Moves On
The human experience of life moves on from point to point. Obedient, we have been fruitful and multiplied, and are back to where we started, what? six decades ago, just the two of us here in our Garden of Eden.
There's no room here. Given me by TJCC Spinks years ago, the Bible by Mark Twain is in my office at the church, but bits float around in the mind. As in the first part of Job, there's a gathering in heaven, God and his main angels around the conference table. Briefing those who have been summoned, God expresses frustration with the humans he has made. Satan asks, “What are they for, excellency?” and God says it's an experiment. Satan advises, “I'd drown 'ne whole lot of 'em and start over.”
Perhaps following that advice, it happened once in our story with God. But life goes on, doesn't it. Not necessarily “forever.” We might hope God watched Star Trek and Star Wars and, seeing what we have in mind, redirects one of his meteors before it's too late. We can't even get along peacefully here, God forbid we should break loose into outer space. God won't, though, won't forbid, won't redirect, so in Time we will be out there rubbishing the MilkyWay Galaxy at warp speed and scheming how to capture the rest of the Virgo Supercluster.
Joe left a couple hours ago and, knowing how life moves on and never returns to the same two roads in the yellow wood, Bubba is sad again.
W
There's no room here. Given me by TJCC Spinks years ago, the Bible by Mark Twain is in my office at the church, but bits float around in the mind. As in the first part of Job, there's a gathering in heaven, God and his main angels around the conference table. Briefing those who have been summoned, God expresses frustration with the humans he has made. Satan asks, “What are they for, excellency?” and God says it's an experiment. Satan advises, “I'd drown 'ne whole lot of 'em and start over.”
Perhaps following that advice, it happened once in our story with God. But life goes on, doesn't it. Not necessarily “forever.” We might hope God watched Star Trek and Star Wars and, seeing what we have in mind, redirects one of his meteors before it's too late. We can't even get along peacefully here, God forbid we should break loose into outer space. God won't, though, won't forbid, won't redirect, so in Time we will be out there rubbishing the MilkyWay Galaxy at warp speed and scheming how to capture the rest of the Virgo Supercluster.
Joe left a couple hours ago and, knowing how life moves on and never returns to the same two roads in the yellow wood, Bubba is sad again.
W