Come Along with me to the confessional…
It’s not only Tuesday again but it is almost the end of August ~ uh, what’s up with that?
I confess that I’ve absolutely no idea where August has gone. Seriously! It feels like it has been dwarfed by February… There just seems to be no accounting for the days. Has someone taken them while I was not looking? And I know summer is fleeting because I come home in the evening and these little kids in helmets and John Wayne shoulders are practicing football on the baseball diamond across the street. That is just not right! I confess that I find such encroachment unacceptable. I’m sure that there is some sort of Capricorn justice in my logic.
I confess that a blog which I read often and have found to be creatively stimulating had dropped off the radar and it saddens me.
It seems there are a lot of people who are operating with something less then a full deck mucking about in this country these days. I’m sure the
doesn’t hold any exclusive lock on such people. And to be sure, not all of them are Christians, but there seem to be a disproportionate amount of them that call themselves Christian fundamentalists. Now, I’m not an atheists but it seems to me that the United States pastor who has called for the creation of a National Registry of atheists could do better pasturing his flock then stirring up hate for absolutely no justifiable reason then his own lack of good judgment. Perhaps doing so would prove to be too challenging to him. I confess the more I read thing like this, the more I am convinced such people have no concept whatsoever as to what Christianity is. Florida
I confess that I have fleeting thoughts about self-publishing a manuscript. I confess fleeting is a word that has been hanging around me lately. I confess that I worry that one day all my thoughts will be fleeting.