I’ve almost always had this thing that if I have something on my mind it’s difficult to calm my eye lids if I close my eyes. I’ve learned to clear my head at night to prevent this from happening when I try to sleep. This can also be a nuisance when praying in public. “Everyone close your eye.” OK… do I close them and deal with the fluttering, give my divided attention and keep them calm, or keep them open (stair at the ground, my hands, ceiling, the speaker)? To absorb what I’m listening to, keeping my eyes open tends to be the most efficient way. Worshiping falls into the same process. If I’m to totally get into worshiping I need to get up and walk around. Usually in the back of the room. It’s just what I feel I need to do. Standing idly feels incomplete for me. I need to break out and reach out.
I was thinking about these commonality on Wednesday, and came up with this; My body/conscious is telling me that I need to open my eyes and do it! Do what? What ever God is calling me to do at moment. Eyes open so that I may listen, get up, and go.
Jack. Proof of evolution? Maybe. We’ve all seen some kind of advertisement for Jack In The Box with the big-headed spokesman. He seems like a typical business man once you look past the ginormous noggin, painted on face, and yellow cone hat. Or, is he? He could hold the secrets of evolution at it’s finest. While he’s busy away making difficult marketing decisions for one of the biggest American fast-food restaurant he’s probably oblivious to the magnificent transformation his ancestors have been through. Not too long ago the Jack lineage was confined to a small colorful box with a crank on the side. To evolve from a mire metallic spring to legs and feet is remarkable. The advancement for speech is truly something to be in awe of. But remember, not too much “aw” now. **
Banana In Pajamas was an epic* Australian kid show that only some people know about. This wasn’t just any normal kid show with a purple dinosaur* and crazy singing runts. They were giant bananas who never seemed to break there laziness to change into day clothes. You guys are so lazy. But really, who am I to criticize the attire of man sized bananas from down under…ummm what?. Since we rarely get to see the full story of our favorite TV characters, it got me wondering… if they ARE bananas were they green, bitter, and hard to separate when they were just baby bananas? Will they grow brown spots, get mushy, and start to attract flies? Good questions, I know. Maybe even a hint of spiffyfulness*? Ok, a little over overboard with that last one. Ok, focus Diz! Bananas In Pajamas. Banaaanaaas In Pajaaamaas. Or, B.I.P. hmmm…no focus. Ok, I’ve also have wondered if they’re cannibals. Even auto-cannibalistic. Would you eat yourself if you were a banana?
I guess I’ve been looking for this piece of flint for a while. Or maybe I AM the flint. I just needed to be hit hard enough to spark this flame of a blog beginning. A bloginning. My bloginning…awesome. Which segways nicely to my first thought.
Why is it that if your new pair of Nikes are terrific you’re stoked, but if they are at all terrible there’s something wrong? **If awesome is having some “aw” and awful is being full of “aw”, I bet you’re worse and worse off the more “aw” you have. I’d just try to avoid too much of it. Whatever it is.
The other day I decided that the Jolly Green Giant and Santa Claus are one in the same. During one of the big green guy’s commercials I heard the clumsy fool slip and chuckle “ho ho ho.” Got ya, sucka!!! Ok, what’s Christmas’ official colors? Red and green, right? Saint Nick is clad in red, with his alter ego very suspiciously in green. Has anyone seen a Green Giant commercial during Christmas time? He’s too busy taking care of errands at the north pole. You may ask, “Diz, how can your theory be true when they are obviously very different colors and sizes?” And, I would say, “That might be a little racist, and how does he get down those chimneys in the first place? Magic*. Remember, Ronald McDonald believes. And, I hope you do. You’ll always have a friend wearing big red shoes!”
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