Showing posts with label God. Show all posts
Showing posts with label God. Show all posts

Thursday, June 16, 2016

No Way You’re Going to Make a Monkey Out of Me













“Wouldn’t it be funny if I shaved one of those monkeys.”
-God to Michael

If evolution is true, why aren’t my arms longer so I don’t need glasses?
-Kenneth Goorabian

I assume Darwin sat around watching chimps one day and thought, hey, they look just like me. We must be related. Hmmm…

If that supposition holds true, then turtles must be aliens because they look an awful lot like E.T. sans the shell. Wait a minute.  A turtle’s shell is saucer-shaped and very similar in appearance to a UFO. Am I the first one to make this connection?  Just blew my own mind.

It’s my belief that life would be easier if we were monkeys. Getting our recommended intake of fruit and veggies without complaint would be eliminated, we’d be totally oblivious to the awesomeness of pizza, deep fried chicken wings and Twinkies, swinging in the trees is great exercise and we could run around naked. Plus, having a hairy back wouldn’t be a turn-off to the opposite sex.

Just think, if I were a monkey I could have skipped all the trepidation in high school when ordered to climb the rope. I’d have scampered up that thing like poop (ask your grandpa) through a goose, all the while grinnin’ like a … well, like a monkey.

I pondered this as I shaved my chest and back. Unfortunately I am more simian than I would like.

Maybe we are actually de-evolving. After all, monkeys have long arms and don’t wear glasses. Think about it.

K.G.

Sunday, May 22, 2016

If Beauty is in the Eye of the Beholder, When will He be Holdin’ Me? (Excerpt from A Boomer’s Adventures in Cyber-Dating)


Welcome all seekers of cyber love and romance. 

It’s been said there's a soul mate out there for every one of us. No matter if you look like Quasimodo, smell like a yak, have more hair than an orangutan, or less teeth than a Louisiana gator hunter, the guy or gal of your dreams is somewhere waiting for you with a hump massage, aromatic shampoo, a stiff back comb, and a dental referral. This is very good information to know. I'm comforted by this. We're all wonderfully made by a loving God who has put it upon another’s heart to see beyond our warts and wrinkles and get a glimpse of our inner beauty.

Can I get an Amen?

One factor that plays a major role in our quest for true love is patience. I was going to add a second, panic, but we are not that desperate are we? Of course we aren’t.

Patience:  The ability to endure delay.

Ouch. Endure and delay are words most of us aren't fond of. But we forget that a simple jaunt to the 7-11 by our ancestors involved hours of staring at the hind quarters of a horse, and a trip abroad on an ocean-going vessel with fewer creature comforts than the local Motel 6 could take weeks. How’s that for patience? I imagine the lovely lad or lassie that we wooed with our perfect penmanship and flowery repartee might be married with children long before our declaration of undying love was delivered by the local postman.

A sweet lady sent me the following question on cyber-dating:

“Guys flood my inbox with email, but before I can even answer they send another saying they are moving on. What gives?”

My response was as follows:

“When wandering through a valley awash with thousands of beautiful flowers of every color and hue, some just don't have the patience to wait for a particular rose to bloom.”

Patience (along with Elvis) has left the building. We live in a society of instant gratification, instant oatmeal and instant messaging. We get miffed if someone at Starbucks orders an extra drizzle on their mocha frappucinno, or question the basic addition skills of the person in front of us in the 15-items-or-less lane at the grocery store who has obviously overstepped the boundaries of all fairness by having ignored the posted limit.
 
Patience, when it comes to romantic endeavors, is of the utmost importance. I have been accused of having little (or none). I’ll admit the lady was right. I had a propensity to slap a big old Evinrude outboard on the row boat of love and strangle the throttle for all it’s worth.

Do you rush into relationships? Maybe your biological Timex is ticking so loud it’s keeping you awake at night, or perhaps your mother is getting tired of doing your laundry and wants to turn the doublewide’s spare room into a Wayne Newton shrine.

Whatever the case, you must learn to gently tap the brakes of your emotions or run the risk of whizzing by the huge red flags alerting you to the fact that the swiftly approaching bridge of happiness is closed for repairs. Stop and smell the roses so you’ll be certain that nasty virtual smell is actually fertilizer and not something your future love bunny has stepped in and will never be able to completely scrape off the bottom of their shoe.

Crawling through the virtual weeds in order to find the perfect flower takes loads of patience and persistence. This can be harder than finding the perfect pair of jeans. You ladies should relate to this. They shouldn’t be too tight or clingy as to restrict freedom of movement. They must have a little room to grow; be soft and comfortable, like an old friend; the stitching strong; the materials impeccable; not so long that we step all over them; the right color; the right style; hold us in all the right places; flatter us; make us feel good about ourselves; and never wear out. Impossible you say?

Hmmm…  Impossible for us, perhaps, but with God, all things are possible.

Choose wisely my friends.

K.G.

Friday, July 18, 2014

Se-Man-Tics

It’s been quite a week, no?  Things seem to be heating up quickly, which is no surprise considering who is running the asylum we call home.  Dare I say the devil’s in the details? Oh, you know I do.





So much liberal vs conservative rhetoric being bandied about has got me thinking.  Who dunked the world in a giant vat of Kool-Aid?  Oh, yes, brothers and sisters, that deceiver and father of all lies; the guy formerly known as “Prince of this World”; you guessed it, the Devil. It seems that this administration (talking the devil here, not the president; but I can understand the confusion) has swept rationality under the tree-hugging, global-warming, climate -changing,  “we’re all racists” rug along with pretty much all propriety and good old American common sense. There are so many lines being drawn in the sand between believers and non-believers, and in some cases, between believers and believers, that most Christians who believe every jot and tittle of the Word is the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help me God,  can feel the ocean lapping on their heels.





The lines are being blurred. Two cases in point:




A Christian teenager I know has expressed views that kind of surprised me. He said he won’t eat at one burger franchise because of the overtly sexual content of their ads, but sees no reason to avoid another burger chain who has decided to dedicate a burger to a small segment of the population and have kidnapped God’s rainbow, slapping it on a burger wrapper as some kind of weird statement about us all being the same inside. Really? Can't a hamburger just be a hamburger.  And besides, wouldn’t a hot dog in a hamburger bun have been more apropos? (That was a joke. Not a hater, racist or homophobe.)

The second one is about a video I was watching the other day. They were discussing climate change, weather remodeling or atmospheric alterations; I can’t remember; whatever it’s called this week.  The question of Christians came up. It was stated because of our unwillingness to believe their “truth,” we would most likely have to be re-educated. Huh? Calling George Orwell.  But that wasn’t the interesting part. He said because we refuse to believe this “truth” about climate change doesn’t change the facts, and that if they’re wrong on this, no harm, no foul, but if they’re right, well, buddy, the Christian naysayers are in trouble. Now, I ask you, if I exchanged their truth for our truth, you’d basically have the message we’ve been trying to get them to understand. It’s a matter of semantics. That not believing in God or Jesus doesn’t mean they just cease to exist. The only difference is if the climate guys are right we get a little hotter, but if we’re right….

Maybe we could use this to open up a dialogue.

K.G.