Wednesday, July 12, 2017

WodensDay



Breakfast outside on 7H porch, sandwich of cross-sliced last chicken breast from Tuesday dinner on extra thin ww bread, last ounce of coffee poured into glass of water for #%&%%#& morning pills plus furoforty. 80°F 82% after heavy rain swept through an hour or so ago and is still pouring on the row of gulf front high-rises across the Bay and lining Thomas Drive. For all my grousing, I’m loving A Beautiful Day.


And there goes the USNavy, out for a day’s victory at sea in a gray craft so sunshine bleached that at first glance I thought it was white.


Thunder, I hear new thunder, now streaks of lightning from a cloud beyond Shell Island and into the Gulf of Mexico. Clear atmosphere at this point as thunder gets more insistent notwithstanding the hint of rainbow, which is lying through its teeth as the Navy craft transits the Pass making for open sea and a second vessel following


Hey, what can I say?

Because there are so many great old time Bible stories, and childhood memories of them in Sunday School to stir up, my general inclination is to avoid whatever is the gospel reading for the upcoming Sunday. But I’ll look at this one, already knowing what it must be because of the clipart that popped up for it:

Matthew 13:1-9,18-23
Jesus went out of the house and sat beside the sea. Such great crowds gathered around him that he got into a boat and sat there, while the whole crowd stood on the beach. And he told them many things in parables, saying: “Listen! A sower went out to sow. And as he sowed, some seeds fell on the path, and the birds came and ate them up. Other seeds fell on rocky ground, where they did not have much soil, and they sprang up quickly, since they had no depth of soil. But when the sun rose, they were scorched; and since they had no root, they withered away. Other seeds fell among thorns, and the thorns grew up and choked them. Other seeds fell on good soil and brought forth grain, some a hundredfold, some sixty, some thirty. Let anyone with ears listen!”
“Hear then the parable of the sower. When anyone hears the word of the kingdom and does not understand it, the evil one comes and snatches away what is sown in the heart; this is what was sown on the path. As for what was sown on rocky ground, this is the one who hears the word and immediately receives it with joy; yet such a person has no root, but endures only for a while, and when trouble or persecution arises on account of the word, that person immediately falls away. As for what was sown among thorns, this is the one who hears the word, but the cares of the world and the lure of wealth choke the word, and it yields nothing. But as for what was sown on good soil, this is the one who hears the word and understands it, who indeed bears fruit and yields, in one case a hundredfold, in another sixty, and in another thirty.”

As I finish typing, it’s pouring rain, Wednesday morning descending into Hell.




New top pic: Federal Rideau 656x75 underway for Immingham with wood pellets.

DThos+

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