Dr. Chang; who did a great job with me in Orlando, has a different style than Dr. Pope, here in South Florida.
I had my first cupping- which was unremarkable but who knows what it is doing that I am not aware of; and a good response to aromatherapy. I can feel it working to relieve the blockage behind my nose. It's not exactly the horseradish/Chinese mustard physiological response, but close to it in location and not really a hot feeling but I think it's good!
Tuesday, November 28, 2017
First Baptist Hypoluxo - November 26, 2017
Another nice service with some Christmas medleys and a connection between Deuteronomy 2 : 1 - 7, the song "Through It All," some nice drumming by a young lady, Gethsemene's High Priestly Prayer, Ephesians 1 and Philippians 4 : 19.
Thinking of my raw food/mucous free attitude toward food, I was particularly conflicted about the illustration of ingredients tasting bad one by one that blend into something great. Who wouldn't want a hot biscuit, I guess. The ingredients of our lives are working in a way we cannot see; which reminds me of the baking good as well as the germinating plant.
Thinking of my raw food/mucous free attitude toward food, I was particularly conflicted about the illustration of ingredients tasting bad one by one that blend into something great. Who wouldn't want a hot biscuit, I guess. The ingredients of our lives are working in a way we cannot see; which reminds me of the baking good as well as the germinating plant.
Sunday, November 19, 2017
First Baptist Hypoluxo - November 19, 2017
Once again there was a good service here.
I'm struck by how many First Baptist churches there are. Every hamlet has one.
Now, if this is the only Baptist church in Hypoluxo, why the distinction. I know, it's an American thing. We all have to be first.
It's why four-way stops don't work in this country. Each driver legitimately thinks with certainty that they're the one that got there first.
So the pastor, Dr. (not yet Dr. - graduates in three weeks) Griffin, who wants me to call him Mike- spoke about an American perversion of Christianity which is based on "the pursuit of happiness."
He didn't use the word perversion. But what other thing could it be that reduces Christ's teaching to avoiding discomfort, being materially okay, and not being persecuted.
It makes me so mad when the Christians today talk about being persecuted. We're not being persecuted. We've been lulled into a comfort zone, thinking our culture was Christian. It wasn't. Now that it's clear our culture isn't Christian, instead of admitting it we want things back the way they were. It's pride. We weren't Christian except in name before, and now America isn't that either. The solution is the same as it ever was but now we feel crunchy.
The service started with "Majesty," the 1980s classic. I forget what it was medlied with, but I think "let the poor say I am rich..." which I learned at St. Thomas More in Tallahassee. I loved singing that loudly among all the other quiet mumbler singers there. But I bet the people in the pew found it distracting. How can one watch, after all, when somebody in the audience is trying to participate? Of course it's distracting.
Then there was a new song, copyright 2006 I think, "My Heart is Filled with Thankfulness." It's very singable. I don't think I've ever heard that one.
Then we sang "My Tribute" which I used to play, but did not play violin with.. Caleb Daley once. I'd like to do that one again, but mix it up somehow; arranged differently.
Gotta find an accompanist.
The pianist played "We Gather Together" and all her music sounded good today. I barely noticed the drums! I guess that means he did a great job since it wasn't distracting at all; but I heard it. Good for him.
The sermon took us to 2 Corinthians 11.
Corinthians is a port city, of which I imagined as the connection of the isthmus (Peloppanesian Peninsula) that the port could go out both sides- because I used to play Sim City. Wow.
The thorn in the flesh of Paul's was given about 12 proposed definitions- some I think were new to me. My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness is a hard one.
I'm struck by how many First Baptist churches there are. Every hamlet has one.
Now, if this is the only Baptist church in Hypoluxo, why the distinction. I know, it's an American thing. We all have to be first.
It's why four-way stops don't work in this country. Each driver legitimately thinks with certainty that they're the one that got there first.
So the pastor, Dr. (not yet Dr. - graduates in three weeks) Griffin, who wants me to call him Mike- spoke about an American perversion of Christianity which is based on "the pursuit of happiness."
He didn't use the word perversion. But what other thing could it be that reduces Christ's teaching to avoiding discomfort, being materially okay, and not being persecuted.
It makes me so mad when the Christians today talk about being persecuted. We're not being persecuted. We've been lulled into a comfort zone, thinking our culture was Christian. It wasn't. Now that it's clear our culture isn't Christian, instead of admitting it we want things back the way they were. It's pride. We weren't Christian except in name before, and now America isn't that either. The solution is the same as it ever was but now we feel crunchy.
The service started with "Majesty," the 1980s classic. I forget what it was medlied with, but I think "let the poor say I am rich..." which I learned at St. Thomas More in Tallahassee. I loved singing that loudly among all the other quiet mumbler singers there. But I bet the people in the pew found it distracting. How can one watch, after all, when somebody in the audience is trying to participate? Of course it's distracting.
Then there was a new song, copyright 2006 I think, "My Heart is Filled with Thankfulness." It's very singable. I don't think I've ever heard that one.
Then we sang "My Tribute" which I used to play, but did not play violin with.. Caleb Daley once. I'd like to do that one again, but mix it up somehow; arranged differently.
Gotta find an accompanist.
The pianist played "We Gather Together" and all her music sounded good today. I barely noticed the drums! I guess that means he did a great job since it wasn't distracting at all; but I heard it. Good for him.
The sermon took us to 2 Corinthians 11.
Corinthians is a port city, of which I imagined as the connection of the isthmus (Peloppanesian Peninsula) that the port could go out both sides- because I used to play Sim City. Wow.
The thorn in the flesh of Paul's was given about 12 proposed definitions- some I think were new to me. My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness is a hard one.
Saturday, November 18, 2017
Perverse Pleasure and the Rules of Engagement
So I'm at one of my satellite offices- the lieberry at Lantana, and someone has failed to log off from one of the public computers.
What does it say to me, about me; that I came over to this computer on purpose? I know the rules as they were at my former lieberry. This is totally against them. But what are rules for- just something in place in case one needs to enforce something... right?
I think I want to know all the rules, so I can decide which ones to break.
This sounds wrong.
But it sounds fun.
There's the idea that all communications involving electricity are being monitored- and how would anyone far away know that it's me on this computer right now instead of the person whose card was used to log in?... Well, I guess anybody watching.
And we know people can watch from very far away; and can watch many places.
Who has this energy?
Who even cares so much to do this?
If it comes to it; we all can exchange daily our car license tags and our personal locator devices- er... I mean cell phones.
What does it say to me, about me; that I came over to this computer on purpose? I know the rules as they were at my former lieberry. This is totally against them. But what are rules for- just something in place in case one needs to enforce something... right?
I think I want to know all the rules, so I can decide which ones to break.
This sounds wrong.
But it sounds fun.
There's the idea that all communications involving electricity are being monitored- and how would anyone far away know that it's me on this computer right now instead of the person whose card was used to log in?... Well, I guess anybody watching.
And we know people can watch from very far away; and can watch many places.
Who has this energy?
Who even cares so much to do this?
If it comes to it; we all can exchange daily our car license tags and our personal locator devices- er... I mean cell phones.
Tuesday, November 14, 2017
Don't Take That
Commercials say "don't take this medicine if you're allergic to it or its ingredients."
Are we that far gone?
Are we that far gone?
Insurance
I'm trying to decide if I should get cheaper car insurance.
For a little tap on the back of my bumper the estimate is more than two thousand dollars and because I've been paying for years more than I think I had to- I only have to pay 500 bucks and I get a rental car. And it was quick. The Columbia South Carolina driver that hit me- barely a bump- and took off- well, if I never have any encounters like that why have I been buying good insurance?
Couldn't I just buy some low amount insurance with some company I never heard of and either fix the car or sell it when it wrecks?
I love my Ford Fusion. After three years I still get happy whenever I see it. Even busted, I looked out the window down below at it from the hotel and thought "What a great car." The brakes squeak. It seems to be the front- and I've had the front and back ones done and they still squeak. The passenger side door doesn't lock. And I want one just like it but with less miles.
For a little tap on the back of my bumper the estimate is more than two thousand dollars and because I've been paying for years more than I think I had to- I only have to pay 500 bucks and I get a rental car. And it was quick. The Columbia South Carolina driver that hit me- barely a bump- and took off- well, if I never have any encounters like that why have I been buying good insurance?
Couldn't I just buy some low amount insurance with some company I never heard of and either fix the car or sell it when it wrecks?
I love my Ford Fusion. After three years I still get happy whenever I see it. Even busted, I looked out the window down below at it from the hotel and thought "What a great car." The brakes squeak. It seems to be the front- and I've had the front and back ones done and they still squeak. The passenger side door doesn't lock. And I want one just like it but with less miles.
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