Words never uttered...from the animal kingdom:
Fish: "I'm thirsty."
Cow: "That hamburger looks good."
Snail: "It all happened so fast."
Eagle: "No thanks. I'd rather walk."
Vulture: "Gross! I'm not eating that!"
Snake: "Hey, look! A guy with a hoe. I wonder if he's friendly."
Porcupine: "That was the best massage I ever got."
Cat: "I hope Jamie wants to play 'fetch' today!"
Alligator: "What! No salad bar?"
Turkey: "I love November."
Salmon: "I'll be back."
Armadillo, Opossum, Rabbit, & Turtle: "Always look both ways before crossing the road."
Words never uttered...from me:
"May I please have a pickle?"
"Oh boy! Algebra!"
"I wish I had a cat."
"I wonder what's on HG tv."
"Alright! Golf AND Nascar on tv at the same time! Cool!"
"I'll be back right after I get an earring and highlights."
"Fishing? Nah, I'm too tired."
"I only feel like preaching ten minutes today."
Words never uttered...from Biblical characters:
Adam to Eve: "Oh yeah? I'll have you know there are PLENTY of women who find me attractive!"
Eve to Adam: "Honey, I wouldn't eat that if I were you."
Noah (before the ark): "I've always dreamed of operating a zoo."
Noah (after the ark): "We sure could use some rain."
Abraham: "Sodom seems like a nice place to raise a family."
Lazarus: "I don't believe in miracles."
Satan: "You really need to think this through."
Jesus: "I could probably help you get to heaven. Or you could try one of those other guys. Either way."
God: "I changed my mind. I don't love you any more."
Perry Crisp
(Okay, so I admit. My quiet time got a little off-track this morning)
Showing posts with label God's love. Show all posts
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Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Nose Prose
I have a big nose. There. I said it. It' snot a family trait. Oops. It's not a family trait. It isn't big because I wiggled it too many times. It isn't a compensation for big fingers. My nose is big because of a diving accident.
In my early teens, our community swimming pool had an awesome diving board. It was so limber, it would almost touch the water when you pushed off. Like most pools, this one had a deep end, a shallow end, and a slope bridging the two.
Back in those pre-frivolous lawsuit days, it was no big deal if the lifeguard forgot to put the rope across the pool with the little white and blue kegs on it to mark the division between the deep and shallow ends. The day my nose got bigger, the rope was curled up, taking a nap in the pump house.
The broken-nose dive was quite a beautiful swan dive. I hit the board hard, sprung high, spread my wings, pointed my toes, threw my head back, and flew...and flew...and flew. Beyond the deep end. I entered the water and met the upward slope of the bottom of the pool.
Concrete met bone. Concrete won.
I pug-nosed the bottom of the pool. It was bad. I looked like I had been chasing parked cars.The nose bone broke, flattened, and widened. The bleeding eventually stopped. The swelling and bruises slowly disappeared. But the bone has remained the same.
I considered surgery until I found out what it was called: Rhinoplasty! Really? Is that necessary? Isn't it bad enough to have a big nose without having to be compared to a rhinoceros? If they are kind enough to come up with "liposuction" and "tummy tuck," instead of...nevermind. You get the point.
I'm comfortable with the scenter of my face...no matter how much facial real estate it occupies. Besides, it was a beautiful dive worthy of an ESPN highlight reel... If only we'd had film back then...or TV...or electricity.
That dive taught me some important lessons: 1) Feel free to dive, but remember there's a bottom. 2) Keep arms extended upon entry and hands ready to meet the bottom of the pool.
Unless...
Unless you are soul-diving into the pool of God's grace. In that case, feel free to spring high and dive straight down with no concern for the bottom. There isn't one. Same with the pool of God's love. No bottom. Dive deep!
How do I know? I've been to the cross and found grace and love immeasurable. The more you realize the amount of love and grace it took for God to send His Son to die for your sins, the easier it will be to convince you of the infinite nature of it.
It's as plain as the nose on your face...or even mine.
Perry Crisp
In my early teens, our community swimming pool had an awesome diving board. It was so limber, it would almost touch the water when you pushed off. Like most pools, this one had a deep end, a shallow end, and a slope bridging the two.
Back in those pre-frivolous lawsuit days, it was no big deal if the lifeguard forgot to put the rope across the pool with the little white and blue kegs on it to mark the division between the deep and shallow ends. The day my nose got bigger, the rope was curled up, taking a nap in the pump house.
The broken-nose dive was quite a beautiful swan dive. I hit the board hard, sprung high, spread my wings, pointed my toes, threw my head back, and flew...and flew...and flew. Beyond the deep end. I entered the water and met the upward slope of the bottom of the pool.
Concrete met bone. Concrete won.
I pug-nosed the bottom of the pool. It was bad. I looked like I had been chasing parked cars.The nose bone broke, flattened, and widened. The bleeding eventually stopped. The swelling and bruises slowly disappeared. But the bone has remained the same.
I considered surgery until I found out what it was called: Rhinoplasty! Really? Is that necessary? Isn't it bad enough to have a big nose without having to be compared to a rhinoceros? If they are kind enough to come up with "liposuction" and "tummy tuck," instead of...nevermind. You get the point.
I'm comfortable with the scenter of my face...no matter how much facial real estate it occupies. Besides, it was a beautiful dive worthy of an ESPN highlight reel... If only we'd had film back then...or TV...or electricity.
That dive taught me some important lessons: 1) Feel free to dive, but remember there's a bottom. 2) Keep arms extended upon entry and hands ready to meet the bottom of the pool.
Unless...
Unless you are soul-diving into the pool of God's grace. In that case, feel free to spring high and dive straight down with no concern for the bottom. There isn't one. Same with the pool of God's love. No bottom. Dive deep!
How do I know? I've been to the cross and found grace and love immeasurable. The more you realize the amount of love and grace it took for God to send His Son to die for your sins, the easier it will be to convince you of the infinite nature of it.
It's as plain as the nose on your face...or even mine.
Perry Crisp
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