What’s Wrong With This Picture?

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My son put this picture on the screen of the laptop he was setting up for me knowing how much I like upbeat pictures of Jesus.

I thanked him (of course) but didn’t retain it. Though a great picture and well portrayed the premise was off. Though an attempt to portray the more dominant side of Jesus (rather than the frequent milk toast versions) it falls short. At no point even when occupying a human body was the Devil ever on equal enough terms for there to be any power contest. Even during the temptation in the wilderness the Devil had power only to trick and deceive. In the new testament Jesus  just orders the demons around.

So while this is a great picture and I love it, a truer one might be (thank God) that Jesus appears and the Devil makes a run for it!

We start a little earlier here…

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Well we do, maybe it’s because we don’t have Thanksgiving but Christmas (and its accompanying planning and present buying) is in already full swing.

Here are some random pics. of our local Christmas fair. The little town I live in can trace its history back over 1,000 years and is recorded in the Doomsday book (William the Conqueror’s catalog of what he got at Hastings in 1066 – for non UK history students.). Of course the present buildings are no where near that old but they are perfect for a backdrop to a Christmas fair.
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Christmas parade to start the evening.

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Exploring the stalls.

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The most “in theme” thing I saw, an old gentleman with his tiny organ grinder collecting for charity next to the Punch and Judy show (not sure what they were doing there but the kids loved it) ricky christmas fair 038

Lastly choosing one of the many food stalls to grab a snack (now which was it that had the mulled wine? mmm… I smell it!)

One Day.

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Thousands of birds curve and soar in the sky above, like a rush of sound and colour they wheel to and fro interweaving their songs. The sky, a brilliant, deep blue fades into soft purples at the horizon as flocks weave in and out in giant loops of song. Their tiny hearts burst forth from within, with echoes of joy and praise, so heavenly I can only stand and watch.
The birds fly forth celebrating peace on earth at last, lending their praises to the creation bursting forth in splendor below, new buds, new beginnings.
Many come forth to watch their flight. Most not knowing what it means. It is creation’s celebration, the coming of the true millennium – “and the evening and the morning were the first day”.

Excited Bunny!

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For no apparent reason the new book I’ve been trying to write off and on for the past year suddenly kick started itself (born of a single phrase). Now words are running through my fingers faster than I can type! Oh the joy of speed writing!

I’d been over thinking it and whatever I wrote seemed labored, not fresh and flowing, so I just gave it up for a while. Now everything is fitting into place like tributaries running into the flow of the river. I’m an excited and sublimely happy bunny!

(er … might not be keeping up my blog so well for a while, but who knows maybe it’ll spill over. ha!)

The 60’s (Both of Them!)

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The 60’s brought cataclysmic changes into my life. It was the time I ceased to try vainly to adhere to the “norms” to conform to be accepted, and began to live the life of that strange and wonderful person – myself. It spanned from my first grown up movie (the Beatles “hard Day’s Night”) watched with my mum as I was too young to go alone, to my entering into the fabulous new world of fine art and college degrees.
It entailed much smashing of stereotyped barriers (poor girls from council estates didn’t do that stuff) discovering and exploring whole new worlds of endless breathtaking vision formerly concealed from my eyes. It was a time of freedom, adventure, learning, and above all discovering others like myself.

Now all of that is long, long ago. I have entered another kind of “60’s” a time when my “batteries” don’t recharge like they used to, when even in retirement I have to pace myself. Once again the questions come. How do I want to invest the time remaining to me here?
Wild adventures no longer have the same appeal, besides I’ve done that. Yet, though my body has aged (and frequently reminds me of my limitations), my heart and spirit remain the same, looking for new challenges, new creations, wanting to wring the best from each day, to learn, to explore, to interact.
This is a new time of re evaluation, another new beginning.

The 60’s (Both of Them!)
The 60’s brought cataclysmic changes into my life. It was the time I ceased to try vainly to adhere to the “norms” to conform to be accepted, and began to live the life of that strange and wonderful person – myself. It spanned from my first grown up movie (the Beatles “hard Day’s Night”) watched with my mum as I was too young to go alone, to my entering into the fabulous new world of fine art and college degrees.
It entailed much smashing of stereotyped barriers (poor girls from council estates didn’t do that stuff) discovering and exploring whole new worlds of endless breathtaking vision formerly concealed from my eyes. It was a time of freedom, adventure, learning, and above all discovering others like myself.

Now all of that is long, long ago. I have entered another kind of “60’s” a time when my “batteries” don’t recharge like they used to, when even in retirement I have to pace myself. Once again the questions come. How do I want to invest the time remaining to me here?
Wild adventures no longer have the same appeal, besides I’ve done that. Yet, though my body has aged (and frequently reminds me of my limitations), my heart and spirit remain the same, looking for new challenges, new creations, wanting to wring the best from each day, to learn, to explore, to interact.
This is a new time of re evaluation, another new beginning.

Mind battles

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Today I had a battle, but not the normal kind
This battle was with sickness in the corners of my mind.
It blasted with a headache; it ripped me in the gut.
It wondered was I ready to blithely “give it up?”

I knew where this was leading; you give that thing an inch
T’will grasp you round the throat in a wretched wrestler’s clinch.
I buckled on my armour and grasped my heavy sword,
And sent an urgent message to him o’er all is Lord.

To deal with this intruder you must not let him in
Even with his snide reply, “Well sickness gets you thin!”
You cannot give an inch to him, let doubt fly through the door,
For if you’re sick a little bit t’will quickly turn to more.

I summoned up my courage (it is the easy way).
With verse in hand, I hit him back. It always pays to pray.
And now I’m feeling better (though still a mite beset.)
The sickness isn’t mortal. I’ll get him back you bet!