The beautiful thing about this evening is that the sun shone as sky water poured down from the heavens like silver, cooling silver at that. What a great result, and perhaps a parable if you care to draw it. But this important mind blog's about country life in Texas. So here's a tractor.
All ready to mow, and here's some cars.
Check out the 1940s Ford roadsters, an '81 'vette and, under wraps, a '71 Camino. Neat, right? At least I think so, and so did their owner. They were his dream cars.
But remember, punters, there's no luggage racks on the back of hearse. Christ says as much, "Put not your trust in earthly treasure which moth and rust consume." Again, "Labor not for the food which perishes but that which endures for everlasting life." Something like that.
And what a sad exchange, to swap out eternity for the fools' gold of the present moment. Saying that, I'm rather looking forward to an island; all can visit, but only some can stay in the Big House, others will have to live "onna beach." Just the way it is.
Sermon over,
LSP
Good sermon.
ReplyDeleteRaining while the sun is shining? Standard issue here in Ireland. I've been driving with sunglasses on and the wipers going more times than I care to remember. Of course that's why Ireland has so many rainbows and leprechauns.
ReplyDeleteUntil you're called to the big house, you might enjoy some Jay Leno's Garage on youtube. Hot Rods to supercars.
ReplyDeleteDon't tell me the hildebeast gets to lounge on the beach. Maybe the sand will be white hot.
Thanks, Ed, I appreciate it.
ReplyDeleteI'm a bit jealous, T! Mind you, I get to shoot pistols and ARs etc, so there is that.
ReplyDeleteI'll check it out, Kid.
ReplyDeleteAnd Killery's not allowed on the island but if she were, yes, WHITE HOT sand.