The “AYEs” have it…!

24 May


“Blessed is the man who finds wisdom, the man who gains understanding, for she is more profitable than silver and yields better returns than gold. She is more precious than rubies; nothing you desire can compare with her. Long life is in her right hand; in her left hand are riches and honor. Her ways are pleasant ways, and all her paths are peace. She is a tree of life to those who embrace her; those who lay hold of her will be blessed.”
(Prov. 3:13-18)

SPR: How incredible these words from the Sage about “she”–wisdom. What, in our culture, in this day and age, is worth more than silver, or gold, or precious gems? Long life is almost a given for more people than ever with our advances in so many aspects of life. Yet, it is not hard to realize how “the mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation.” (Thoreau, “Walden”, Ch 1 (“Economy”)) We can easily see the same empty ache in eyes that Thoreau witnessed 158 years ago. The wisdom and understanding God offers can lead to lives of honor and peace. Wisdom is the gift that is “a tree of life”–growing and blossoming and giving life.

Holy Spirit, give us a desire to seek your Wisdom, and a thirsty soul to drink it in like one lost in the desert. May the special blessing of that insight lead us to Jesus. Amen.

Our passage from Proverbs speaks of pleasant ways, as well as pathways of peace. I sure could have used a little of that today. Beauty & I ventured back to the eye surgeon for my next experience in the world of “You’re going to do WHAT?”

I have been wondering why my (kind of) good eye reads text and sees it level. My recently-repaired eye reads text and sees it on a diagonal. “Oh, that’s the detached retina,” the doctor said, meaning the previously-detached retina. Nothing further.

My eye has a little edema, and the best way to deal with it, apparently, is with a big needle. Personally, I think it is clearly overkill.

After they put in the one numbing drop, I offered to let them put in another four or five. They didn’t. During a nice talk with the surgeon, I realized she was going to do the deed right then and there. The chair reclined, and off we went. I asked if I could close my eyes. Don’t laugh; you’d ask, too! The doctor explained it would probably be a good idea if she could see where she was supposed to stick the needle. At least I got to look to the side, instead of right at “it” coming. I thought it was the giant syringe in the 1957 movie, “The Amazing Colossal Man”. Thankfully, there was very little pain. It was a little odd, ‘though, when–after it was in my eye–she moved it side to side.

begins tomorrow afternoon!

Come by Coalinga’s Olsen Park and say ‘Hello’!


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