The Sabbath

Probably one of the silliest debates ever is: which day is the Sabbath? Friday night? Saturday? Sunday? Shouldn't we treat every day as the Sabbath, as a sacred day? I heard an idea the other day I hadn't heard before. What if God rested after the sixth day and is still resting today? Now it's up to us to care for creation and for each other. I think we should live every day like it's Sunday (or Saturday or Friday night). Why live a holier life on one day rather than another? Every day is created by God, is a blessing from God, is a gift from God, and we should be grateful for it. Actually, come to think of it, we should live every day like it's Thanksgiving.

Patriotism is in the eye of the beholder

How come Republicans know how to make people sound unpatriotic if they don't support a (Republican) president, but Democrats don't know how to make people sound un-American if they hope a (Democratic) president fails? 

Death to the Death Penalty

New Mexico has just outlawed the death penalty. Thank God. What a barbaric practice. I don't understand how people can believe the government can't do anything right EXCEPT kill prisoners. Huh? The government isn't the solution, the government is the problem, EXCEPT when it comes to the death penalty. Really? What if the government kills the wrong person? Oh, but the government can't make a mistake, ya know, except for its response to Hurricane Katrina and those missing WMDs, but that's it. It's not that I don't sympathize with victims of crimes, I do. I just think a life sentence with no possibility of parole is a harsher punishment and a more redemptive one. I wish Timothy McVeigh were still alive, in a cell wallpapered with pictures of every one of his victims in the Oklahoma City Federal Building bombing, so he'd go to bed and wake up with them staring him in the face. Then, maybe, one day he would recognize the error of his ways and seek forgiveness. 

Is it just me?

Is it just me or does it seem like we're way too busy? I catch myself sometimes driving, cellphoning, eating and writing myself a note. Yikes! Then I wake up from my busyness and say: stop! I was hit from behind a year or so ago, while driving, by someone I think was distracted by busyness. We are often bogged down by busyness. How do we instead become steeped in the spirit? Is it just me or do you wonder the same thing?