Perfect It Aint

As the title indicates, perfect it aint. I'll rant and rave, maybe even curse once in a while. You are welcome to join me with your comments. At worst I'll just tear out the rest of my hair. At best, I may agree with you. Or maybe I'll just ignore it, because you know, perfect it aint!

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Location: Barboursville, Appalachia, United States

Retired, Financial and Management specialist, lived all over country, but for some reason, decided to retire to West Virginia (that's the new one, not the Richmond one). Please note that all material appearing on this blog is covered under my own personal copyright as creator, except those items appearing in the Comments that do not appear under the screen name of Tanstaafl or are attributed to others by citation. No license is intended or given to copy or redistribute anything appearing in this blog unless written permission is first obtained from the author.

Friday, October 23, 2009

Medical Update

For the two or three of you who may actually read the tripe I put out on this blog, here is the current medical on me.

Plans call for me to visit the Clinic two and a half-weeks from now for various tests and to get to know my surgeon. Depending upon the commercial availability of device(s) surgery could be done within two to six weeks after that date, or, if no commercial devices are available, within two weeks to six months after, depending upon how soon the Clinic can manufacture their own. To my knowledge, all my medical history is now in the hands of the surgeon so he knows exactly what to be looking for, but the visit is to enable him to meet me and direct what additional tests he may want to have done to see my entire condition. ( I plan to excise my third arm and the extra toes before I go, but I will under no circumstances destroy my second brain.)

Seriously, I look forward to getting on with it. The last time it made me feel ten to fifteen years younger and I am hopeful this one works just as well. I do not feel bad, but I know I have slowed down some physically within the past few years.

Tuesday, October 06, 2009

3:23 AM, OCTOBER 6, 2009

Good morning, God.

Thank you for allowing me another day.

Thank you for waking me up this morning so early, so that I have the opportunity to gaze upon the almost full moon shining so brightly through my window once again. Shining so brightly it almost seems like daylight, so brightly that I could almost read a book by its light.

Thank you for the autumn day promising a blue sky with white puffy clouds riding high above the trees just beginning to turn color.

And, to shift gears somewhat, thank you for allowing me to reflect upon why so many people seem to deny your existence, when it it clearly evident that you do exist and do bestow such proofs of your existence throughout the world.

They say that the proof is in the pudding, but I say the proof is in the mirror. I cannot understand how anyone can see the reflection of themselves in a mirror and continue to deny you. Can they not see that they are not the product of two or three clods being jostled together and suddenly life being created? As Robby the robot on "Lost in Space" would say, "That does not compute."

Science and God are not exclusive. How can either exist without the other? Someone, or something, created science. And science only proves the existence of God. Who do they think set up the rules of science, anyway? Only a mindforce ultimately far superior to anything mankind could ever comprehend could possibly create the blade of grass, the minnow in the pool, the squirrel in the tree tops and the walnut that he eats, the clear blue sky with those puffy white clouds.

Science prides itself on being able to reproduce the same result every time. Yet science admits to mutation when it is convenient. Can they not see that mutation is creation at work?

Scientists are generally not humble. They are prideful in their work and in their belief.

I am not prideful. I am humble before you, God. Your glory throughout the universe is clearly visible. I know that my own efforts could never produce a white puffy cloud in all its glory riding high above the earth. I could never create a blade of grass or a minnow, or a squirrel or a walnut.

I can take what you have created and alter it to a different state, but that is not creation. The raw life was there from the outset, created by you. And no effort of mine can create, only alter what has already been created.

And what do you ask of me?

You only ask that I love you.

For love includes obedience to your will, following your laws, exhorting others to do the same, and the multitude of other ways to show my love. Your direction of my life is not onerous to me.
I glory in your work.

I am not a perfect person, O, Lord. I have grave faults. Faults that are a part and parcel of my essence. But I try, Lord. I strive to overcome my natural disobedience. I do not always succeed in doing so. But I try.

Forgive me for not being perfect, Lord. As I go forth to face another day, be with me in all that I do. Give me the strength to strive with my fellow men to bring understanding to them--as well as to myself.

As do you, O, Lord, I will try to do my best.

Amen