Seeing the cross country skiers drop to the snow after crossing the finish line and gasp in breaths of fresh air makes you wonder why someone like Vladimir Putin can’t put that kind of effort into running a state the size of Russia.  What was wrong with his upbringing?

I know, the Russian ethos was still fixed on the greed of the Bolsheviks, who abandoned God for the aggrandizement of self.  There sits Putin, his own little god.

It is easy for me to criticize, for I have suffered anonymously.  No microphones for me.  But I have accomplished in the stillness of the night.  Nobody saw.

Seeing the cross country skiers drop to the snow after crossing the finish line and gasp in breaths of fresh air makes you wonder why someone like Vladimir Putin can’t put that kind of effort into running a state the size of Russia.  What was wrong with his upbringing?

I know, the Russian ethos was still fixed on the greed of the Bolsheviks, who abandoned God for the aggrandizement of self.  There sits Putin, his own little god.

It is easy for me to criticize, for I have suffered anonymously.  No microphones for me.  But I have accomplished in the stillness of the night.  Nobody saw.

I have recently been emailed by a website that keeps track of such things, that there is a story about me that’s detrimental.  Now I’m happy to be among the great.  They said bad things about the greatest man among them all, Jesus Christ, and so the slanderers are putting me in good company.

Some of the prophets fell in that group too, and Jeremiah comes to mind.  A jeremiad is the listing of bad things that befall a man, and bad stories are one of them.

Innocent deeds can be made to look bad, and with me, that choice is wide.  I can’t wait to make heaven, where that’s all settled.

Something About Sunday

There’s something about Sunday that appeals to me…I just like relaxing and not having any obligations other than the ones necessary for my survival.  Even some of the colleges provide sport to watch,  so I don’t have to watch the professionals.  I usually watch collegiate sport on Saturday.

But the main thing is communication with my Creator.  I owe something to the being who presented me with life, with my friends, with my world.  These things didn’t happen without a cause, so I worship the Ultimate Cause.  And I worship his Son, whose life story is too plausible to deny.

Who would eliminate the peace of a sunny Sunday afternoon, regardless of where it is?  The Lord provides for his favorites, regardless of where they are.

I still put out the garbage, but I carry a cane to keep my balance.  I can’t be as cavalier as I once was, putting the garbage of the older ladies in the bin.  Now they offer to put mine in the bin for me.  Life changes.

As when Pope Francis urged Joe Biden to stay faithful to receiving communion.  The old guy really needs a wake up call to stay faithful in things such as the Church stand on abortion and no doubt his personal life too, but he’s beyond that.  If he makes it to heaven it’s not on Joe Biden’s call, it’s the mercy of God.