Churned Butter

I’m sitting here looking out my window, listening the Willie’s Roadhouse and thinking again.  Warmed by the sun and feel good country songs, I’m sipping my tea and thinking pleasant thoughts. You see my life has been fully lived and the abundance of blessings I have received is humbling. At present it is difficult to think I could have any complaints. Because I don’t.

Yet often my mind turns to others and my butter gets churned. “How can they think that way?” I ask. Did God forget to give them sense? And even for the ones that have it, I would think they would get tired of visiting the ole Hangover Tavern? You know, that place that promises a solution to their problems, but ends up just making them feel sick. Then there are those friends with whom I mostly agree, but on certain matters cause me discomfort or even distress. (Why again are we friends?) For now the view out my window seems a much better friend, especially when it’s sunny in Montana.

But then again there are people who would for sure have their troubles solved if they would only follow my advise. The kind of advise I’m convinced they have been told time and time again. Advice like, learn to be kind, communicate well, and develop some skills and these will make your living not so hard; and stop depending on politicians and judges for your happiness; stop jumping on every popular race baited bandwagon; and for your own sake start reading your bible everyday, your worldview will change for the better.

These truths go for christians too! These christians, are actually my biggest source of consternation. You know the ones I am thinking about. She’s the blue blood who thinks President Trumps twitter feed is too base and reposts “woke” criticisms by that progressive Christian News feed. She’s hoping the President will be replaced by the radical left’s puppet, “Sleepy Joe.” The guy who she hopes will bring the civility of a type of Obama in exchange for expanding antithetical Christian doctrines and postmodern liberal theology. All because to her, “feelings” are more important than policies.

In unmuted defense there were also times in my life when I was unable to find the scent and continue chase. I hope and pray this is her case too (“she/her” is figurative, not a real person). For I too have been wayward, and at one time very lost lost.

Recently, I have found disconnecting from our television, radio broadcasts, and even avoiding many Facebook posts refreshing. While here I am writing on social media, it would probably do you best to stop reading and follow my example rather than continue reading; you know I’m right! I know I’m right!

But for our gluttonous desire to be “in touch” and learn all we can about the ways of the world I find more desirable getting up early, reading my bible, attending church, doing some physical work, eating well, being kind to my neighbor, having some fun, and loving on my wife is a healthy way to live. So not knowing what is being promoted minute by minute by the media is living life blissfully ignorant.

Still, I cannot help imagining what the media is portraying about Trump. Don’t tell me! But I can be almost certain they are talking about his racist behavior, incompetence, about his response to coronavirus, or about his upcoming “stupid” rally. You noticed, I could not imaging anything other than what they are saying about Trump. He is their obsession. It is their goal to ruin him. And this is all that is being promoted in the news. It is why I have shut them off!

My Morning- Not The News

With a sharp aim there can be another way. If we read our bibles and pray for our friends and enemies, well, then you would know it’s wrong of them to do this evil and forgiveness is a healing balm. And how wrong it is to dwell on such things? God, I think, wants us to live a quiet and peaceful life, He actually wants us to be clueless about some matters. Today this is exactly what I’m doing. It’s time to go haul some brush, eat some pizza, visit some friends, love on my wife, and thank God for my  family and my many blessings.

2 thoughts on “Churned Butter

  1. Veronica Olson

    I used to me the one poor me and not see what was in front of me. I have been very blessed my whole life. I think this pandemic is for everyone to slow down and see what they have and understand what people don’t have. When Bob moved north I was sad and waisted a lot of time being frustrated and upset. Here I had two places to live. Some have none. I have a lot to do around the house because of my husband’s illness and taking care of him. Then I thought I am glad that I can move around and do these things. I enjoy your blogs. Thank you

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    1. You are wonderful! And I think your Bob knows it! This Bob does! Many blessings, one was knowing you, I wish we could have one more skate! I remember those days so well! Great memories.

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