More than just cousins were Miss Lolly Gag and Dawdle Idly. Best friends they were with much in common. Where one lollied the other was sure to dawdle. What they didn't lackadaisically waste, they most certainly fruitlessly dis-labored. Any time and always seemed a good time to procrastinate. And the one thing they procrastinated most about was spiritual life. After all, thought required effort, and effort to Lolly Gag and Dawdle Idly was unthinkable. And my oh my, how the time flew by... to that faithless day when one gagged, while the other idled...
And it came to pass in an opulent sky box at a certain super football game in a wildly super arena that Lolly and Dawdle had much bet on the underdog. And in the final countdown Lolly's team scored the winning touchdown, just as she half swallowed a generous chunk of Cajun chicken wing. In her windpipe it did lodge, but screaming drunken fans, including best friend Dawdle, failed to comprehend Lolly's frantic dance was with death, not celebration. Then, as Lolly gagged, as she turned first blue then dark purple, her last dance stopped. Lolly stood dreadfully still amongst the writhing revelers.
Dawdle turned to see her BFF, see her eyes cross, see the body of Lolly take a backward stiff as a board swan dive. Dawdle tried to grab her, but only succeeded in falling forward herself. And as Lolly hit the floor on her back with a horrible smack, her lungs violently compressed their oxygen depleted air. Like a bullet on a mission that chunk of spicy Cajun chicken dislodged and shot out of Lolly's mouth straight into the left eye ball of a still falling Dawdle...
At the hospital Dawdle lay in a bed. "We are not quite sure," the Nurse said, "whether your left eye will see again."
In reply, Dawdle only smiled, turned head, and with her one good eye did see in bed across the room her BFF. Dawdle reached out to hold the hand of Lolly, not realizing her one eyed depth perception would take some getting use to. Too far away lay Lolly, but even with cracked ribs she reached out to Dawdle. The Nurse smiled and pushed Dawdle's bed closer. And Lolly and Dawdle held hands...
Three Sundays later, hands reverently holding Holy Bibles in laps, Lolly and Dawdle sat in church. They listened to the Pastor speak of the disciples fishing all night long with nets on the Sea of Galilee and catching nothing; until the resurrected Christ Jesus appeared on the shore and called out to them as recorded in John 21:6 KJ, "And he said unto them, Cast the net on the right side of the ship, and ye shall find. They cast therefore, and now they were not able to draw it for the multitude of fishes"
And Lolly and Dawdle did the unthinkable: put forth effort and thought as the Pastor taught: "As Jesus spoke to the disciples from shore, so does he speak to us today from heaven. Some sitting in this very church today have led a life that is but a dark night in which over and over again they have cast their net on the wrong side of the boat. The wrong side of the boat, the wrong side of life, where only emptiness is caught. Perhaps some sitting here have even been recently reminded of how short life is. That no one is guaranteed another breath, not even another beat of the heart. Today, to you, do you hear Jesus calling, calling: 'Cast the net on the right side of the ship, and ye shall find.' Find repentance and forgiveness; find redemption and salvation; find abundant life, even life eternal; and find love and find peace: all found in Jesus."
And that very morning Lolly and Dawdle found their NBFF (New Best Friend Forever)... JESUS...
Jesus speaks as recorded in John 15:12-13 KJ, "12)This is my commandment, That ye love one another, as I have loved you. 13)Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends."
Postscripts for the studious: Mark 9:47; Hebrews 12:6; Acts 9: 1-20...
Allegory & Scripture
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Friday, January 24, 2014
Thursday, January 9, 2014
WAKE UP DREAMING
The apple is nice, but in this world of spice is sliced caramelized in butter and brown sugar, dusted with nutmeg and cinnamon, and baked till golden atop dough of kolache. So does the mouth water for the knowledge of oven warm forbidden apple kolache, beside tall cool glass of sweet cream milk. So swam waking, lip smacking dream; so was the life stream of one Juan John Paulo, beloved son of Manuel Janacek Paulo and Ana Chen Paulo.
"Wake now, my little Juan John a-litto," Ana yanked the covers away. "School day," Ana sang, "Juan John a-litto, he is one Juan John a-litto... Juan John a-littooooo... Juan John a-littooo..."
Juan John moaned, grabbed too late at soft covers gone. "Mom! I am eighteen years old! Stop treating me like a kid! You are going to drive the other two-thirds of me into being Chinese!"
Oh, my poor Juan John Janacek Chen Paulo... how did you know?" The eyes of Ana flashed.
The aroma of sauteed cabbage assaulted the nostrils of Juan John, "Noooo! Not egg rolls for breakfast again!"
On the way to school Juan John mulled cultural diversification, "Who am I? My DNA got tossed into a blender and pureed."
At Learning Tree High School, observing the multitude of other teens in the hallway, Juan John avoided not the next thought perplexing, "Where have all the white people gone? For that matter where are the black people? Brown or yellow people, where are they? Who is anybody anymore?"
Finger through belt loop tugged Juan John round, eye to eye with amber eyed girlfriend. "Juan John," Missy began, "troubled brow betrays that the subject of our little talk last night, your cultural meltdown, continues."
"Egg rolls!" Juan John complained.
"What?" Missy drew a perplexed look of her own.
"Egg rolls for breakfast again, and I don't mean the homemade kind either. Frozen! Nuked! Egg rolls! For breakfast!" Juan John spat.
"First of all..." Missy started...
"Yeah, I know how many folks round the world would just be grateful for something warm to eat." Juan John rolled eyes.
"You did't?" You did! You rolled your eyes at me!" Missy feigned anger, giggled, took his chin in the palm of her hand, returned his eyes to hers. "Rolled those beautiful eyes at me, one sapphire blue, one ruby green, so beautiful. That's it! Your eyes, people still tease you about your eyes??"
"Not so much tease or make fun of, but stare. They try not to look, but end up starring, like I'm some kind a mutated freak. Blue, green, brown, aqua maroon, who cares, as long as both eyes are the same color. I just want to be like everybody else. Or no I don't, cause everybody else is a mutt too. Am I confused or what?" Juan John wondered, repeated, "Or what?"
"Or," Missy caressed his cheek with the back of her fingers. "Or," she pulled his ear to her lips. "Or," she whispered, "they might just admire you, and your beautiful eyes, like I do..." Missy reflected, hinted soft threat, "Although, they better not."
Missy paused, made the most of Juan John's undivided attention. "My precious Juan John Paulo, even with beautiful eyes of different colors through which to see, how do you not see how blessed you are? You get to celebrate throughout the year many cultures, that our Heavenly Father has blessed you with. Just thank Him in Jesus name."
No matter the color of the eyes... how seen what is seen... is key to color...
See in love one another... See in love our Creator above... Who loves His flowers... His morning and sunset skies... His people of rainbow colors... (Genesis 1:26)
John 3:16 KJ, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life."
Allegory & Scripture
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"Wake now, my little Juan John a-litto," Ana yanked the covers away. "School day," Ana sang, "Juan John a-litto, he is one Juan John a-litto... Juan John a-littooooo... Juan John a-littooo..."
Juan John moaned, grabbed too late at soft covers gone. "Mom! I am eighteen years old! Stop treating me like a kid! You are going to drive the other two-thirds of me into being Chinese!"
Oh, my poor Juan John Janacek Chen Paulo... how did you know?" The eyes of Ana flashed.
The aroma of sauteed cabbage assaulted the nostrils of Juan John, "Noooo! Not egg rolls for breakfast again!"
On the way to school Juan John mulled cultural diversification, "Who am I? My DNA got tossed into a blender and pureed."
At Learning Tree High School, observing the multitude of other teens in the hallway, Juan John avoided not the next thought perplexing, "Where have all the white people gone? For that matter where are the black people? Brown or yellow people, where are they? Who is anybody anymore?"
Finger through belt loop tugged Juan John round, eye to eye with amber eyed girlfriend. "Juan John," Missy began, "troubled brow betrays that the subject of our little talk last night, your cultural meltdown, continues."
"Egg rolls!" Juan John complained.
"What?" Missy drew a perplexed look of her own.
"Egg rolls for breakfast again, and I don't mean the homemade kind either. Frozen! Nuked! Egg rolls! For breakfast!" Juan John spat.
"First of all..." Missy started...
"Yeah, I know how many folks round the world would just be grateful for something warm to eat." Juan John rolled eyes.
"You did't?" You did! You rolled your eyes at me!" Missy feigned anger, giggled, took his chin in the palm of her hand, returned his eyes to hers. "Rolled those beautiful eyes at me, one sapphire blue, one ruby green, so beautiful. That's it! Your eyes, people still tease you about your eyes??"
"Not so much tease or make fun of, but stare. They try not to look, but end up starring, like I'm some kind a mutated freak. Blue, green, brown, aqua maroon, who cares, as long as both eyes are the same color. I just want to be like everybody else. Or no I don't, cause everybody else is a mutt too. Am I confused or what?" Juan John wondered, repeated, "Or what?"
"Or," Missy caressed his cheek with the back of her fingers. "Or," she pulled his ear to her lips. "Or," she whispered, "they might just admire you, and your beautiful eyes, like I do..." Missy reflected, hinted soft threat, "Although, they better not."
Missy paused, made the most of Juan John's undivided attention. "My precious Juan John Paulo, even with beautiful eyes of different colors through which to see, how do you not see how blessed you are? You get to celebrate throughout the year many cultures, that our Heavenly Father has blessed you with. Just thank Him in Jesus name."
No matter the color of the eyes... how seen what is seen... is key to color...
See in love one another... See in love our Creator above... Who loves His flowers... His morning and sunset skies... His people of rainbow colors... (Genesis 1:26)
John 3:16 KJ, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life."
Allegory & Scripture
pawpawcorner.blogspot.com
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