About 12 hours after I finally finished several days worth of mowing (about 5 times), raking (35 bags worth) and then planting (twice for good measure) next year’s lawn, our unnamed almost-but-not-quite tropical storm blew in with a long, soaking rain. And behold, it is good. I have never “planned” this so well—I plant, God waters AND gives the increase! I'm going to have fun mowing the stuff next spring! Of course, I haven’t inspected the yard very closely yet. I has rained so much, my grass seed may have all floated away… into Lynn's flower beds!
Even better, about 12 hours later Oregon State blew in like a tornado and rained all over USC’s BCS parade, manhandling the “best team in the country” and showing USC and the national polls for what they are—posers. Come on, no team is really Number #1 before the season begins or less than a month into the season. Actually, no team is Number #1 after the season unless there is a playoff to prove it. (The Giants were supposedly the worst team in the NFL playoffs last year; that's why they play the games). BCS = Big Contrived Show.
I didn’t stay up for the whole game last night-- that would have been way past my bedtime. But I did enjoy the first half, listening to the rain falling outside and watching OSU blow USC away!
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If all the tools were thrown into a giant crucible there would be a huge hot molten mass as the ‘impurities’ including all the broken and gnarly handles of the workers that have been chewed on by the varmints in there quest for a little salt. . . . if all that was in a giant covered crucible there would be much power in the gas put off by all the organic matter’s release of unused energy in the form of hot gas looking for oxygen to support it’s combustion all that would have to be stored somewhere. It would not be a very nice place to work unless you are wearing the proper personal protection with cool fresh air being pumped in to breath. It would take a long time to suit up for work and where on earth would you store all that gas which would be toxic and flammable even in it’s raw state. My minds wheels have been set a spinning with potentialities, probabilities and possibilities. Thanks for yesterdays thought provoking blog. I wonder what kind of gas is at the center of our earth (There is much heat and pressure there.) We live and play on the outside of a giant living and moving crucible. How and where does it rise to the surface and where does the surface go when it has reached the end of it’s travel? There is a way to be a way to subdue it store it and put all that stuff to good use. (Who put it all into motion? From the tiniest atom, too the solar system with it’s blazing sun, the galaxies and the universe? Who can know and understand such things in a lifetime? Who will fold it and change it according to His will until the end of time) who created owns and commands the time itself? Who on earth can see the beginning and the end of eternity and who holds the earth and all things in the palm of His hand? Who’s mind can know the answers to all things? Only the Great creator in whom we live and move and have our being.) Ummm. . . what’s. . . a poser?
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