I came upon a site in which a church policy was to use creative contextualization to enable all people to understand the Bible. A couple of groups were cited: explaining some message to young children as opposed to senior citizens. Now I am wondering exactly what is so difficult about the stealing and false witnessing (lying) part? It’s simple, straight-forward. Also referenced were different eras. Frankly, I cannot understand why it has to be discussed in more relevant terms because we are now in a modern culture.

I mean, lying is wrong. Stealing is wrong.

Do unto others as you would have them do unto you. Am I terribly dense or is does that say just what it means. Just basic Christian values; you know, doing the right thing even though you’d like to have all the chocolate pie for yourself.

I don’t know, but I am considering the idea that anyone who thinks such things need to be explained or made relevant may not be far from justifying doing the wrong thing because times/circumstance/situations are different now.

This has nothing to do with any recent discussions about Christianity I may or may not have had; it has everything to do with my coming across a church website in which core values were outlined. When you use jargon such as creative contextualization, it seems so ironic you’re talking about making things clear. Heavens to Betsey, saying Splitting the Atom is pretty darn clear and that’s talking about nuclear physics. Creative Contextualization seems like the type of phrase you find in the infamous fine print.

Look HERE. It’s the Hooked on Houses website and it is about an Idaho lodge for sale, complete with guest cabins and natural hot springs that heat the house.

I’m not posting a picture that stares me in the face because that would just turn my hazel eyes green every time I logged in here.

I was rummaging through my purse yesterday and found a card for a doctor’s appointment on October 8th. Ack! Ack! Rats! and Drat! That’s this coming Wednesday. Oh, like I really want to go. I didn’t kick the table leg, but I felt like it. A nice little mini-tantrum.

And, if that wasn’t enough drama yesterday, I slipped leaning over the open trunk and smacked my healing ribs into the car’s upper bumper. It wasn’t too bad, but it was a reminder. Maybe I should have just passed that major Stouffer sale up . . . Well, at least it doesn’t take much lifting to put a Salmon and Basil Stouffer entrée into the microwave.

I just looked at the fine print at the bottom of my draft post and now realize my posts are being dated one hour earlier – because, apparently, the Internet thinks I am in an Indiana county that keeps Chicago time. In the past, this would have triggered at Daylight Savings Time in the far western Eastern Time Zone. Today, you get a sigh.

Oddly interestedly is that one of those old posts – Fast Time/Slow Time – attracts weird commentors and periodically I have to trash them. The English used is not natural and the comment usually invites me to view some website, which I do not do.

Rose says I’m boring her, so, okay, see ya later.