I am encouraged that lots of small, confusing, not necessarily discouraging things-- like never finding anything entertaining on the internet as some people do-- are just encouraging things in disguise. God has made me to live in the sun. In fact, He has made all of us to live in the sun. In fact also, my student eye doctor told me I should move to Australia. (or marry a wickedly rich man, or win the lotto, or drive an 18-wheeler. he was full of good ideas.)
I am amused that today I have eaten two things that are very bad for me but masquerading around as good for me. Those two things make me feel better as long as I only ponder them for periods less than 20 seconds, for their faults are greater than their claims to greatness:
1. fat free butterscotch pudding, which is loaded with extra sugar and preservatives
2. "Light" cranberry juice, which is right net to me left arm as I write this, which is also very likely crammed with tons of carcinogenic ingredients to replaced the perfectly-healthy-if-eaten-in-moderation-sugar.
If my life were a plant it would be like today when a C.S. Lewis book sprouted out of my mailbox. That's all I'll say about that because if I go on the magic will die. But other things would sprout too. Like more tulips and sunflowers, enough money to give every family in Africa a garden of their own, a cure for cancer, brownies with no calories and no preservatives, a bridge to wherever Rachel is, and a circa 1950's Impala. (I'd use it sparingly for driving into the sunset)
Onward toward more ramblings about a great day. I was not the cause of Christians facing possible persecution in India because I released too much information on the ever-so-accessible-to-Hindus-internet. Some other guy was- I dedicate my tears and my desire to throw up to that man. I eventually felt better and ate my peas for lunch.
Speaking of peas, while the world hunger crisis grows worse, I feel kind of bad eating. As if eating were some vain denial, some ignorant bliss that there are no hungry people in the world. But not eating is destroying the blessing that God has given me and its not helping the problem. That is the problem with me sometimes, and maybe a lot of other people. We think that deprivation for the sake of another's pain will help. It does nothing. Perhaps I might better understand the feeling of hunger if I decided to deprive myself of adequate nutrition for as long as I could hack it. However, at the end of the day, they're still hungry and, really, I can eat whenever I please. No one is better for that. Nothing proactive has been done. I'm sure that if a hungry person found out I was not eating even when I have access to food, they would think I was an idiot. Maybe I'm wrong.
If you read this, maybe you want to buy some dirt cookies. In Haiti, desperate people eat these.....just one way to be proactive and empathetic.
http://www.brighthope.org/group_resources/dirtcookies.php
...and still....I must say it's a great day to be alive.
...and still....I must say it's a great day to be alive.
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