A friend told me that Aristotle said the ability to make metaphor is a sign of Genius.
Just sayin’
(Dang. I’d better pray that Litany some more, huh?)
You know, beloved in the Lord, I am depressed — whatever the cause is. Things are sometimes rough. My kid has not found a rich Catholic to marry. I mean, DARN!
But in all this I hear angels and creation singing, you know what I mean? It’s Psalm 19 and 104 and the “apocryphal” “Song of the Three Young Men.”
Yes, I dare say than despite me, my daughter is blessed. But ‘serving’ her as a husband and father ought to serve his family has been such a blessing to me that it cannot be measured.
You all may know that I ran sheep for a decade and more. I grained them year round. I had low troughs in the field, a feed shed, and a cart to carry buckets of feed. Of course it was easier if I got as much grain as possible into the 5 gallon buckets because that meant fewer buckets to monkey with. (In addition to my soon to be world famous flashlight collection, I have an immense number of colored plastic buckets).
So how do you get as much grain as possible into a bucket? You scoop it in, then you shake the bucket, then if there’s barely enough room for the final scoop, you press down on what’s in the bucket.
You can imagine the epiphany I had one day. That’s how God measures the grace He gives to us! Shaken down, pressed together, running over! As much as He can possibly jam into us!
Praise Him and magnify Him for ever!
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