Now we see through a glass darkly

Now we see through a glass darkly
Helen Keller and her mother exemplified in the Miracle Worker

Sunday, June 7, 2020

Mercury and I broke my fridge thermometer

How many generations took their temperatures using a mercury thermometer?

Are we all mad hatters?

The way we learn is different.  the way we retain is different.  We are all as an earlier generation one moment close to losing it.  Some had fevers more and some had less fevers.  More or less mercury under the tongue and or in the rectum?  Why are we so unstable?  We know why

Goals for using this generation and socializing thsi generation of madness properly.  Perhaps God will allow us to inherit the earth in our resurrected bodies, because of the horrific reality of the racism and polution from the industrial revolution that we inherited.  

I think we did pretty good at cleaning some of the mess up that we inherited and we are mad hatters.  Perhaps we will be allowed to live into eternity with only part of our brains in tact.  i believe we will have all of our faculties restored when we find the tree of life.

I believe that our partiality allows us to see the puzzle that we are trying to put together.  If we weren’t mad we couldn’t see it.

Once God has used our crazed perceptions to find the impossible and then he will put our mercury poised brains back in our heads.  We are reaping generations of wrong thinking and we are also heaping data upon data, some useful information and some useless.  Our less mercurial children often help us sift out the unnecessary in their detail oriented perspectives.  

But I do believe that God has for us the answer for the puzzle right before our eyes and when we repent and turn he will hand it to us as a free gift.  Sometimes I see it as clear as if it is in front of me and then it vanishes in my darkened tunnel of unbelief!

jayne c walker's

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For the Birds?

For the Birds?
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Sparrow's Spring nest

Mr. and Mrs. Sparrow were caught, by me yesterday, shopping together for a new home. They flitted and flirted, just outside my window. Talking and discussing and lovingly disagreeing, if not arguing the benefits and the pitfalls of living at our house.
Mrs. Sparrow was very impressed with the 2 "ready made" nests hung outside our window. Mr. Sparrow hadn't even thought of them as "ready-made" nests. He used them for the provision of building materials for the private home that he had in mind in a surprise and hidden place. He doesn't like the openness, at all, of our porch. It's much too populated. When Mr. Sparrow gets it into his mind to give his sweet chicky a peck, he wants the freedom to do it without a bunch of younguns peeking over the nest to see what comes next.
Mrs. Sparrow was impressed that the porch was fully protected from hailstones. We all know what happened to a great many of last years' nests in that surprise hailstorm we had. Male birds seem to have a very short memory for storms. They have only one thing in mind in the nest building season... 03/09