Day: September 7, 2017

One Time


A miracle. After reading what I wrote yesterday, that’s what a friend of mine wrote. Maybe we’ll get a miracle. I replied that miracles take work. And, that work is good. That’s about all I know. Miracles. Hope. Faith. All the rest. They take work. I learned that when I was a young child in school. Catholic school. What did they say? “Faith without work is dead.” I’ve forgotten all of the rest. So, when I read on Facebook, that a friend of mine who lives in Florida was going to deal with the impending Hurricane Irma by staying home and meditating, I was reminded of this old joke that floated around after Hurricane Katrina. See what I did there? It goes like this. After the levees broke, a guy was trapped on his roof. A guy came by with a canoe. “He said, hop on. I’ll get you out of here.” The guy on the roof said, “No. I’m a Christian and I’m praying for God’s intervention.” The flood waters rose. A guy came …