I don’t know who told me that Adult Life was going to be awesome and full of amazing adventures and that I would be able to do whatever I wanted whenever I wanted with whoever I wanted but they lied. I was tricked into the Adult Life and I’m going to write a very angry letter to whoever is in charge of this mess and give them the what for and a few slaps with a fish for good measure. I mean business. Serious business.
Well, now that I’ve gotten that bit out of the way I can get back to being A Mad Monk in a Mad Mad World. Which given the events of the last month or so I’m half tempted to add another ‘Mad’ adjective to that sentence. Then it could be a movie starring Spencer Tracy and just about dang near everyone in ’60s Hollywood. It’d probably be more entertaining. Or something.
We’re transitioning into The Christmas Season and of course stores across the nation are opening tonight. Midnight even. If you wondered why the Mayans picked this time of year to predict the ending of the world, you’d be an idiot to think they were crazy. I think they pegged us about right. Because this “money making gift buying running over everyone and throwing a elbow” thing gets better every year. I’m pretty sure by the end of this year we’re all going to be sending strongly worded letters to the Horseman of the Apocalypse suggesting they get out of the barn and at least take a tentative lap around the atmosphere.
I ache for the future of our nation’s culture and by proxy the rest of the world. We seem to slip farther and farther away from loving each other, spending time with each other and being those people who don’t see a need for a ginormous digital television or the latest technology that will ease our days of staring into our phones. Do you know how many clouds you’re missing? Sunsets? Sunrises? Beautiful sky scapes? The world that He created sits around us dazzling the day and nights away while we hunker closer to the screens and keyboards that drive us farther and further apart.
I’ve got much to atone for in my own life when it comes to my time I’m spending with Him and part of that is putting hands to paper, keyboard and Bible to get back in rhythm with My God once more but that’s one of the beautiful things (there are indeed many!) about Christ. He’s always ready for you to get back on track with the same big smile and big hug welcoming you back.
Then he’ll give you a Gibbs slap and call an audible. At least that’s one way of looking at it.