I’m not sure this is the
way it happened, but God must have had a few lonely moments, you know, after
all the work was done. Planets and moons
all created and running just as planned.
This was way before all those other guys, you know Peter, Paul, Mary, and
Joseph were around to keep him company.
Don’t know where Jesus fit into the picture. Anyway, he looks over at the master to-do
list to see what’s next. There it was
almost at the bottom of the page, item number 257,689,452,174…..In large
capital letters: WHY NOT MAKE SOMETHING
TO PLAY WITH? He twinkled his nose or
ear, whatever he used to make these creations and immediately man existed.
Now what should I do with
this new thing? “I’ve got a great idea”
he said as an evil little grin appeared on his face. I’m going to turn its life around even before
it starts. He will totally need help to begin his existence. He’ll have to be
fed, bathed, carried, educated and prepared for the future. After this initial stage he is sent out to
labor for many years to earn and save enough so he might enjoy his future
years. Well ok, he worked hard, made
enough money, so now enjoy!
But guess what? This earning money stage seems to have worn
out this fragile body I gave him. Now he
doesn’t have any pizazz to enjoy the fruits of his labor. Additionally, prices have risen so much that
he won’t be able to. Besides, he now has
to put a bunch of cash aside after he discovered out what nursing homes cost to
live in.
Yes, his life has now come
full circle, he’s old and he will again need to have someone feed him, bathe
him, and even educate him to prepare for this new existence.
Isn’t this whole life’s travel thing a little
screwed up? My mother-in-law (God rest
her soul) always said that it’s all set up backward. She said we should start out old, smart (had
all those years to learn), a little on the
feeble side, and then begin an about face by starting to get younger, stronger
and yes, a little dumber until we’re back in that comfortable infant stage
where you’re being totally taken care of.
Yes, I have too much time
on my hands. My brain works overtime
thinking about weird things. Just the
other day I was wondering why shoelaces on today’s fancy sneakers needed to be a
yard long. They are always unraveling, loosening up, tripped on. I don’t think
I should have to double knot them like a five year old to keep them secure.
I am also wondering why I’m
writing this weird blog, but anyway, thanks for reading.
