Finding the gateway to peace wide open, I overcame my fear and walked right past the terrors. I’ve been here ever since.
B. Unabashed Christian:
Holy One,
We sing “Into my heart, come into my heart, Lord Jesus.”
Then we devote our lives to cramming our hearts and minds with garbage.
Perhaps we should begin by singing “Empty my heart…”
Amen
C. Un-quoting Jesus:
“… and right above the altar, a stained-glass image of me praying.”
[No, I can't find it anywhere in the Gospels.]
D. Blog: Mall Times
In the center of our nearest mall, a clock rests in a high metal archway that also holds the name of the mall. Several months ago, the clock stopped. It still shows the time, only at 12:05 am and pm. I suppose it is accurate more often than most clocks or watches or computers. They might go for months at a time without revealing anything but the approximate time.
The mall management does nothing to fix its prominent clock. Perhaps the idea is that shoppers should not worry about the time, or that time stands still while we shop, or we need not be concerned – we will find time for what we need to do… Instead of calling this mall by its formal name, we’ve given it a nickname: The 12:05 Mall.
In something of a contrast, however, stores in the mall seem to want to rush time. So, for instance, soon after July 4th, those sale signs came down, and up went the “End of Summer Sale” signs. Rest assured, summer definitely did not end in mid-July in my neighborhood! And now, September 14 as I write this, I see signs that announce the “Final Fall Savings.” I feel like Rip Van Winkle – somehow I missed fall this year…
But I’m planning ahead. By Thanksgiving I should put away the ice scraper and snow shovel.
I think if I could choose between the different takes on time, I’d take the stopped clock rather than the fast-forward calendar.
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