On Saturday, Michele and I are going to the ABC's Gardening Australia at Caulfield. What's mum going to do? Go visit a friend. Am I a good gardener? Nope. Most of my plants die. But it is a bit like fishing. The fun is not in the results. It's in doing. Having a go even if we fail.
On another matter. Well, actually I have comment on this before. Now is the time to go out and buy shares. Lots of shares. Their cheap. Real cheap. I know a lot of people are going to lose a lot of money, but there is always a bright side. Shares will be cheap. Take Centro. Centro manage shopping centres here in The Great South Land. The other day, Centro shares could be purchased for 9 cents. That's low. Very low. Get a thousand dollars worth of shares. Wait for the price to go and one could be quite rich. OK, now some one is going to come along and pop my balloon. Oh, buy the way, did I ever tell you, among my many attributes, I am greedy?
Anyone keeping up with the Bible readings on St Lukes? Well, we in the book of Job. Poor Job got the real bad end of a discussion between God and Satan. Along the way he gained three friends. They decided to sit with him on the ash heap and scratch. Yep, you heard right. Scratch, with sea shells, no less. Pussy sores was the problem. Ouch. And smelly. That's smelly pussy sores mixed with ash and scratched with a sea shell! What's the aim of this exercise? To see if Job will curse God. He doesn't. That's the good news. Despite all that happens, God upholds and enables Job to put up with the rough end of the pineapple.
Today we are at Job 27 and 28. We are at a major change in the book. One easily lost. Up until now Job has been on his pity potty and his three friends have been doing their best to provoke him. It doesn't work. Well, actually I am wrong. It does work. Job is forced to defend himself instead of wallowing in a pit of self pity. "But "my lips will not speak wickedness, and my tongue will utter no deceit." That's excellent. My prayer would be that I would display the same grace as Job if I were to be placed in a similar situation. I am not sure I would. Go Job!
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