coast to the plantation this morning, first time since the big storm last Wednesday. Need to clean her up, what I did was the equivalent of riding her hard and putting her up wet. Pulled off the highway and snapped a quick pic, didn’t even get off the bike.
Proof positive that the sun rises no matter what and that it still rises in the east.
SU and I had a very nice evening. I made a big pot of hen, sausage and tasso gumbo when I got home. While that was cooking, we took a walk around the trailer park using the modified 1.25 mile route. There was enough of a nice breeze to keep us cool and knock a few of the mosquitoes away. Bud got a bit overheated so he jumped in the bayou for a drink and to cool off.
After our walk, we had a little gumbo. Very tasty, it’ll be even better today. Leftover gumbo, soups and chili are way better than fresh cooked. The flavors have time to meld into each other, I guess.
Then I played for awhile on the Taylor 810, it’s a sweet guitar. I’ll pick up Big Ugly, the Taylor 615 this afternoon; Jim called and said it was all ready to go with the K&K Pure Western installed.
Upgraded to WordPress 2.2.2, that was easy enough. Looks like all the plugins work without mods.
SU asked me if I would go to a nursing home with her before church Sunday and play a few hymns for the folks. Cool, I’m looking forward to that. It’s something I’ve been thinking about doing and just never got around to finding a place, I’m glad she did.
Why are people so afraid? I see it every day, everywhere. People are just plain scared of unknown things that they suspect might hurt them. It reminds me of the movies where mobs get out of control and lynch the wrong people. That is what I see happening on the political landscape every day. I don’t understand.
I did read my Bible this morning, just a short bit using one of the devotionals in Libronix. And once again, up crops another example of how to live as Christ. Can’t escape it!
The Way of Love
1 Corinthians 13:1-13 If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but I do not have love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. And if I have prophecy, and know all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have all faith so that I can remove mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give away everything I own, and if I give over my body in order to boast,ï»¿ï»¿ but do not have love, I receive no benefit.
Love is patient, love is kind, it is not envious. Love does not brag, it is not puffed up. It is not rude, it is not self-serving, it is not easily angered or resentful. It is not glad about injustice, but rejoices in the truth. It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
Love never ends. But if there are prophecies, they will be set aside; if there are tongues, they will cease; if there is knowledge, it will be set aside. For we know in part, and we prophesy in part, but when what is perfectï»¿ï»¿ comes, the partial will be set aside. When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. But when I became an adult,ï»¿ï»¿ I set aside childish ways. For now we see in a mirror indirectly,ï»¿ï»¿ but then we will see face to face. Now I know in part, but then I will know fully, just as I have been fully known. And now these three remain: faith, hope, and love. But the greatest of these is love.