"When one's only noteworthy trait is invisibility, who notices? Sure, I might be indescript, but that also makes me undefinable, and undefinable equals unique. So, I cope. I cope a lot. When alone, you cope; you pray in Jesus name... and then you are not alone. And I am not complaining, because God takes care of me." Milo frequently thought out loud on the elevator.
"And you are telling me this why?" Stern feminine voice asked, added, "I am complaining because I do not know you!"
"Sorry," Milo had forgotten, he was not alone. He had not meant to unease the grey dress suit clad lady beside him in the elevator. "With my luck she is probably the new Dean of Science," he silently stressed to himself. At least he thought he had said it silently; he stressed all the more. He stared at the floor the rest of the trip up to third floor Theoretical Physics gig.
In the hall Milo wondered, "Why is she following me?" And follow him she did right into classroom and sat on mid front row facing him as he took laptop from tote to table top. Milo looked around. He was early. No one else was there, just him and her, her and him. He stared straight into her eyes. Too long, he stared straight into her eyes.
The lady stood. Unblinking and staring right back she strode up to and around his desk. In eye to eye austerity she stated, "I am Dr. Kimberly J. Jacek, your new Dean of Science."
"Oh no, sorry," was all Milo had.
"You are sorry that I am the new Dean of Science?" Kimberley raised eyebrow.
"Yes... no... sorry," Thru wire rimmed glasses the eyes of Milo found floor again.
"You know what I think, Milo? You are Professor Milo Merus, are you not? Kimberly leaned threateningly forward over the shorter man.
Milo winced, answered not a word; concentrated on becoming one with the unfeeling cold floor.
Kimberly leaned closer. "Milo... Milo... I know you are in there, Milo."
Milo could not speak. He and floor neared oneness.
"Milo," the lips of Kimberley whispered in his ear, "do you remember on the elevator I said: I am complaining because I do not know you. Well, I meant it. I want to know you, Milo. You see, I have a thing for short bespectacled math nerds who talk to themselves on elevators... who are humble... and who pray..."
"Sometimes fogged up spectacles are needed to see clearly the prayer answered," Milo extrapolated out loud.
Psalm 37:11 + Matthew 5:5 = Philippians 4:13
What is in a name? Our characters take a bow: Milo Merus: mild & pure; Kimberley Jacek: a royal fortress of good report.
Saturday, May 31, 2014
Tuesday, May 27, 2014
TOO OFTEN SELDOM
"Too often seldom is life a self-cleaning oven," Ashley whined.
With lashes a flutter the eyes of Pepa rolled to the back of her skull. "If I wasn't driving, I'd put fingers in both ears," she moaned in her mind, rolled eyes to road, said, "Oh Ashley, if your kitchen needs spiffing up, just say so. I can help." On the way back from the mall Pepa concentrated on not audibly grinding teeth after three non-stop whiney hours.
"Not the point," Ashley groaned.
"Oh, you mean like: how many dreams does it take to make a lifetime?" Pepa tried to upbeat metaphors, too late realizing the error of choice.
"My life is no dream!" Ashley barked.
"Why can you not just lighten up?" Pepa pleaded.
"Go with the flow?" Ashley nasalfied reply, as only Ashley could.
"At least flow," Pepa wasn't kidding.
"Flow? Flow! I don't flow because too often seldom any dream I ever had ended up in anything but flames. That's why I don't flow!" Ashley tiraded.
"Ashley Anne Pule, you know that is not true!" Pepa teetered on cheerleader gone rogue.
"Nooo!" Extreme nasalification had returned. "Nooooooo! Well I wish my brain was a computer, then you could just flip thru each file of failure." The smug smile of the ungrateful ungraced the face of Ashley.
"Surely some, at least one of your life dreams must have come true," Pepa took one more stab at pepper-upper, as she steered SUV into Ashley's driveway of doom.
"Well, I must admit you got me there, Pepa. Yes, some of my dreams have come true... if you count nightmares!" A strange sense of self-satisfaction radiated from Ashley's face.
Pepa laid head on hands on steering wheel. Slowly her head rose. Her wide teeth bearing grin and crazy eyes startled Ashley.
"That's it!" Pepa seethed.
"Pepa, you are frightening me." Ashley was not kidding.
The fangs of Pepa spit venom, "You think you are the only one? The only one who too often seldom rises any higher than a snakes belly in a wagon rut!"
"Sorry," Ashley gasped, morphed to tears, then full blown sobbing.
"Great," Pepa pounded forehead into the back of her hands on steering wheel, repeated, "just great!"
Ashley sobbed. She sobbed really good; sobbed like the pro she was, then sobbed some more; cranked up the volume along the way, managed to slobber out, "Too... too often seldom does anybody ever love me..." Tears without levee flooded.
Head on steering wheel, Pepa reached for and pulled door latch. She slid feet out door onto that driveway of doom. Round the SUV to passenger door, Pepa walked the fine line between strangulating or hugging Ashley. Pepa opened the crying door, put hands round Ashley's throat, with thumbs under chin she tilted Ashley's face up to hers... and softly asked, "Everybody hates you?"
"Yes," Ashley sobbed.
"Nobody likes you?" Pepa asked.
"No... nobody," Ashley bawled.
"Only one thing to do," Pepa nodded.
"Yes," Ashley slowed to mid weep, nodded too.
"Only one thing we can do," the gentle fingers of Pepa wiped tears from the cheeks of Ashley.
"Only one thing," Ashley punctuated too often seldom ray of hope with sniffle.
"Come on," Pepa helped Ashley out of seat... "Come on Sweetie..." Pepa soothed. Arms round friend she helped her to home's door... And over threshold into dark room they passed...
The lights flashed... Joyful voices sang, "Nobody likes you, everybody hates you, your gonna eat some wor-er-erms... Big fat juicy ones, itsy bitsy squishy ones, see how they wiggle and squir-ir-irm..."
The eyes of Ashley filled with an enormous chocolate cake in the shape of a bucket; and out of that open bucket forty gummy worms squirmed; and on its side in white frosting were iced the numbers 4 and 0... as well as the letters EAT WORMS ASHLEY...
...And the ashes of too often seldom... were washed away gone...
Sometimes folks murmur in the wilderness for 40 years before they see the promised land... See they were loved all along... Be a friend... Lead someone to Jesus today... John 15:12-17
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With lashes a flutter the eyes of Pepa rolled to the back of her skull. "If I wasn't driving, I'd put fingers in both ears," she moaned in her mind, rolled eyes to road, said, "Oh Ashley, if your kitchen needs spiffing up, just say so. I can help." On the way back from the mall Pepa concentrated on not audibly grinding teeth after three non-stop whiney hours.
"Not the point," Ashley groaned.
"Oh, you mean like: how many dreams does it take to make a lifetime?" Pepa tried to upbeat metaphors, too late realizing the error of choice.
"My life is no dream!" Ashley barked.
"Why can you not just lighten up?" Pepa pleaded.
"Go with the flow?" Ashley nasalfied reply, as only Ashley could.
"At least flow," Pepa wasn't kidding.
"Flow? Flow! I don't flow because too often seldom any dream I ever had ended up in anything but flames. That's why I don't flow!" Ashley tiraded.
"Ashley Anne Pule, you know that is not true!" Pepa teetered on cheerleader gone rogue.
"Nooo!" Extreme nasalification had returned. "Nooooooo! Well I wish my brain was a computer, then you could just flip thru each file of failure." The smug smile of the ungrateful ungraced the face of Ashley.
"Surely some, at least one of your life dreams must have come true," Pepa took one more stab at pepper-upper, as she steered SUV into Ashley's driveway of doom.
"Well, I must admit you got me there, Pepa. Yes, some of my dreams have come true... if you count nightmares!" A strange sense of self-satisfaction radiated from Ashley's face.
Pepa laid head on hands on steering wheel. Slowly her head rose. Her wide teeth bearing grin and crazy eyes startled Ashley.
"That's it!" Pepa seethed.
"Pepa, you are frightening me." Ashley was not kidding.
The fangs of Pepa spit venom, "You think you are the only one? The only one who too often seldom rises any higher than a snakes belly in a wagon rut!"
"Sorry," Ashley gasped, morphed to tears, then full blown sobbing.
"Great," Pepa pounded forehead into the back of her hands on steering wheel, repeated, "just great!"
Ashley sobbed. She sobbed really good; sobbed like the pro she was, then sobbed some more; cranked up the volume along the way, managed to slobber out, "Too... too often seldom does anybody ever love me..." Tears without levee flooded.
Head on steering wheel, Pepa reached for and pulled door latch. She slid feet out door onto that driveway of doom. Round the SUV to passenger door, Pepa walked the fine line between strangulating or hugging Ashley. Pepa opened the crying door, put hands round Ashley's throat, with thumbs under chin she tilted Ashley's face up to hers... and softly asked, "Everybody hates you?"
"Yes," Ashley sobbed.
"Nobody likes you?" Pepa asked.
"No... nobody," Ashley bawled.
"Only one thing to do," Pepa nodded.
"Yes," Ashley slowed to mid weep, nodded too.
"Only one thing we can do," the gentle fingers of Pepa wiped tears from the cheeks of Ashley.
"Only one thing," Ashley punctuated too often seldom ray of hope with sniffle.
"Come on," Pepa helped Ashley out of seat... "Come on Sweetie..." Pepa soothed. Arms round friend she helped her to home's door... And over threshold into dark room they passed...
The lights flashed... Joyful voices sang, "Nobody likes you, everybody hates you, your gonna eat some wor-er-erms... Big fat juicy ones, itsy bitsy squishy ones, see how they wiggle and squir-ir-irm..."
The eyes of Ashley filled with an enormous chocolate cake in the shape of a bucket; and out of that open bucket forty gummy worms squirmed; and on its side in white frosting were iced the numbers 4 and 0... as well as the letters EAT WORMS ASHLEY...
...And the ashes of too often seldom... were washed away gone...
Sometimes folks murmur in the wilderness for 40 years before they see the promised land... See they were loved all along... Be a friend... Lead someone to Jesus today... John 15:12-17
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Monday, May 12, 2014
LIKELY AS NOT
"Likely as not a smidge of a tad is not a lot," Amy's lips sang next salted glass rim.
"He is married!" Midge warned.
"So, just a taste," Amy licked salted rim.
"Kelsy is our host, our friend! How could you even think of hurting her?" Midge sighed.
"See, George makes you breath heavy too. That's it! You want him too!" Amy teased.
"Amy!" Midge just shook her head.
"Amy wants," she purred, dark eyes following her prey across crowded room. Her long red finger nails strummed, clinked margarita glass. "Let the pouncing begin."
The elbow of Midge found the table. The palm of her hand found her forehead. "Dear Lord in the name of Jesus please give George the wisdom to handle this," Midge prayed.
"Time wasted... is time gone..." Amy was gone... to the huddle...
"My knee still kills me on rainy days," George half laughed to old football teammates Les and Mike.
Amy slid under George's arm, her left arm round his waste in back, her right hand resting low on his abs. "What cha doing, boys?" Amy cooed.
"Temptation beckons," Mike grinned, took a sip of lust envy from glass.
"Purrrdee... done gone too far..." Les did not look away.
George looked down at the flower in the shade of his arm. From his face a smile of kindness glowed. "Do we bear thorns, little rose? Likely as not a smidge of a tad is not a lot... yet too much..."
"How, how did you know I said that???" ...The heart of Amy stung... yet grew...
Likely as not infidelity is more than a smidge of a tad stereo sin... The strange lips of adultery, the stray lips of idolatry are sweeter than honey comb, smoother than olive oil; but the end is bitter, the two edged sword sharp... Wisdom... Proverbs chapter 5...
Stay close to your spouse... Stay closer to Jesus...
"He is married!" Midge warned.
"So, just a taste," Amy licked salted rim.
"Kelsy is our host, our friend! How could you even think of hurting her?" Midge sighed.
"See, George makes you breath heavy too. That's it! You want him too!" Amy teased.
"Amy!" Midge just shook her head.
"Amy wants," she purred, dark eyes following her prey across crowded room. Her long red finger nails strummed, clinked margarita glass. "Let the pouncing begin."
The elbow of Midge found the table. The palm of her hand found her forehead. "Dear Lord in the name of Jesus please give George the wisdom to handle this," Midge prayed.
"Time wasted... is time gone..." Amy was gone... to the huddle...
"My knee still kills me on rainy days," George half laughed to old football teammates Les and Mike.
Amy slid under George's arm, her left arm round his waste in back, her right hand resting low on his abs. "What cha doing, boys?" Amy cooed.
"Temptation beckons," Mike grinned, took a sip of lust envy from glass.
"Purrrdee... done gone too far..." Les did not look away.
George looked down at the flower in the shade of his arm. From his face a smile of kindness glowed. "Do we bear thorns, little rose? Likely as not a smidge of a tad is not a lot... yet too much..."
"How, how did you know I said that???" ...The heart of Amy stung... yet grew...
Likely as not infidelity is more than a smidge of a tad stereo sin... The strange lips of adultery, the stray lips of idolatry are sweeter than honey comb, smoother than olive oil; but the end is bitter, the two edged sword sharp... Wisdom... Proverbs chapter 5...
Stay close to your spouse... Stay closer to Jesus...
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