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Sometimes, that’s me. You should hear the ridiculous things I say to myself in my head. ‘Vicky, you’re really a polite, reasonable kind of person,’ I think- ha ha ha.

My dear friends, oh the patient ones. Get to know me for any length of time and you’ll hear it when I rant. I have to hold back myself, truly, all the time.

Way too many words. I’m telling you that if you’re smart, you’ll support this writing thing I’ve got going on. Just like when you take toddlers to the park and run them around hoping to ‘tire them out’, so you should actively encourage me to write. It might make me less, slightly less, obnoxious when I attend a lovely gathering of old girlfriends hoping to share tasty treats and pleasant conversation with each other.

Unless I took a nap on the way home from the park, however. Then I’ll be up and ranting, I mean, running til midnight.

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Today’s Snippet; from my current Work in Progress- Time Mechanic

(Ha ha, when I typed ‘coat’ into the collection to find a good picture, this one came up, under the title ‘dapper man with coat’. Seemed to fit somehow!)

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“I see what it means then,” Jeremy smiled. “Your appointment to our group, I mean. Every team like ours has had one in the past. You’re our thief.”

“I’m not anyone’s thief but my own, and if I join you I want that to be clear,” she stated.

“And are you joining us?” Jeremy took a deep breath and placed his hands on his hips. He felt authority settle on him like a mantle, and it wasn’t because of his magnificent coat. “If you stay by my side, you follow my orders,” he added. “Not because I want to rule you but because it’s up to me to get the job done, before any of you. So choose. Will you refuse or will you journey with us?”

All of a sudden, like she’d done when he’d first encountered her on the path, her bravado melted away. She bit her lip and glanced at Ffip before shaking her head with a sigh.

“I guess I’ll go with you,” she conceded after a long moment, curtsying a bit with reluctance. “I’ve got nothing keeping me here anyway. But if you turn out to be worthless fellows,” here she glared at Mars, “I’ll steal your purse and that coat off your back when I leave you,” she said to Jeremy, stepping into the room. Jeremy shut the door after her and rubbed his hands together. Inside he knew that no one else would be coming tonight. The team was complete.

Today’s Sermon- Apologetics

Micah 6:6-8~

With what shall I come before the Lord
    and bow down before the exalted God?
Shall I come before him with burnt offerings,
    with calves a year old?
Will the Lord be pleased with thousands of rams,
    with ten thousand rivers of olive oil?
Shall I offer my firstborn for my transgression,
    the fruit of my body for the sin of my soul?
He has shown you, O mortal, what is good.
    And what does the Lord require of you?
To act justly and to love mercy
    and to walk humbly with your God.

Samaritan

Christians are accused of belonging to a high and mighty club, where they decide who’s good enough to pass the gates. But in reality, the only password is the word ‘sinner’ and we all share it. Our goal, to be free of it once and for all; to throw away the rule book and be loved by a God who ‘keeps no record of wrongs.’

But it seems to me that another club is the sneering elite of the skeptics, and that those who seek to cling to their faith are the ones left out in the cold, blamed for the world’s ills, ridiculed for believing in the good parts of their antiquated faith.

For both sides love is demanded. For Christianity love is commanded. Of course tolerance, say both. The one says there are no sinners but those who say the word ‘sinners.’ The other says equality comes from the baseline of common humanity. We all fall short, not just in our sex lives but in many other ways. And we all, whether or not we choose to accept it, judge others by our own rule book.

Jesus said, first commandment, Love God. And the second is like it; Love Your Neighbor. Ah, said those standing by him, but who is your neighbor? And so Jesus told the story of the Good Samaritan.

A man lie bloody and squishy looking beside the highway. First to walk by, the religious scion of society; a priest. ‘Eww,’ he said, and passed by on the other side of the road. Second to walk by, religious scion number two, a Levite. He passed by as well. And third to come along, the Samaritan, who, even more than base Gentiles was snubbed by the Jews of the time. And what did the Samaritan do? He cared. He stopped and showed compassion, he was gentle and tended to the man’s wounds. He carried him to a safe haven and paid for all of his care.

In short, who passed the test of love?
Kindness;
Compassion;
Mercy;
Love;
Generosity.

But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, forbearance, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control. Against such things there is no law. Galations 5: 22, 23

This is the real rule book of Christianity.

The Patience of Husbands

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Oh yes the man had to wait for me;

Sit through hours of hyperbole;

til I passed from teen to twenty;

And then to twenty-five.

My fingers always fumbling;

long legs always bumbling;

Laughing, fretting, gesturing;

Til we could see eye-to-eye.

How could I not love a man like that;

Who picks up debris that I knock flat;

waiting thru a thousand times, ‘I’ll get to that’;

until I listen instead of speak.

(But let’s be honest here: he’s still waiting for that.)

Today’s Snippet- Telepathic Gnomes

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From my favorite of all the novels I’ve written. Sagistic– or if you prefer, the novel formerly known as The Professor Finds a Way.

‘Talfryn woke up just after lunch. He was on a soft pile of folded cloaks and blankets. Finklebrecht was sitting beside him. Talfryn shook his head.

“You,” he sent.

“Yes, Gnome. It’s me.”

Talfryn smiled.

“The tables have turned,” he sent.

“How are you feeling, Talfryn?”

“Never mind about that. How are my gnomes?”

“You’re the last to wake up. Don’t worry. All of you should be fine.”

“You’re talking to me with your eyes open, Finch.”

“I’ve been practicing.”

“What happened to us, Human? What was wrong with that moat?”

“It was poisoned. Ragweed.”

“Ragweed? What’s that?”

“A spindly herb that grows in Myanpia. Surely you’ve heard the kidnappers used it to keep Seskanu and Vanhi prisoner. It’s a known poison to your kind.”

Talfryn settled back into his bed. For a long moment he stared at his visitor, with a crinkle in between his eyebrows. He frowned.

“What?” asked Finklebrecht. “Why are you looking at me like that? Have I done something wrong?”

He rubbed his hand over his face, to see if there was something on it.

“You saved all our lives, Finch. You hauled all five of us out of the water and carried us… Thinking of it makes me feel strange.”

Finklebrecht tilted his head, and then he grinned.

“It is strange, isn’t it?” he asked. “My muscles, I mean. Come on and admit it. My manly strength is awe-inspiring.”

There was a long pause, in which the gnome’s quizzical eyes focused on him. Finklebrecht raised one long skinny arm, bent at the elbow. He pushed up his sleeve and flexed his arm muscle a few times in self-admiration. He heard something from Talfryn that distracted him, and he turned to see it for himself. The gnome had a hand over his mouth, and he was laughing.

“Just go away, Human,” he sent at last. “Send Vanhi to me so I can get some straight answers. There aren’t any nearby gnomes in my mind.”

“Yes, sir,” said Finklebrecht out loud in a cheerful tone. He got up and stretched and then he headed for the rest of the campers.