Eric’s Sunday Sermon; Shopping and Somethings Are Wrong Because They Are so Right
Just Trucking Along
Now please do not think we are bragging here. It just is. I do not really work, ever. It is a lifestyle choice. I get to write. I can write whenever I want to, I seldom even have hard deadlines. Although deadlines are kind of fun, like an adrenaline rush, and beating one is like crossing the finish line first. And the stress from that seems to make me get out and exercise more – win win.
Let us start with shopping.
I get to go get things in stores. Sorry one trip to a big box every six months is my limit. My boy and I do go occasionally to get school and art supplies. I have a tolerance of about 15 minutes there.
No, I get to go get fruits and vegetables from produce markets and a 99 cent store.
Shopping carts. I used to think that if you left your carts all over it would help give more jobs right? Not cool. Please put them back where they belong and maybe grab an extra on the way.
Lines. No better fodder for a writer, equal with nature and family. Thank you, if they have a cross – “God bless you” and around here many many do. Not a Bible belt area but heavy Hispanic and black and for many reasons they seem more religious.
Plastic bags. Only a dime. I have awesome reusable ones. My wife’s tile bags are awesome. I invested in some hemp ones. They look all hippie dippy and are great. Ladies ask where to get them. I no longer use the plastic bags for produce – hey I have to wash the produce at home anyway. I like to say “re-use and save a polymers life”
Let them go first. I had a fun one the other day. Done with a great hike I went in for some grocery stuff. This studly stud of a man saw I only had three items and he had a cartful. Of course he offered for me to go first. I declined and said I wanted to read headlines in tabloids. That is a ruse, it is the people I watch and he was interesting. People who look harried or older folks go ahead of me.
When you have time sensitive matters for a day you get up earlier so you still have time to fart around.
Trash. I don’t know when it started. My grocery store has wipes for your hand and cart when you enter. Now I have no excuse not to pick up some garbage on the way in. I don’t do it for ecology, I do it because it feels good.
Fifty cents or so beggars – that is what they are. I do not care. I cannot care of a negative there. Most guys who act looney is not because they are drunk but because they go off their meds. We do not do lobotomies anymore and cannot make them take their meds. Personally I love my meds more importantly so do my children and wife.
Here is something else cool. The guys and dolls outside of shops. You know the ones with permission to peddle their wares. From donations to cellular phones. I have this guy who peddles God with handouts of praise through prose. All sponsored by his own self. In one of those wheelchair scooters. So I hung out and we penned a poem together about tough life and fear. I will publish it.
But with the other vendors don’t wait for them to talk to you, walk right up shake a hand a wish them a good day. On that one they usually kind of freak with thanks.
My Brother Is The Long Haired Hippie in This Video
A Good Day
Help carry is heaven. Just insist on helping an elderly lady to her car with here groceries. Usually they decline on first asking. They come from a different era. So they say no and you do the manly thing and just do it. You don’t ask a true lady if she wants you to open the door! The blast is the immediate relating of some story by them. Usually tied into “this used to be how it was”.
Parking. I park as far away as reasonable. Walking is good exercise. Plus one time I saw a very handicapped old guy and all the handicapped spaces were taken. Bummer.
Fire and Brimstone
I seldom mention such stuff. I am so far out of that league. My family is so far out of that league. My friends are so far out of that league. There was this really cool guy. They made him a Pope. Popes are cool dudes. Hmm will they ever have a Black or Female Pope? A Latino is pretty right on.
Anyhow as stories tell it he was close to death by ill health. He took a retreat. And a strange thing happened on his return. Not reported at all, but true. Pope in 1999 Pope Paul II held an audience. A simple homily. He basically said a very interesting concept. /Interpreting biblical descriptions of Hell we must be careful of. They in general are metaphoric and symbolic. Hell as a place of fire and brimstone is a figment of our imagination and a result of mythologies. And then basically that Hell is a place we put ourselves in as a state of separation from God.
And most know this preacher man believes Christ in that God is Love and Love is God. What I report is truth. Perhaps a situation in which one with free will withdraws from Love or God./
And then he went on to suggest that maybe no one was “in hell”. In a short sense, this really means we turn our back on love and that creates our own hell.
Sorry nothing for me to preach here. Like I said nobody I associate with comes anywhere close to hell. And those that are, all we can do is love them and hopefully give a hand to bring them out of despair. Well that is what I got on that stuff of a burning lake of unquenchable fire. Maybe boring.
A Piece of Home
A Loving Workout
Life around us is a super treasure trove. It holds a key into our heart and those of others. It took me several years to put the above into practice routinely. I am not so blessed as to do it all spontaneously. It took months for those to become habits. Being a habit includes making sincerity and compassion part of the habit. Love stuff you cannot “do”, you have to feel. Feeling love is worthy of making it a habit. So when you are cranky you just fall back into the habit and boom! You are not cranky. Cool preventative medicine for the heart. (Including the physical)
Prayer and praise and study and meditation are habits of mine. (Getting up and before anything else going for a walk/jog for fifteen minutes is getting hard to make a habit, but so good for any of us, wish me luck, it is the best way to meditate)
I don’t think that picking up garbage and returning carts, maybe grabbing one more, is appreciated. Might ruin it if it was. I don’t think old ladies care about the help, but they love the opportunity to talk to someone, who listens.
Today I will go for a “hike” a bit off the easy trails. Weekdays no one is out there. On weekends there are a bunch of folks. I love seeing families. When we pass each other it is always all smiles and nice greetings. I wish it was like that in check out lines. I suppose all I can do is make it that way for me.