Little Schools

It was a bit nippy out this morning when noticing it hovering around 25 degrees as I headed towards the Downtown. I arrived a bit early, just so to check emails that had arrived after hours yesterday, as well as getting myself a little more “grounded” for the day.

Speaking of being grounded, I’m convinced there are far too many in our society who take little or no time out of their morning and spend 15 or 20 minutes quietly seated somewhere far and away from all medias, and think about what duties they have in store for themselves that day, as well as making sure they’re still moving in positive directions. There’s no question there’d be all the fewer people ending their work days being potty-mouthed due to being overly-stressed.

In spite of many not wanting to be part of any large crowds due to the corona virus pandemic, I decided to take in an early church Service. I normally wait until just as the last bell tolls, just so I can find a seat that’s likely not going to be filled by stragglers.

Once again, I decided to sit in one of the transepts, just so I wouldn’t be in the “thick” of the crowd. After getting a good look-round, I’d say I’ve never seen so few people in attendance at that Service, and I may sound anti-social in the religious circles by saying how much more contemplative I felt after seeing all the fewer in headcount. Before the Service started, the minister came out and made an announcement about the precautions their community of faith would be taking during the pandemic.

The readings were longer today, and for some reason, the Minister decided to read the extended Gospel version of “The woman at the well.” which was a first for me in a number of years. I was reminded once again this morning how nearly every time there’s someone reading Scripture, I find myself reading those passages at my own pace, and since they were much longer today, I was all the sooner finished before the readers, and subsequently having had my book closed and put away before they were finished.

I’m pretty sure the reason I’ve stopped listening to those readers, is that all too often I find they’ve skipped or inserted words that were not in the printed form, and most times, it takes place when there are general congregants coming forward to read. I continue being annoyed when knowing they all should’ve taken the time to read and re-read those passages, just so they wouldn’t stumble or omit words in front of their own faithful.

All in all, the Service was uplifting, and that’s all that mattered, and as I’ve said before, “If we can get a few morsels of spiritual uplift, then it’s worth going to church every Sunday.” Unfortunately, many of our young want to be “wowed” by the new-age music and all the visuals that being played on big screens that’ve been installed in some of our City’s churches. As I said to someone yesterday, “How can you possibly hear the those inspiring whispers of the Holy Spirit when surrounded by all that drama?”

Having about three hours free after I returned to my office, I decided to do a little paying forward by changing into my work clothes and driving over to a friend/client’s home to help with some packing, arranging, and clean-up of a home he’s been working on. He called last Friday to say he was getting overwhelmed by it all, and beginning to have misgivings about his undertaking. There’s no doubt he was thankful for the physical help I’d offered, but I think my soulful “pep talk” afterwards, was what he needed most.

Over these long years, I’ve discovered how easily it is for people who’re working on re-modeling jobs, to lose heart, and I think it’s because they’ve not given themselves enough credit for what they’ve already done. I’m convinced far too many look at what’s ahead of them, rather than looking backwards at what they’ve already accomplished in a given project, because that’s the real key to keeping one’s incentives charged.

I dare not say how many times I’d wanted to throw in the rag while working at getting my current office building to the point where I could safely call it a real estate office. I can laugh now about the number of hours and days I spent in getting my wooden floors to the point where they could be sanded and varnished, and just for your information, I spent two hours in the morning, and two hours in the evening, until after the fortieth day, they were finally ready. Those floors were one of the most daunting of tasks in my life.

My public open house today at the condo I have listed which is located at 422 S. Tennessee Place, was also a success to where I was alone there perhaps a total of 15 minutes out of those two hours. There were two separate visitors who were showing more than passing interests, and hopefully they’ll call for another showing.

I waited until the owner returned just so to relay today’s results, while also making time for a good chat. She is the nicest of persons, and when that condo does sell, and she moves out of town, I’ll be more than sad because she is one of those rare persons in possession of a giant heart of gold. You can bet I’ll be wishing the absolute best for her.

After I put away all my open house signs and files, I decided to drive over to one of our parks and take a short pre-Spring walk along the banks of a creek. When I got there and walked down to its banks, I was shocked to find how clear the water was, and so much so, I could see all the small fish swimming in their little schools. I definitely can’t remember the last time I’ve seen water in one of our area creeks, that clear. What a joyful little jaunt it was, and for sure, I’ll have to do it again before the mosquitos arrive.

Tonight’s one-liner is: A person standing in front of an audience without enthusiasm for his subject, is disconnected from his spirit.

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