Day H year A

 So we are at the end of January. Next week we have a holiday on Waitangi Day.

This is a time when "Kings go campaigning" (2 Sam 11:1). It's to do with the New Year. If you lived in the time of King David you might 'massacre the Ammonites" and lay siege to Rabbah. Some of the things in the Bible are fairly raunchy. Like real life. While the army is out fighting King David stays home and gets turned on by Bathsheba, wife of Uriah, when he sees her in the bath. He has her sent for and takes her to bed, as you do. It's hard to tell if Uriah finds out but David has him put at the front of an attack and killed just in case.

I hear Fr Rowan D has behaved dispicably too. My friend S says he was a 'class mate'. Of course I dont remember. 

I can hear RBB sighing and muttering "That's why I don't believe in religions".

Truth is that we are all sinners. To say sin doesn't exist is to express an opinion. But opinions don't carry much weight. We need to reference an authority. Both the secular and religious worlds have authorities. In the secular the authority is the 'law of the land' (Peter might think of a better description). In the Christian religion we have the ten commandments and the teachings of Christ. I think the secular and religious are closely related; the first evolving from the other. To argue that there is no sin is to imply that there is no crime. Of course that is stupid thinking.

That's not a bad blog considering when I reclined on my leather couch I considered not writing this post due to insufficient material.

Have fun and don't commit a crime.

Day G year A

 Would you light a lamp and put it under your bed? Jesus didn't think you would. He suggested using a lamp stand. Though I would use a lamp stand in the lounge and put the lamp on a bed side cabinet. I think he is saying we need to shine brightly. We need to be grateful for how far God has brought us. 

When I went to church yesterday to say some prayers a woman indicated I should follow her. She took me to her car and opened the boot. Inside was a new wheel cover she couldn't work out how to fit. I played around a bit then eventually read the instructions. The wire needed to go on the inside and into 'A' and 'E' slots. I soon had it fitted and secured it with a couple of ties. 

I went into the church and opened the app that plays the divine mercy prayers while she fluffed around with some flowers near the alter before leaving. Having prayed along with the app I then opened the rosary app but it was stuck on the 3rd sorrowful mystery. So I just prayed along thinking of Jesus wearing a crown of thorns. The next mystery was of him carrying a cross. Then finally being crucified. The more astute of you might say that is only three decades and you would be right. To make up for it I prayed the first two Glorious mysteries.

Evidently wearing a crown of thorns would be agonizing because there are major nerves that run around the head and face.

 It would send spasms of intense pain all around the face. Anyone with neuropathic conditions knows what I mean. I sometimes get it in the feet and it is unrelenting and non stoppable agony. 

Better go .... have fun but don't sin.

Day F year A

 Who's Cathy Brown? Evidently she was my flat mate! I'm sure the boys will fill me in on Friday. RBB gave me a one hour window to accept his offer of a ride. That's OK I'll just bowl in after work about 2pm under my own steam. I've nothing planned on Friday except picking up my new glasses. Not that I really need them; I'm hoping they might just sharpen things a bit especially when driving.

Have you got a marriage license? I was thinking yesterday that life would be a lot easier if we had a license to marry , like a driver's licence or passport. Everybody seems so confused about who is married or who can. Many Catholics don't realize that they can only marry another Catholic. Now don't start yelling at me and writing angry blogs. It's the truth! A baptized Catholic can only marry another  baptized catholic without special permission from the bishop. That is just a fact. That sounds simple but it quickly gets very complicated with hundreds of permutations. If every Catholic just got a license saying that they are 'clear' to get married or be married in the Catholic Church things would be easier.  Of course if you have renounced your baptismal vows then it doesn't matter because your conscience is free ... good luck.

I lost my cool at a meeting yesterday. A wannabe supervisor called a meeting! Yes, just another cleaner calls a meeting on 'company' time. I thought maybe it was a union thing.But no, she wanted to complain about the real supervisor, who I get along with very well. She started using plurals like 'we' and 'our' so I interrupted her and said she wasn't talking for me so please use 'I'. She rattled on about her completely distorted view of why there was a mix up over relief while two cleaners were off work. She tried to make out that she had authority because the manager had asked her to assemble a few electrical appliances for 'tagging'. I said I'd been asked to do the same thing and didn't get a big head over it and start lording it over the other staff. Eventually she started talking in a foreign language which four of the six at the meeting spoke. I listened patiently for a while with no idea what she was saying then raised my hands and said that we are in New Zealand and we speak English and then walked out. So it goes.

Have fun and get that marriage license sorted.

Day E year A

 Magandang Umaga.

I did a good practise last evening. I really only practise three pieces.

Haydn Cello Concerto in D

Haydn Violin concerto in G

Le Stregghe: Danse de Sorcieres. N Paganini in D Major.

I play the Cello Concerto from memory. I need to memorize the Paganini and its variations too.

I have no gigs coming up. Not that I want any. 

I had a great weekend with L. We are planning a two week trip to her home in the Phillipines in May/June. 

Peto-one Ponderer sent me a message on Sunday evening saying she had seen a picture of Jesus that had a resemblance to me. I bought it yesterday for $29.

Better go. 

Have fun boys but don't sin as the priest said to the school children departing for holidays.

Day D, year A

 Just got back from reading the blogs. RBB had posted his on his front door and TC on the notice board in New World, Thorndon.

RBB said There is really no way that you can show someone that their religious beliefs are a load of nonsense.RBB has made two false assumptions . Can you see them. 

TC started a tale about a man taking a shopping trolley to buy some booze but then left us hanging in the air. He had might as well tell us he wore shoes and socks!

I've had a wonderful weekend with my darling; but sadly have to take her home today. I'm very blessed to have such a great friend.

Maybe I'll take some photos to post tomorrow.

Remember: There is really no way you can show someone that their atheism is based on a load of nonsense.

Day C, year A

 Just read the blogs. Poor old RBB is awfully confused about the nature of God. He seems to think God is part of his own creation! Of course the rest of us know that is silly. TC is making school boy jokes about the Chinese and has realized suddenly that mutli level houses are not a good idea for the aging. 

I'm trying to clean up Sue's laptop by installing an upgrade to Norton. But it has frozen and says "internal error". That's helpful. 

I'm driving up to Feilding in a couple of hours. I had a good night's sleep so shouldn't find it too tiring; unlike RBB's grandchildren who are find him tiring 'I tiring...'.

I'm not mentioning anything about our loving Creator, lest a couple of twits make fun. 

That's all. Follow the world, or pick up your cross.

Day B

 No blog from RBB this morning. He must have 'buggered off' again. Actually I just say that because if I don't blog for a few days he says I'v gone again! TC has blogged about a dizzy trumpet player. All those old jazz dudes sound the same to me. I bet he's glad to have escaped from Northland with all that flooding up there.

I have a day off tomorrow to pick up my sweet heart. I'll drop her back Sunday. I enjoy taking her out shopping and to cafes. If its nice weather I promised to take her for a drive around the Wellington bays and buy ice creams. She says she likes that as her ex never did!

Here Robert goes to make another coffee. RBB loses interest and flicks over to The Curmudgeon. But TC hasn't blogged because a group of roudy musicians kept him awake. 

Robert thinks about today's Gospel Mark 3 7-12. One part is curious: " And the unclean spirits would fall down before him and shout "You are the Son of God". But he warned them strongly not to make him known!"

I think Jesus wanted to keep it quiet to avoid being carted off to prison by the high Priests. He called himself "the son of Man" in an ironic twist. Apart from the apostles the only other person he seems to have told was Ciaphus on good Friday "Are you the son of God?" he asked. Jesus replied "You say I am". I don't understand it. Maybe RBB will explain in a blog. 

Well that's all from me. I'm off to cook an egg on toast. Evidently as we get older we need to eat more protein because our muscles atrophy. The video said over 75s need to eat like athletes. It recommended exercising at home rather than walking too as many doctors say walking wears out cartalige and bones.

Right I'm off...Jesus is the Son of God.