime of self-harm with my food choices, and they in turn suffer the results of my self-induced deafness, when they have to repeat themselves, or cover their ears because my voice is raised when speaking. I am giggling a little at the scenario I describe, having lived it repeatedly. It used to be that people would make curative suggestions in attempts to heal my impairments, but now they just ask, What did you eat?
Sounds so silly, doesn't it, dear reader? You may be rolling your eyes and thinking to yourself, Just don't eat dairy dumb-dumb! And wouldn't you know it, I would agree with you whole-heartedly and say similar things to someone in the same situation, but you and I both know, how very attached, stubborn, and full on stupid we can be, when we want what we want, when and how, we want it.
Human nature is naturally self-indulgent. Self-discipline is a learned ability, and the moral of the story is this: While we walk the earth in these earthen ware God crafted vessels known as bodies, we will not only be tempted, but we will often, and to our detriment, indulge ourselves, when saying No would work better for us in the long run. Sometimes, we behave in an asinine fashion, despite our intelligence!
Today I was talking to a sweet friend and while we were sharing, my left ear allowed in a little extra sound, delighting me. Dear one, we don't know what we are missing until we become more sensitive to what is happening all around us. In my self-indulgence via not-good-for-me food choices, I enfeeble my abilities to be attentive to God, and my fellow man. When I can't hear, I notice less, pick-up fewer cues, and have to retrace steps in an attempt to retrieve what was said the first time around. I focus less on what is immediately in front of me when the dullness incapacitates, and I have often wondered, if this is my way of not wanting to hear, not wanting to be available, not wanting to have to notice - in other words, my way of checking out.
If you and I know what the effects will be on us shortly after we do what we know is harmful, then we must ask ourselves,
Why am I doing this? and;
What am I trying to get out of? if getting out of a situation is the unspoken, underlying intention.
I recall an occasion when my former husband and I had been invited to a birthday party. As the day grew long, I still hadn't started the process of getting ready for the event. I was lounging on the couch, and when he asked me, Aren't you getting ready? I responded, Ya, and started to get up, when my lower back screamed at me with a shooting pain. He witnessed what I am describing to you now, and looking me in the eye, he stated, You don't have to go to the party. Sweet relief to my ears and mind, You don't have to go to the party. As he made his way upstairs, I sat back down on the couch. To my surprise, the pain in my back left as quickly as it had arrived. Here one moment, gone the next: psychosomatic or perfect timing?
Dear reader, there are things you don't have to do, that may feel obligatory. There are people you don't have to see or spend time with, that you may feel need you or want you, but that you are not, beholden to. There are places you could go, conversations you could have, but none of them are must do's or have to's. You don't have to make yourself sick to eliminate foisted upon you impositions that you have a hard time saying no to...
What was that you said? I don't have to?
Friday, March 27, 2026
Godly Sorrow
Remorse, how bittersweet you are to my soul. Blessed repentance, how you lead me to the feet of my Saviour. Mercy, how kind? Can it be that you forgive me, wash away my sin, and remember it against me no more?
We cannot have godly sorrow without God. You know that deep down and dirty feeling you get sometimes dear reader, that you are bad, very bad indeed - that what you think and want to do, are precisely what you ought not do, but you do it anyway. And anyway, you do it again, and again, and again, and...
Sin is cement to the soul. Imagine driving about town, getting your business and errands done, and while in rush hour traffic, you slow down to stop at a red light. Of a sudden, you hear a crashing sound. The cement truck next to your car has been slammed into by a transport truck, and the cracked barrel holding the churned cement, gives vent to the substance, and it dumps, heaping on top of your car. Your windows are open, the cement pours in, and it happens so quickly, and fills the car so rapidly, that you haven't got time to escape the heavy mixture, and free yourself from the deadly mess. Sin, as I said above, is cement to the soul.
The more a person sins, the heavier the weight they carry with them, and the harder it is to escape its deadly cumbersomeness. Cement like, a person gets hardened to their own wickedness, moving further and further away from God's will, God's way, and God's commands. Sin repeated, solidifies the heart, encasing it to the point of impenetrability. Sorrow, godly sorrow, for disobedience to God's will, can and does, break the heart of stone:
Tuesday, March 24, 2026
Forms Of Deception
What if loopy loops are informative?
I will list forms of deception, and you can check off each one you recognize in yourself, and in those that you interact with regularly. We get to study a bit of human nature together, this day, dear reader. Isn't this exciting?
Let's foray into the art of human deceptiveness:




