DO YOU HAVE A PAST?

 Of course you do.  I do too.  We all do.  We all have a past and we also all have a past...(wink, wink).

These days we're being exposed to a lot of facts that provide the definition of what we expect from the present and the future of the people who are being considered for employment in the new government of the United States.  Sadly, I think, there seems to be so much stock placed in the distant past of the candidates and so little hope in their ability to rise to the challenge of what the future calls them to be.
I have highlighted a simple, innocent graphic at the beginning, but my reflections about the present reality in our country call me to deeper considerations.  We are at a level of discernment that is far deeper than the physical development from caterpillar to butterfly.  We are in an environment where the guiding axiom is "The past is prologue."  History is history; actions call forth similar actions and thus habits are formed and life does not change.  No room is made for introspective self reconciliation which calls forth that conversion from mechanical repetition born of habit to considered, prudential behavior born of the comfort that conscientious dedication to the common good brings about.  This comes from intense listening to the voice of the Spirit.

Belle, the saint behind the Voice from the Kitchen an I are preparing to lead 40 people to Bethlehem and other holy places in ten short days from now.  We will be exposed to many different ideas and behaviors during the 11 days of prayerful experiences that such an adventure calls forth.  We will present the possibility of this conversion to those entrusted to us by God in the Land that He chose for His people.  It is our sincere prayer that not just our 40 people will find the ways of God more appealing to them, but that the key movers of the turnover in our United States government will allow themselves to be changed by them as well.  
We pray that all will heed this simple saying, 
"Those who do not reconcile themselves with their past are condemned to repeating it, to their detriment and to that of those whom they think they are serving."

WHODUNNIT? CAT OR HAWK?

I have been wondering whether to put these thoughts on my blog entitled No Crying at My Funeral or just restart my 365 Thoughts with pure white feathers all over the front of the house. 
I got up, showered and looked out the window to check on the weather.  What I saw on the ground was a bunch of white shards of something.  I know that I didn't have a white light globe anywhere, so I wondered what all those white pieces could be.  Once I had covered my wrinkled self to shield the world from the obscenity of my prune-like ugliness, I went out for a  closer look.  What I saw was a fairly rare display of the leavings of what had to be a clash of interest between the recipient of gentle nibbling kisses from the sweet lady who forgot to close the gate on the cage and a raving, hungry cat, or some other craven carnivore.  Actually, some of the parts were still in pretty good shape.  The wings were still practically intact.  So much so that some other crippled bird could use them.  Except maybe, a hummingbird.  The tail was nowhere in sight.  Breast and down feathers were decorating the gleaming dewy area with their still pristine white sheen.  The tail feathers were bent and damaged and strewn around in an repugnant display of the effects of effective violence.  Imagine, all the poor cockatoo was able to muster was a sad, "Kiss my ass" defense.  Is it significant that the head is nowhere to be found?

I know that some of you are awaiting a moral to this story.  There is one, of course.  In fact, there might even be several.  Some may come from the Bible, some may come from another source.  Some may be moving for me and some for you.  If you're young, (most of you are) you may not be moved at all.  If you're old, maybe you're not moved, just reassured that the warning to "be prepared" is not just for the Boy Scouts.  Wherever you fall on the scale of this true story and the moral of it, remember: Lock the cage; Lock your house; Lock your car.

OXYMORON ? or just MORON ?

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                We don't know where your X has gone,

                 neither do we know Y.

Philosopher at a cafe:

                 A cup of coffee please, with no cream.

Waitress:

                 We are out of cream.  How about with no milk?

Leslie Stahl to Donald Trump:  "Are you going to get a special prosecutor to go against Hillary?"
Donald replied, "Well, I don't want to hurt them."

There are some things in life that make the space between your ears clang in vicious dissonance.  Like swearing to high heaven that our veterans are precious and should be provided with the best of care.
In the next breath comes the declaration that those who got caught don't deserve respect.
Hmmm, what about those who have survived captivity?  Maybe they should just be left to rot?

Or maybe, they are the best...like ruined cream (Yogurt?) is really good!
Where would we be without soured wine (Vinegar?)

Think about it a little bit.  Don't be a MORON - Have fun, be an OXYMORON!