World’s Oldest Profession Suffers Major Setback

“Hello, folks, Lance Wright here, reporting live from the first ever Ladies of the Evening World Deliberation, otherwise known as LEWD.  Ladies from all walks of the profession are gathered here in Amsterdam, where they can be free to discuss openly their mounting problems.  With me is the newly elected head of the organization, known as Madame Superior.  Madame, what is the major topic for deliberation at this ground-breaking conference?”

“Well, Lance, as you know, our business is worldwide, and we have a long and storied history as the oldest continuously operating profession in the universe.  In the past, we have had no problem attracting customers.  The only things our associates had to do were dress provocatively and make themselves available.  However, of late, we have experienced a decline in sales due to competition.”

“Tell me . . . where is that competition coming from?”

“You know, it’s the strangest thing, Lance.  We never expected this.  Our competition is arising from a group known as ’casual sexers.’   Of course, there have always been some who participated in this, but they pretty much kept it under wraps due to shame, so they weren’t really a threat economically.  But now, they have decided not only to do it themselves but also to promote it and grow their numbers.  Their strategy is working, and they are putting us out of business!”

“What is their strategy?”

“It appears that television has had a lot to do with it.  You know, Two and a Half Men and other shows have done much to promote sex with strangers, but what has recently been our undoing is this new show called Don’t Trust the B in Apartment 23.   I myself have not seen much of it — too trashy for me — but some of the ladies have been telling me that the main character stated that feelings just complicate things, then to get back on track went in search of someone to have sex with.  Astonishingly, she even said, “that’s God telling you” (the “good girl” roommate) to have casual sex.  We ourselves have never even thought about claiming to have God’s approval.  There is no way we can compete with that!”

“What is your plan?”

“Well, as of right now, we don’t have one.  With the entire female population beginning to jump into bed (or any convenient spot) with any available male just for a fun activity, we are at a loss.   Everyone is nervous about what might happen to our profession if this keeps up.  A whole new generation of girls is cropping up:  young women who don’t realize that the term ‘casual sex’ is an oxymoron.  NO sex is casual; it takes years of training to learn how to separate feelings from such intimate physical encounters.  They are novices; they will eventually realize this, but the damage to their psyches will already have been done.”

“Well, I wish you much success as you formulate a plan.  I would hate to see you go out of business!”

“Thank you, Lance.  But the outlook is very gloomy.  We have already had to cut prices, hire creative consultants, and offer more services.   I don’t know how much farther we can go.  If this ‘casual sex’ trend continues, we will face financial bankruptcy; but the competition will face emotional and spiritual bankruptcy, and I have to say, based on my own experience, I believe theirs will be harder to bounce back from.”

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Multiple Hearts

“Come here!” the student shouted.

“What is it?” his friend asked, a bit impatiently, as he was working on his own project in the Spirit Studies Lab that day.

“Multiple hearts in this one!”

“I’ve never noticed that before.  Let me see.”

Sure enough, there they were — three of them, each filled with something that could only be described as “gooey.”

The students moved to another vaporous form and carefully made an incision into the inner recesses of that one.  What they saw astonished them — eight hearts!  All spilling over with the same squishy substance.

Excited and eager to see more, they rushed to the next vapor and used their spirit-dissecter once again.  This time, they found only one, but it too was overflowing with the gooey stuff.

As they continued, to their astonishment, they found a different number of hearts in each spirit.  One, two, three . . . nineteen!  Wow!  They didn’t know a spirit could contain so many hearts.  But they were not very advanced in their studies.

The Master had left them to discover a few things on their own.  They hurried to his office to ask him about this phenomenon.

“So . . . you finally discovered the secret, did you?”  He had been waiting for this “teachable moment” to arrive.

“Secret?”  they asked.  “We’re puzzled by the different number of hearts in each of the spirits that arrived today.  And we’re wondering who they are.  We’re ready to learn.”

“These spirits are those of mothers,” He began.  “You see, when her first child is born, a mother’s heart feels as if it will burst because of the feelings she has for her little one.  That is her only child, and her heart is filled to capacity with what you call (so unscientifically) “gooey stuff.”  The correct name is “Love.”

He continued, “What has always baffled spirit-scientists is how the capacity for Love seems to grow larger so that it isn’t divided between or among all her children.  Instead, it seems to multiply.”

“How can that be?” the students asked.

“Well, if you will do some further research, you will discover that the number of hearts in these mothers’ spirits corresponds to the number of children they have.  It appears that a mother grows a new heart for each child; she loves each one in a uniquely special way.  It is almost as if each child is an only child.  And she longs for them to love one another as she loves each of them.”

“Amazing!”  The students were wide-eyed with wonder.  “A mother has a heart for each child.  Awesome.  Who came up with that design?”

The Master just smiled.  He knew they would find the answer if they ever decided to read the textbook.

“Love one another as I have loved you” (John 15:12).

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Lily’s Easter

Easter lily テッポウユリ

Easter lily テッポウユリ (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

“Hi there, little Lily,” said the Man with the kind eyes and gentle voice.

“Hello, Sir,” said Lily.

“What would you like as an Easter gift?” he asked.

She had not expected anything for Easter, so she thought for a few moments, standing there in the sunshine.

“Well, I would like to be pure,” she said.

“Granted,” said the Man with the kind eyes and gentle voice.  “Your white blooms will be synonymous with purity the world over.  Anything else?”

“I would like to adorn churches on Easter Day in memory or in honor of those who are loved by the ones who worship there.  I think that would be a lovely gift, since you are so inclined to give me something,” she said, somewhat timidly.

“Granted,” He said.  “That is a worthy request — one that I am happy to fulfill.  Is there anything else you would like?”

“Oh yes, I want to adorn old rugged crosses on Easter Day, replacing ugliness with beauty.”

“Granted.”

Lily hesitated.  He had not asked whether she wanted anything else.  But He was still standing there, waiting, so she decided to voice one more request.  “Please , Sir, I have one more thing — the most important of all.  It is my desire that when people see me, they will remember You, their Saviour.  I pray that they will worship You and remember that because of You they can freely enter into the presence of God.  It is my wish that they will put You before all else on this special day — before new clothes, before delicious brunches, and even before eggs and bunnies.  I want them to truly believe in the risen Christ.”

“We’ll see,” He said.

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Home Day Corps

Home Day Corps.  The faint of heart need not apply.

“Screw YOU, Mr. Phillips!”  I thought.  I had not actually said it, so no one heard me cursing a screwdriver, thankfully.  That was not nice at all.  In fact, I retracted it when I realized that actually Mr. Phillips did everyone a favor with his cross-hatch design.  I have even more issues with the flathead.

I had been trying with all my might and patience to screw to the wall a hook that I had purchased during a stroll through the French Market in New Orleans several years ago.  “So cute!”  I had thought.  In fact, so cute that I had purchased FOUR of them.  Thus far, I had not screwed any of them to anything because I had not been able to figure out where to put them.  (No comments please.)

I used to get my husband involved in these little home decorating projects.  However, he would get so frustrated and angry that he would begin using words in my presence that I did not want to hear.  I simply could not understand why he couldn’t be more patient and calm.  Same thing with my father.  Normally pretty cheerful, he used to get extremely crabby when he had to do the simplest of home decorating projects.  These guys just needed to get a grip.

When I am home alone, I often take the opportunity to engage in some relaxing “home decor” so as not to elicit the wary stares of the one who sometimes gets roped into helping me.  Sometimes “do it yourself” is preferable to having help anyway.  What’s the big deal?  Anyone can screw a hook into drywall.

Several hours and many trials and errors later, I had a new perspective.  How many sizes of screwdrivers are there anyway???  And how was I supposed to know it would pull out of the wall if it didn’t have a stud to cling to?  And how the (heck) was I supposed to screw the left screw in with my left hand since I couldn’t reach it with my right hand because the place I had chosen to put it was in the wall adjacent to the wall where the dryer sits?

Suffice it to say that by the time I had finally finished, several of those “pardon my French” words had escaped my own lips.  “I understand,” I said to no one but God and the cat, as I gently placed my hat on the hook and hoped that it would not fall off the wall (as it already had done when I hung a jacket on it).

Several days after my bout with Mr. Phillips, I decided to replace the blinds in the front windows (four of them!).  I hesitated to ask my husband for help, but I didn’t think I could handle this alone.  He agreed.  Sure enough, it was frustrating as you-know-what.  Stuff didn’t line up right.  Screws did not fit.  Instructions/diagrams/steps to success were undecipherable.  Etc. Etc. Etc.  Frustration set in, as always.

But this time, I was sympathetic rather than critical.  I nodded in agreement and commiserated.  We both shook our heads over flimsy materials and commented on the current state of manufacturing.  I understood the frustration and aggravation.   What made the difference?  Why did I suddenly have so much empathy?  I had walked a mile in the Honey-Do shoes.

“For in the same way you judge others, you will be judged, and with the measure you use, it will be measured to you” (Matthew 7:2).

(By the way, is anyone in the market for three perfectly good wall hooks?)

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A Constant Dripping

Without my input, my husband’s statements would, regrettably, go unchallenged.  For example, as we were walking this lovely spring morning, he remarked, “Dogwoods always bloom at Easter.”

“Well, that’s true only if your frame of reference is the entire season of spring, as in ‘Easter is in the spring, and dogwoods bloom in the spring.’  In fact, Easter is still more than two weeks away.  They’ll be done by then.”

Silence.

Upon observing a car with its recently installed windshield still taped (as it has been for at least a week), he remarked that the “guy” needs to take that tape off.  He said the same thing the last time we walked.

“Why does that bother you so much?”  I asked.  (I had just been asking him about umpteen boxes of music still stacked in the garage after four years.)

“I don’t know; it just does.  He needs to take it off.”

“I guess it’s not bothering him . . . or his wife . . . if he has one.  Maybe he doesn’t have a wife.  Poor fellow.”

Silence.

After a moment of thinking it over, he said, “Maybe not.  If he did, I’m sure she would be nagging him about it.”

” ‘Nagging’ has such a negative connotation.  I much prefer the word ‘encouraging.’ “

“Okay . . . well . . . whatever . . . he needs to take the tape off.”

Today we are celebrating our wedding anniversary.  Thirty-seven years of these kinds of conversations.

You just gotta keep it interesting.

“He who finds a wife finds what is good and receives favor from the Lord” (Proverbs 18:22).

. . . but . . .

” . . . a quarrelsome wife is like a constant dripping” (Proverbs 19:13b).

Do you hear something???

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Status Update

In the interest of full disclosure, Churchyard Chick wishes to inform her readers that she is no longer technically “free range” in the literal, physical sense, as she has found a new coop to call “home.”  A new “church home” has been found as a result of her mate’s landing there as the part-time choir director.  However, she wishes to assure everyone that, due to her wanderings, she is still, and will continue to be, ”free range” in spirit.

Her zigging and zagging have taught her much.  Having wandered into several other denominational coops other than the one in which she was brought up, she has reached the following conclusions:

Churches say, “Come follow us.”  Jesus says, “Come follow me.”

People make rules.  Jesus makes a way.

“The Church” is the bride who is faithful to her bridegroom, Christ, regardless of where she sits on Sunday morning.

After much searching, reading, and comparing various doctrinal statements, C.C. has decided that her own personal little brain is too narrow for the broad and too broad for the narrow.  And, for the life of her, she cannot see that any one denomination is absolutely congruent to the teachings of Christ.  In short, not one of them is free of emphasis on human opinion and preference and error.  Even “non-denominational” (as free as that sounds) has sort of become its own denomination, hasn’t it, really?

So . . . what’s a chick to do?

After years of analyzing, thinking (as much as her limited brain will allow), reasoning, studying, praying, and reading only the red words in the New Testament, she has finally reached a point where she can state her own personal theology.  As Easter approaches, the admittedly “mature” chick is realizing that her faith statement has finally come full circle from her days as a recently-hatched, downy-feathered little one:

“Jesus loves me; this I know, for the Bible tells me so.”

Thanks be to God!

Amen.

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GCB

I don’t know what this says about me, but I find myself laughing out loud at GCB on ABC.  Good Christian B____es (Lord knows, I wouldn’t say it, much less write it, now would I?) is the title of the novel.  GCB is the title of the TV show, abbreviated due to complaints from not only Christian organizations (understandable) but also women’s groups (understandable) and the great state of Texas.   So, my initial reaction was, “I need to check that out.”  When is it on?  Sunday night, of course.  What is it?  It’s like a cross (let me rephrase that — a grafting) of Steel Magnolias (by Robert Harling, who writes for the show) and “Harper Valley PTA.”

Let’s be honest.  I’ve seen them, in real life I mean — the GCB’s.  Haven’t you?  Hel_ . . . make that Heck . . . I’ve even been one.  Haven’t you?  Come on now.  Let’s get real.  Gossip that masquerades as prayer requests.  Blaming the devil for stuff he never even thought of, as one character did after a slanderous remark:  “The devil put that in my mouth.”  Conveniently taking scripture out of context and twisting the truth.  Saying anything as long as you add, “Bless her heart” as a tag line.  Condemning others for doing publicly the exact same thing we ourselves do but have the common decency to keep it secret (so as not to destroy our witness).

Good Christian Bitches (sorry, it just had to be said; after all, it is a title) — is it an oxymoron?  Yes, but not in the way one would first think.  “Good” and “Christian” are perhaps more oxymoronic than the other phrase.  Who is good?  Not one.  We’re all guilty.  Not one of us is in a position to judge another.  Did it really take a potty-mouth TV show to point that out?  Maybe.   Some folks see this show as just one more example of Christian-bashing, of which, indeed, there is plenty.  But maybe . . . dare I suggest it? . . . dare I do it myself? . . .  can we take just a moment to see ourselves in the mirror of satire without getting our good Christian knickers in a twist?  Or are we afraid of our own reflection?

Last night the gun-totin’, scripture-quotin’ gals were going at one another, using scripture verses as their weapons of choice.  Finally, one got the better of the other.  That prompted my favorite line of the episode:  “She out-Christianed you.”

Not to worry . . . she’ll be back next week.  You can’t keep a good woman down.

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A Michener Moon

Why . . . I wonder . . .

Why — tonight — when I see the moon . . .

Full . . . glowing dimly through the cloud scrim —

Fraggled by pine limbs —

Just as I have seen it a hundred other nights —

Why — just for an instant — do I feel

Connected to every other woman

Who has lived and walked on Earth,

Who has surely gazed (as do I) at this one and only moon?

Fleeting familiarity with . . .

Eve . . . Sarah . . . Ruth . . .

And Georgia and Tommie,

All of these who have stared at the very same moon,

Seeing what I see.

But why tonight?

A new life is taking shape.

Soon I, too, will be a grandmother.

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Time Travel

Time Travel?

Having just read the opening chapters of The Time Traveler’s Wife, I was a bit taken aback when I saw the bulletin for the Ash Wednesday service.  Had we skipped forward to March 22nd?  Had I been transported one month hence in the blink of an eye?  It was a little disconcerting until I realized it was only a typo.

Even so, it gave me pause.  It made me stop for a moment and reflect on the number of times I do travel back and forth in time — in my mind.  The Past.  The Future.  They beckon me, and quite often I find myself there instead of where I need to be — The Present.

A friend gave me a beautiful little piece of artwork, the gist of which is that God’s name is not “I Was” or “I Will Be” but rather “I Am.”   I love the reminder that He is with us in the here and now; if we look for Him in the past or the future, we may not find Him, and we will feel alone.

As I reflected upon what to give up for Lent this year, I decided that I would try to be less self-indulgent.  That does cover a lot of territory.  For me, it includes spending time in other dimensions, where I sometimes over-indulge in nut-filled fantasy fudge.

I decided to limit my time travel in favor of staying in the place called The Here and Now.  After all, that’s where God Is.

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Emoticons Arrested

After months of undercover operations, officials have finally rounded up dozens of members of the gang known as Emoticons in a sting operation just before dawn.

Apparently, the one called “Angel” became concerned about the insidious, evil behavior of her former friend “Devil” and decided to cooperate with law enforcement.  Wearing a wire, she bravely recorded the conversation in last night’s planning meeting.

Devil and his cohorts, Worried, Sick, Nail-biting, and TV, were heard plotting to disrupt the days of hundreds of unsuspecting citizens.  In the weapons discussion, they decided to use the tried and true:  Fear, Disease, Anxiety and Distraction.  These had proven invaluable in past attacks; there was no reason to believe they would not provide the needed ammunition for the day ahead.

When the SWAT team swooped in, Surprise was completely stunned, It Wasn’t Me fled, and Sad began to cry.  Happy decided to turn state’s evidence, Yawn was too tired to resist, and Winking cut a deal.

It is believed that the prosecution has enough evidence to put these con-men away for life, as hundreds of witnesses are expected to testify that they have been robbed, crippled, and deceived by members of this gang.  Even those who have not been injured are willing to testify that they have been conned into making decisions based on emotion rather than reason and have suffered the consequences.

The entire gang is being held without bail.  It is expected that the state may have enough counts against the most dangerous one, Devil, to convince the Judge to put him away for a long, long time —- maybe a thousand years.

Perhaps then we could have that world peace everyone wishes for.    :)

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