akhila, alan.fly, anthonyD, aveeP, binaiferS,
carl, celinaF, deepaShe, diyaB, georgeC, juliaJ,
keerti, lexley, louella, lynette,
kimM, marisaD, mayuri, mishudoris,
neisha, nishiD, pallaviS, petal, pranjali, rakheeP, reema,
sameeraK, satish, sharmistha, Shriya, valetta,
Just a few days for that peace/chill out spiritual retreat! YYYYYAAAAAAAAAYYYYYY !
Here’s one for the road, so to say! Kind of spiritual too… so it fits in with my preparatory retreat mood.
Religious and theological differences are inevitable and can be entertaining too… Here’s an example .
This is literally a ‘church signs’ debate, being played out in a Southern US town,
between Our Lady of Martyrs Catholic Church,
and Cumberland Presbyterian, a fundamentalist church.
From top to bottom shows you the response and counter-response over time.
I am convinced that humour is as much of a virtue as Patience and Fortitude and all the rest. And I believe that if there was more humour in the world then there would be less disgruntled individuals and dysfunctional families and hatred and wars and injustice and distressing things like that.
Over the years I have tried to use humour to help me through some of the tough times I have had to live through. Of course I have felt upset and distressed when not-so-nice things have happened, but looking at the fun side of what I have been subjected to has made it easier for me to cope. Once the “legitimate” distress has subsided, of course.
“Legitimate”? Of course… I am allowed to get angry and upset when someone offends me or when something goes wrong.
But how long and with what consequences I am angry or upset depends on me.
A sense of humour helps there….
Yes, all rocks do go to heaven!
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All people do too ! And that should not be a surprise!
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I was shocked, confused, bewildered
As I entered Heaven’s door,
Not by the beauty of it all,
Nor the lights or its decor.
But it was the folks in Heaven
Who made me sputter and gasp–
The thieves, the liars, the sinners,
The alcoholics and the trash..
There stood the kid from seventh grade
Who swiped my lunch money twice.
Next to him was my old neighbour
Who never said anything nice.
Herb, who I always thought
Was rotting away in hell,
Was sitting pretty on cloud nine,
Looking incredibly well.
I nudged Jesus, ‘What’s the deal?
I would love to hear Your take.
How’d all these sinners get up here?
God must’ve made a mistake.
And why is everyone so quiet,
So sombre – give me a clue.’
“Hush, child,’ He said, ‘they’re all surprised
And shocked at seeing you.’
Take care. Love, Terry