Monday Monday
The temporary rain pushed the wads of mosquitos back onto the porch, so we couldn’t sit out watching bleary-eyed nature for long. Instead, we holed up for the morning.
By lunch, the rain was steady and heavy. Crackers watched behind the shade in the living room.
There aren’t many afternoons I feel like crashing, but today with the rain, a sandwich, and the Spanish… too perfect a recipe.
Of course I didn’t.
Nap, that is.
We followed that up with the blasting billows of Charles H. Spurgeon…
“I should like to make a conflagration by my words, and to set all the churches on fire…”
“Fire…” Puck mused to himself beside me. “Flames of fire… Like the Holy Spirit!”
Sometimes, he gets it.
I don’t know why people hate Mondays so much.
Mondays are a break from the weekend.
Granted, I don’t sit at a desk for nine-plus hours [since when has it ever been eight?]. But I do exhaust all mental and often physical resources doing all those mom things no one ever really thinks are actually that difficult… until they’ve tried it out for themselves.
It only takes one.
Still though, I confess my one big advantage is that…
I get to see my son all day.
And that’s a pretty huge advantage.
So for me, at least, Monday’s aren’t half bad.
I made chili and cornbread for dinner.
Not from scratch.
I spent part of my evening taking whacks at rogue mosquitoes.
And listening to the Bear complain about Midwest-style chili.
Which he claims isn’t chili.
It is.
Thought of the Day
It’s nothing original.
However…
I think that most people have, in some light or another, heard the argument that – “God must be completely egotistical for wanting all that worship just for Himself, to make the only purpose of every person and every thing be just – to glorify Him.”
The Being that created everything, as footnote. This wild, silent, roaring universe we just can’t seem to get even a tiny handle on, which just makes it all that more amazing.
But I think the realistic conclusion to this original question is…
If we don’t worship God, then maybe we automatically worship ourselves.
We wouldn’t really be able to help it.
It would be impossible to avoid.
Everything we would do – from engrossing graduate studies in astrophysics to engorging an entire package of double-fudge triple-chocolate cookies in one sitting [which I have not done let me clarify, to date anyway]. Even working a city soup kitchen or doctoring patients in Zambia for 53 years. It would all boil down to the basic fact that the end-goal is being happy with what we’ve done.
Making our own personal shrines sparkle.
So the question that has to be asked is – Who is less egotistical to demand worship?
The created?
Or the Creator?