Photograph by Olivia Newton John
Subject: Brother Larry Hogan OFM
THE NEXT THING
When the Weak experience Strength
And Joy replaces Tears of Grief
When the Desperate, Hope
And LOVE dissolves Fear
When indecision appears
Those who trust, Do
Those who Don’t,
(I’m sure you will)
And when you’ve sated
Your need for swill,
Are you the only act in town?
Has it abated?
Your grand design
How do you rate it?
Don’t stop now.
You’re obviously on a roll*.
By Lee Broom aka Popeye (A recent nickname) inspired once again by his Burger Lovin’ Buddy, Wimpy (who in a moment of confusion, thought that aka Popeye had been created in His own image.)
*The roll was Wimpy’s favorite food. Actually, a hamburger bun, this roll became the iconic metaphor for chubby cheeked Burger “Kings” everywhere, a foil to Popeye’s vegan preferences symbolized by the greenest grub on Planet Earth, spinach, which came only in cans and turned otherwise wimpy fellows and even a Mouse I am told, into Mighty Men and one Rambunctious Rodent.
When you pray, whaddaya pray for?
Me? I’m an atheist.
Cool. So whaddaya pray for?
I told you; I’m an atheist.
Okay by me. So, whadaya pray for?
I give up. What do YOU pray for?
I ask for help in locating stuff that I’ve mislaid.
Really? Like what, for instance?
My cell phone for one thing. I lose it frequently.
Yeah? What else?
I lose my glasses a lot.
Umhmm; I pray for mislaid qualities like courage, honesty, acceptance; that sorta thing.
You do, huh? Who do you pray to? What do you call this God of yours?
Suit yourself. I’m still an atheist.
Why? Because there is no evidence of A God anywhere.
Would you like me to pray for some evidence for you?
Do what you like.
I just did.
You just now prayed for evidence for me? What did this God of yours say.
He asked me to invite you to call anytime. He said He’s not going anywhere.
Love is outbound with no expectation of return
Love is circular and is always shared.
Love is the key to the Memory of All.
Love is Fulfillment.
Love is Creation.
Love is Art.
And Art is all there is.
So there you have it…
Love is knowing that there is Nothing left to Know
During the last couple of physically aggravating weeks I was encouraged and empowered by following these basic bits of advice.
1; Question everything or live the life of The Lemming. Mother.
2: Look it up in World Book. Father.
3: Do what you’re supposed to do when you’re supposed to do it (and don’t do what you’re not supposed to). Jim.
4: Trust God and do the Next Thing. Meister Eckhart.
5: Be courageous and ask. Morris.
6: Nobody warned me. The Lemming.
How many millions are in a trillion?
How many leaves in a forest?
How many souls exist in forever?
How many came before us?
Where is it written?’Where are the answers?
Where is the heavenly Chorus?
When did the Big Bang Beget the beginning?
Is the answer there before us?
What if I told you I knew all along?
What if you held a Thesaurus?
A new interrogative might have an answer
Or perhaps it would simply bore us.
By Lee Broom
If two strange men in a strange, unpopulated land encountered each other after years of wandering afoot, each with the memory of having survived a war which apparently had killed everyone else, would these two wanderers prepare to fight, shake hands, embrace…?
What would they do?
Suppose they each thought their way through all the possibilities and each decided, independently of the other to explore avenues of communication; they exchange names, and then what? Would they begin with their own language, then explore their way through whatever other linguistic possibilities occur to them?
Two weeks ahead now; these two have developed a language of a hundred words. They hunt. They share knowledge of plants and reap, clean and eat what they dare eat, they capture, cook and eat whatever they are able and they talk. And their language grows. Do they argue? Do they compete in any way? Or do they place as a higher priority, the accumulation of knowledge? Will opinions and biases of group knowledge from previous lives motivate them?
Assume the obvious that they are aware of sexual needs and being the heroes that they are, decide that the highest priority is to find women and begin to repopulate, what then; do they remain where they are and wait for new arrivals? Do they break camp and begin wandering once again? What direction? Certainly they need not back track. Or perhaps they should. They both came from densely populated areas. Perhaps there are other survivors who were slower to emerge from the rubble.
These questions and the activities which inspired them were the events of the dream which compelled me to greet the world.
Enjoy your day.
Atheists are the world’s least logical thinkers: “That car approaching has no turn signal; therefore he will not be turning.” (CRASH)
Baptists are next: “That car approaching has no turn signal: Heaven help me. (Whatever happens is God’s will).”
Agnostics are the best but leave room for improvement: “That car approaching has no turn signal: let’s wait to see what he does. Now, what happened to that car that was coming from the le…….”
You have a long journey ahead of you, said the old-timer.
Yeah? How long will it take?
Oh, it depends.
Depends on what?
On how big a hurry you’re in, I suppose.
Where am I going. What should I look for?
Well, here’s the thing, said the old-timer; In the future, one second is as far from your grasp as a trillion light years. if you are focused even one second into the future, you will never know anything. Truth will be defined by measuring probablilities.
What’s a light year?
You got me.