A digital commonplace for a Regular Guy called Charlie Pharis
Who Ever Would Have Thought…?
Seems the Pope did something amazing in his Christmas Eve service. He talked about…gasp!…
…JESUS!
Love this line from Reuters…
“‘You come to bring us peace. You are our peace,’ he said in a homily that was mostly of religious content, recalling the birth of Jesus in Bethlehem.”
What did they expect? A recap on the college bowl season?!?!
Who Ever Would Have Thought…?
Seems the Pope did something amazing in his Christmas Eve service. He talked about…gasp!…
…JESUS!
Love this line from Reuters…
“‘You come to bring us peace. You are our peace,’ he said in a homily that was mostly of religious content, recalling the birth of Jesus in Bethlehem.”
What did they expect? A recap on the college bowl season?!?!
Haunted…
Marley.
The Ghost of Christmas-Past.
The Ghost of Christmas-Present.
The Ghost of Christmas-Future.
The Ghost of Christmas-That-Never-Is-What-You-Think-It-Will-Be…
Haunted…
Marley.
The Ghost of Christmas-Past.
The Ghost of Christmas-Present.
The Ghost of Christmas-Future.
The Ghost of Christmas-That-Never-Is-What-You-Think-It-Will-Be…
Holiday Party?
OK, OK! I admit it! I want to go to a holiday party!
Not one of those”all-church” put-on-a-happy-sappy-face, Rudolph-and-Santa-and-Frosty-sweaters, Christmas-tree-socks kind of affairs. I mean a party!
Where people dress up. Stylish. Classy.
Where good conversation and good food abound.
Where people aren’t trying to impress others with how “holy” they are.
I mean a gathering that’s just about having a big time.
I mean where the kind of stuff on the Starbucks “A Merry Affair” CD is playing in the background. Where Diana Krall wishes me a merry Christmas. Where Charles Brown tells the world he’ll be home for Christmas. Where Ray Charles tries to convince Betty Carter that it’s cold outside. Where Mel Torme offers a simple phrase to kids from 1 to 92. Where Jim Brickman and George Winston back up a gourmet dinner.
Real glasses. Real china. Real silver.
No plastic cups. No paper plates. No throwaway utensils.
Cool little hors d’oeuvres. Festive little toothpick thingies.
Where candles sparkle. Where the tasteful Christmas tree twinkles.
A grown-up Christmas party, I guess.
Where real laughter is heard.
Where I steal a little “smacky-do” standing under the mistletoe with my wife. Where she looks like a million bucks in a little black dress.
OK, pinch me! I guess I’ll make do at the church-wide brunch this Sunday!
Holiday Party?
OK, OK! I admit it! I want to go to a holiday party!
Not one of those”all-church” put-on-a-happy-sappy-face, Rudolph-and-Santa-and-Frosty-sweaters, Christmas-tree-socks kind of affairs. I mean a party!
Where people dress up. Stylish. Classy.
Where good conversation and good food abound.
Where people aren’t trying to impress others with how “holy” they are.
I mean a gathering that’s just about having a big time.
I mean where the kind of stuff on the Starbucks “A Merry Affair” CD is playing in the background. Where Diana Krall wishes me a merry Christmas. Where Charles Brown tells the world he’ll be home for Christmas. Where Ray Charles tries to convince Betty Carter that it’s cold outside. Where Mel Torme offers a simple phrase to kids from 1 to 92. Where Jim Brickman and George Winston back up a gourmet dinner.
Real glasses. Real china. Real silver.
No plastic cups. No paper plates. No throwaway utensils.
Cool little hors d’oeuvres. Festive little toothpick thingies.
Where candles sparkle. Where the tasteful Christmas tree twinkles.
A grown-up Christmas party, I guess.
Where real laughter is heard.
Where I steal a little “smacky-do” standing under the mistletoe with my wife. Where she looks like a million bucks in a little black dress.
OK, pinch me! I guess I’ll make do at the church-wide brunch this Sunday!
“There is a saying that the church should be two feet outside the gates of hell. We set it up two feet inside.”
I saw this story about God’s Rolling Thunder in the Atlanta Journal-Constitution.
They meet right down the road from us, and a couple of our folks have started attending there.
Interestingly, some of our other folks are a little “put out” with this expression of “church.”
Maybe it’s because the God’s Rolling Thunder bunch is making a real diiference, without all the pretense. Just a thought…
“There is a saying that the church should be two feet outside the gates of hell. We set it up two feet inside.”
I saw this story about God’s Rolling Thunder in the Atlanta Journal-Constitution.
They meet right down the road from us, and a couple of our folks have started attending there.
Interestingly, some of our other folks are a little “put out” with this expression of “church.”
Maybe it’s because the God’s Rolling Thunder bunch is making a real diiference, without all the pretense. Just a thought…
Lusting…
My wireless phone contract runs out soon, and I’m looking at options. Maybe like this…
But I’m reminded of what a couple of people have said in regard to PDA’s. One said, “I’d love to have one, but I’d probably lay it down somewhere and forget it.” Another said, “I can’t even remember to write down stuff in my Day-Timer. Why would I want to pay that much for something I won’t use?” But perhaps my favorite PDA-related comment is:
“Why do I need one of those? I’ve got my wife, she knows everything in the world, and comes with automatic reminders!”
Good call!
Lusting…
My wireless phone contract runs out soon, and I’m looking at options. Maybe like this…
But I’m reminded of what a couple of people have said in regard to PDA’s. One said, “I’d love to have one, but I’d probably lay it down somewhere and forget it.” Another said, “I can’t even remember to write down stuff in my Day-Timer. Why would I want to pay that much for something I won’t use?” But perhaps my favorite PDA-related comment is:
“Why do I need one of those? I’ve got my wife, she knows everything in the world, and comes with automatic reminders!”
Good call!