we say that a lot. "wonder if we'll have a white Christmas?" guess we'll have to wait and see.
who's gonna be in the championship game? guess we'll have to wait and see.
who's gonna WIN it?
wait and see.
what's in that big package under the tree?
wait and see.
the little tiny one?
wait. see.
waiting and seeing is actually quite fun. it's hard, but it's fun. and if what was in the big package turns out not to fit, it's not the end of the world. it's not even the end of the world, despite what half the world thinks, if the wrong team wins the championship game.
but there is one time when "guess we'll have to wait and see" could be the end of the world - of yours, anyway:
"wonder if Christ really is the only way to eternal life?"
Monday, December 7, 2015
Saturday, December 5, 2015
the woman who loved every kind of weather or, how to fix everything
last night i had dinner with an old woman who loves every kind of weather. hot and humid? loves it. freezing cold and snowing? loves. mild and rainy? loves. cool and sunny? loves. below zero? fine. in the teens? fine. 50s? fine. 90s? fine. over a hundred? fine. "have you ever met a weather you don't like," i asked. "no," she said.
lots of people, all of them seemingly on facebook, seem to know the secret to a good life - and most of them can sum it up in a catchy meme. it might be - often is - religious in nature, it might be - often is - sarcastic in nature, or it might be - always is - thought-provoking in nature. but no one has ever summed it up like the old woman who loves every kind of weather.
i have never met a person who even likes every kind of weather, much less loves it. i have met people who like every kind of season, but that's different. to embrace humidity right along with embracing scraping your windshield in january is not just unusual, it is unheard of.
and that's why the world is a mess. because loving weather, no matter what kind it is, is unheard of.
i asked this lady if she is flexible about everything. she thought about it for a second, shrugged her shoulders and said, "sure. why not?" are you flexible about what you eat, i asked.
"sure. why not?"
the clothes you wear?
"sure."
where you live?
"yeah."
what you do in your free time?
"of course."
you flexible about politics?
"people are politics. so, yeah. gotta be flexible about people."
religion?
"you practice yours, i'll practice mine."
what about taxes?
"sure. tell me what to pay and i'll pay it."
is there anything you're not flexible about, i asked.
"one thing," she said.
what, i said.
"being flexible."
lots of people, all of them seemingly on facebook, seem to know the secret to a good life - and most of them can sum it up in a catchy meme. it might be - often is - religious in nature, it might be - often is - sarcastic in nature, or it might be - always is - thought-provoking in nature. but no one has ever summed it up like the old woman who loves every kind of weather.
i have never met a person who even likes every kind of weather, much less loves it. i have met people who like every kind of season, but that's different. to embrace humidity right along with embracing scraping your windshield in january is not just unusual, it is unheard of.
and that's why the world is a mess. because loving weather, no matter what kind it is, is unheard of.
i asked this lady if she is flexible about everything. she thought about it for a second, shrugged her shoulders and said, "sure. why not?" are you flexible about what you eat, i asked.
"sure. why not?"
the clothes you wear?
"sure."
where you live?
"yeah."
what you do in your free time?
"of course."
you flexible about politics?
"people are politics. so, yeah. gotta be flexible about people."
religion?
"you practice yours, i'll practice mine."
what about taxes?
"sure. tell me what to pay and i'll pay it."
is there anything you're not flexible about, i asked.
"one thing," she said.
what, i said.
"being flexible."
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