Today is the second of three Friday the 13th’s this year.
In January, I posted 13 trivial facts about the date.
While I haven’t added anything new, here’s the link in case you wanted a refresher: Friday the 13th, Part I.
Happy reading!
And Frankly, My Dear… that’s all she wrote!
Today’s prompt from BlogHer.com is “Which poet do you wish was also a blogger?”
I’d have to say… I’m not sure. Because I don’t read tons of poetry, so I’m not well-versed (pardon the pun) with poetic artists.
But I keep thinking of one. A man who’s writing style is so glorious, so creative, so inclusive and amazing that if he were a daily blogger, I’m pretty sure I’d be speaking in rhyme far more often than I do.
I am, of course, talking about non other than Theodor Geisel; better known as Dr. Seuss.
Can you imagine the possibilities that man could offer on topics like cooking in a plastic bag, or the political climate under the ant hill, or even nine ways to wink at a cat? It’s endless, I tell you! Positively endless!
If it were up to you, what topics would you like Dr. Seuss to blog about? If not Dr. Seuss, then who?
And Franky, My Dear… that’s all she wrote!
I recently joined a Bible Study that meets on Tuesday mornings. We’re currently studying the notable women of the Bible, and it’s been fantastic.
Each woman has her strengths, her weaknesses, her faith, her lessons learned and her lessons to share.
But what I love best about this study is that it not only recounts history, but it also applies to today’s women. We each have our own strengths, weaknesses, faith, and mentors.
Today we talked about Elizabeth, and how her barrenness was a sign of “sin” in her culture. That a couple without children were “obviously” doing something wrong. This led to a great conversation about how society labels people without compassion; and how standards of living can be based on less-than-understanding ideals.
It got me thinking… even in “the old days”, society still had its popular kids, its nerds, its workers, and its takers. The gossipers and the ones they gossiped about. The instigators and the troublemakers; the abused and the victims.
The more things change, the more things stay the same.
Lately I’ve been thinking about that a lot: how I used to “romanticize” the Bible stories… oh, things were so much more simple in those days. Were they?! Really?!
No home for 40 years. Wandering in the wilderness. Eating the same food every single day. Sleeping on rocks and hard earth. People killing people just because they didn’t like their religion. No tolerance. No understandings. Persecutions. Famines. Floods. Fires. Sickness.
The more things change, the more things stay the same.
But also rooted in the beginnings of time are the beautiful things: Life. Earth. Nature. Love. Human kindness. The fruits of the Spirit. Forgiveness.
Especially forgiveness.
Especially life.
And I’m so thankful that
The more things change, the more things stay the same.
Because without forgiveness, without love, I may as well be without life.
And Frankly, My Dear… that’s all she wrote!
NOLA, by Molly Jo Realy
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