They kept saying they wanted to get in touch with their bodies but their bodies were not all that communicative. I told them they had to go to the 6:00 class in vigerous toning. Scuttlebut maintained that he heard his body say clear as a bell, "Listen ba****d, do it and die."
And all those women......you know Scuttlebutt. He gets all excited about nothing and then he marries them.
Now, Cap'n you have to know that I did not hit razorback Bert in the ribs. I would never ever do such a thing. It'a against the Hypocritical Oath. No sir, I hit him up side the head. The Scriptures clearly say, "Let his blood be upon his own head." We must obey the Scriptures. It was a punch for his own good.
Blessings must always be given with a smile Sir. What kind of physician/pastor would I be if I administered "upside the head" blessing with a scowl on my face. Always express the joy of my faith I say.
Scuttlebutt need have no fear of me, for I heard the Lord say, "Smite him with thy tongue."
I appreciate being made physician for this voyage. I was getting tired of the crows nest anyway. And scrubbing bilge pumps was not very exciting. But sometimes life gets confusing. Just when I am getting used to yesterday, along comes today.
To mind comes Proverbs 17:22 - "A merry heart doeth good like a medicine: but a broken spirit drieth the bones."
It, therefore, is quite appropriate you smile while meting out 'care.'
As for Scuttlebutt, you bring to life Job 5:17-18:
"Behold, happy is the man God correcteth: therefore despise not thou the chastening of the Almighty: for He maketh sore, and bindeth up; he woundeth, and his hands make whole."
We conclude all your ministrations were merely to try to make Scuttlebutt and razorback-bert, wounded; sore and binded up, and then whole again.
This journey is in the best of all possible hands, Captain!
We shall be prepared to sail at midnight.