Scraping Mud (Again)
Grumble, grumble, this is tiring, I wonder how much this broom weighs, Lazybones here would rather be reading a good book but it’s much better when this job is done and the weather is too nice to stay inside. I took a break to take the photo and saw the thermometer indicated 22°C. I wonder if that is a record for a February 29th.
This kind of job gives one time to think. I miss loved ones who have died. I feel like saying OK, that’s enough of this game, you can come back now. I’m tired of people dying, even people I don’t know; they are someone’s loved ones. But I know we have a lot of work to do before that can happen, the dawning of the Creator’s Day. He says at least four generations. Why don’t we surprise Him? We could offer Him goodness today rather than sadden Him with our nastiness.
Scrape, scrape the mud from myself, choosing to practice love, forgiveness, peacemaking. Being creative and freeing myself from all kinds of prejudice. Pronouncing His Word to accomplish It, doing, not just saying. Encouraging others to do likewise. Those are the methods that will lead to a changed world.
The destiny of humanity is up to us. Either we change, recovering our divine image and likeness, or we revert to being just a thinking animal. You decide.