I thought it a bit odd having awakened an hour earlier than I normally do, but with the springing-forward of Daylight Savings Time, I was right on schedule. It normally takes me weeks to get adjusted to the time change, but perhaps this will be the year my internal clock jumped right in line with our new time.
Since I didn’t have to play at St. Paul Lutheran this morning, I decided to go to an early Service at one of our many churches that are sprinkled across the landscape of Mason City. I was actually a few minutes late getting there, but I went pretty much un-noticed because there were many empty pews at the rear.
I would say the high point of that Service, was listening to the Scripture readings and reflecting on them. The music was half-baked because they had a keyboardist playing an electronic keyboard which for me always leaves me un-moved by the music they generate. I’d rather play a beat-up old upright in need a good tuning instead of wasting my time with those gadgets. Oh well, to each his own.
Once again, I noticed on the upper wall of their Sanctuary, those glowing eyes of some off-world demon. Whomever placed those stained-glass windows so high above, didn’t realize that the circles of red glass in them would cast those “eyes” of reddish light on the opposite wall whenever the early morning sun would shine thru them. Every time I see them, I wonder to myself how many others notice them and have similar thoughts.
I left a few minutes early because I didn’t want to cross paths with a very naughty monkey who rented an apartment from one of my clients a number of years ago. I didn’t realize it was him seated several pews back until I happened to notice him in the corner of my eye. Let’s just say he to this day knows what kind of a mess he left, and walked away from it like a cat that crept in, crapped, and crept out feeling all the better. He was one of those males who treated his “buck” pickup truck like it was his first-born, but lived in that apartment like a wallowing pig. After getting a good look at him this morning, I’d say the years since he left that unit, have not been kind to him.
The bulk of my day was spent scrubbing my office floors and then heading outdoors to get a little yard work done. As much as I like all pine trees, the ones that are the most annoying are the Scotch Pines which seem to randomly drop their cones year-round, and if you have one that’s quite large, it’s capable of dropping as many as 10 full yard waste bags over a 12 month period, and since they’ve got harder cones, one has to keep them raked up before you even think about mowing because running over them with a mower makes for some nasty propellants which fly everywhere. My most favorite pine is the White Pine because they have soft needles and only drop their non-pricking cones in the Fall.
While out working in the yard, for the strangest reason, an acreage I sold some years ago popped into my mind which I believe to this day, being another one of those “cursed earth” sites. I dare not go into any great detail because my connection with that spot on this earth goes way back to when I was a small child, and in spite of my having only been there once in the dark of night, it left a life-long impression on me.
Reeling forward in time, I actually asked the seller at the time if an old house stood where a newer ranch was standing. Well, as chance would have it, that was the exact acreage I’d visited in the night many decades ago. How creepy is that? Well, I was told the “old house” burned down, and a newer one built over the top of that original foundation.
I ended up listing it, and later selling it to a single guy from out of State who decided to retire in North Iowa. Well, after another decade had passed, I heard thru the grapevine that the guy I sold it to, decided one day to blow his brains out while standing just outside his back door. Thank goodness I wasn’t called to go and list that acreage because there’s been a trail of tears associated with it for at least 60 or more years. There’s no doubt in my mind it all started when some serious family discord took place, and all of it being centered around the un-bridled greed of a family member who took advantage of his naive brother which caused many years of pain and suffering within that family. Yes, I do believe there are sites which absorb evil and subsequently affect those living on or near them.
While rummaging thru some saved articles, I happened to find a a prayer which was published nationally about twenty years ago and it reads as follows:
A Prayer For the World
Let the rain come and wash away ancient grudges,
the bitter hatreds held and nurtured over generations.
Let the rain wash away the memory of the hurt, the neglect.
Then let the sun come out and fill the sky with rainbows.
Let the warmth of the sun heal us wherever we are broken.
Let it burn away the fog so that we can see each other clearly,
so that we can see beyond labels, beyond accents, gender or skin color.
Let the warmth and brightness of the sun melt our selfishness, so that
we can share the joys and feel the sorrows of our neighbors.
And let the light of the sun be so strong that we will see all people as our neighbors.
Let the earth, nourished by rain, bring forth flowers to surround us with beauty.
And let the mountains teach our hearts to reach upward to Heaven.
Tonight’s One-liner is: Anger dwells only in the bosom of fools.