Forgive Me Again
Forgive me for saying this, but as I was sitting at Walmart today again, waiting until my lovely and energetic wife is done shopping, I meditated on why it is that we cannot compromise on the length of time we want to spend shopping. I came to the conclusion that a compromise is a blending of two matters- two durations in this case. Some mathematical facts gave me insight on why we can't compromise on duration for shopping. I want to be there for a finite duration of time. She for an infinite duration. What is a compromise of infinity and finiteness? THERE IS NONE. FINITENESS CAN BE A SUBSET OF THE INFINITE BUT INFINITY CANNOT BE A SUBSET OF THE FINITE and is thus UNCOMPROMISABLE. Thus, I as one of the finite preference must yield to the infinite in the mathematical reality of duration, and wait with patience and understanding until she has used up a finite duration within her apparent infinite duration of shopping.
Who Am I?
After being treated with much appreciation for about a week each with two daughters' families, I searched for some kind of appropriate self-image, so special it was to be among them both individually and as a group at times. A designation that came to me was that of “Respected Patriarch”. I was more than just one of them, sometimes withdrawing and resting and sometimes just among them as they engaged in animated family talk. Sometimes when I spoke, they listened with real interest what I might have to say as a matter of wisdom. When we prayed the next morning in coming home, it was with great love and intercession as we remembered the second generation who are making so many decisions of life- vocation, education, partners, and commitment to Kingdom life and service. I am committed to give to them all I can as the elder they look to for inspiration and example.
At Aldi's store this morning it seemed that most of the women shopping were so very big. I just felt it would be a bit dangerous to be married to one of them as they could easily throw you out if they got vexed at you. Or such a wife could pushed you out of bed effortlessly, whether inadvertently or advertently. I should be grateful for the gift of smallness in the one with whom I share life.
But Seriously,
Like the confetti falling from the windows of a high rise apartment along a street in a parade so that everyone is experiencing the expression of love from above; and sometimes something so definitely falls on a marcher that he feels he must be the target of a personal confetti thrower, so it is at times when our eyes are open to the innumerable bright spots in our lives where God blesses us with showers of his love and sometimes it is so personal that it seems he had his eyes on us precisely when the blessing falls on us and we are especially awed by all the blessings that also fall like rain all around us. [This is in the context of our retirement setting where we are blessed with family, friends, finances, and a beautiful home on a large lot of trees and gardens and lawns where we can relax indoors and enjoy the outdoors endlessly.]
Forgive me for saying this, but as I was sitting at Walmart today again, waiting until my lovely and energetic wife is done shopping, I meditated on why it is that we cannot compromise on the length of time we want to spend shopping. I came to the conclusion that a compromise is a blending of two matters- two durations in this case. Some mathematical facts gave me insight on why we can't compromise on duration for shopping. I want to be there for a finite duration of time. She for an infinite duration. What is a compromise of infinity and finiteness? THERE IS NONE. FINITENESS CAN BE A SUBSET OF THE INFINITE BUT INFINITY CANNOT BE A SUBSET OF THE FINITE and is thus UNCOMPROMISABLE. Thus, I as one of the finite preference must yield to the infinite in the mathematical reality of duration, and wait with patience and understanding until she has used up a finite duration within her apparent infinite duration of shopping.
Who Am I?
After being treated with much appreciation for about a week each with two daughters' families, I searched for some kind of appropriate self-image, so special it was to be among them both individually and as a group at times. A designation that came to me was that of “Respected Patriarch”. I was more than just one of them, sometimes withdrawing and resting and sometimes just among them as they engaged in animated family talk. Sometimes when I spoke, they listened with real interest what I might have to say as a matter of wisdom. When we prayed the next morning in coming home, it was with great love and intercession as we remembered the second generation who are making so many decisions of life- vocation, education, partners, and commitment to Kingdom life and service. I am committed to give to them all I can as the elder they look to for inspiration and example.
At Aldi's store this morning it seemed that most of the women shopping were so very big. I just felt it would be a bit dangerous to be married to one of them as they could easily throw you out if they got vexed at you. Or such a wife could pushed you out of bed effortlessly, whether inadvertently or advertently. I should be grateful for the gift of smallness in the one with whom I share life.
But Seriously,
Like the confetti falling from the windows of a high rise apartment along a street in a parade so that everyone is experiencing the expression of love from above; and sometimes something so definitely falls on a marcher that he feels he must be the target of a personal confetti thrower, so it is at times when our eyes are open to the innumerable bright spots in our lives where God blesses us with showers of his love and sometimes it is so personal that it seems he had his eyes on us precisely when the blessing falls on us and we are especially awed by all the blessings that also fall like rain all around us. [This is in the context of our retirement setting where we are blessed with family, friends, finances, and a beautiful home on a large lot of trees and gardens and lawns where we can relax indoors and enjoy the outdoors endlessly.]
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