Pass By

Waiting on the light on the convenient detour. Here be Lutherans.

Yeats spoke of the "profane perfection of mankind" and I've got that, if one believes this locus of Christian testimony is representative of near perfection in the least. Along with R Crumb's illustration of A Short History of America, I'm reminded of an episode of Curb Your Enthusiasm where Larry is lounging in his back yard, suddenly vexed by the sight of overhead wires disrupting the pleasure of living in a multi-million dollar house. A profane show indeed, but funny as all hell.

One of those things; no matter how good it gets, you can always find something to complain about. I think this is a bane of existence, the grass always greener; inadequacy. Not my problem.

Tonight in chapel before a Bible study class I was drawn to Ezra 10:4:

“Arise! For this matter is your responsibility,
but we will be with you; be courageous and act.”

and am thinking it through. Living in the world; part of it. Duties. Diplomacy. Authentic challenge. Good humor. Honor among rooks.

I'm posted at a bar posting. Cool. Tonic... hold the gin. Plenty lime.