Yesterday, I drove to church with Rice-Boy Larry. We struck up a conversation along the way.
I said, “What do you think about going back to America?”
He shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t care one way or the other.”
“You must have some feeling on the matter. It’s a huge step.”
He looked at me. “I consider myself a Korean. I like this
country a lot. But I also like the United States, too.”
I sighed heavily. “That’s kind of weird. I thought I would
be the one who wanted to stay in Korea. However, now I’m dying to go home, and
you’re the one who wants to maintain the status quo.”
“I’m easy. Do what you like.”
“What about your mother? What should we do with her? In
Texas, I won’t be able to afford a psychiatrist.”
“You’re right. Mom’s a nut. But I can deal with her.” There
was a long pregnant pause before he spoke again. “You’re a magnet for nutcases.
All the crazy people I’ve met in the past want to be your friend. You’re too
nice. You need to learn how to set up boundaries.”
We got the church a few minutes early and took a seat in the
back. We always sit in the rear. I don’t know why. Then the praise team sang
for a good 30 minutes. Usually, I complain because 30 minutes is just too long.
However, I’m trying to stand as much as possible these days. Why? In the future, I might
have a gig where I’m required to be on my feet ten hours a day. So I might as
well start practicing now.
Anyway, the pastor’s sermon revolved around the prophet Isaiah.
My pastor believes that Christ’s second coming is right around the corner. He
points to all the wars and earthquakes that are currently plaguing our world. He says that these tragedies are the birthing pains
that Jesus alluded to in the gospels. However, wars and earthquakes have been ubiquitous throughout human history. Don’t get me wrong. I firmly believe in my heart that Christ
will return to set up his kingdom here on earth. Yet the timeline is completely
up to God. It’s his show, and I’m not here to tell him what to do.
We got home at 4 p.m., and I watched the UFC on my computer.
This week’s fight card was a tad dull. That’s the thing about cage fighting.
Some matches are great and will be forever burned in my memory. But most of the
time, the fights are forgettable. With that said, I’m waiting with baited
breath for Jon Jones versus Cyril Gane. It should be an exciting war. I simply pray that Jon will avoid legal troubles this time around.
I switched on Netflix and tried to view a film called The
Possession of Hanna Grace. However, I started getting scared and turned it
off. Sometimes, I’m a real sissy…especially when it comes to Lucifer. The devil
scares the living shit out of me. I’m one of those nuts who actually believes
in demons, and the last thing I want to do is inadvertently invite some
diabolical spirit into my life. Things are tough enough without having to deal
with that nonsense.
I finally went to bed at 10 p.m. I slept like the dead.
Did You Know
ReplyDelete40 thousand years ago, the gray wolfs began to domesticate humans.
Wolfs cant take down a wooly mammoth, so they used the humans to do it for them. The humans discarded chunks of beast and the wolfs ate it all up like bandats.
But the wolfs wanted even more. They decided to reduce humans consumsion of meats. So the wolfs began encouraging humans to take up farming. That way humans would eat rices and wheats and milk and cheese and vegentables, comprising a larger portion of the diet.
Which means more meat for the wolfs. Which were now become dogs. And humans pass laws to protect them. And humans take the dogs to the vetinarions. And take the dogs on walks where the human picks up the dogs poop for them.
Humans are the dogs bitches now. But it has taken 40 thousand years for the dogs to tame them and make them servants.
Thanks for sharing. But I've got to get back to planet Earth. Cheers.
DeleteI can relate. I find I am increasingly uncomfortable with movies that depict demonic activity. Threw away my DVD of The Exorcist. I think it was John Wayne who observed that life is tough, but it's tougher when you're stupid or demon possessed.
ReplyDeleteI agree, Mr. Jetson.
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