There’s an old joke about a religious woman caught in a flood. The river keeps rising to the point that the woman is forced to seek refuge on the roof of her small home. She looks to the sky, clutches her Bible, and says, “oh Lord, if you could see it in your limitless benevolence to show mercy to an old woman like myself, I’d be eternally grateful.” In the middle of her praying, a Red Cross boat motors up to the home and the men offer to help the woman.
“No thank you, sonny. The Lord will rescue me.”
The river keeps rising and the woman is getting nervous. The water is reaching her knees. Shaking her Bible towards the heavens, she yells, “uh, Lord? I hate to bother you again but I could really use a hand here. Please help me so I can continue to do your work down here on Earth.” While she’s shaking her Bible, another boat motors up to the home and the men offer to help the woman.
“That’s very kind of you boys but I’ve spoken to the Lord and I have a ride coming.”
Things are getting perilous now. The water is approaching the woman’s shoulders and shows no sign of stopping. She defiantly holds her Bible above the water and shouts, “your mighty Omnipotence, have mercy upon an old woman and deliver me from the rising waters you have delivered upon the land.” Again, a boat approaches the woman and insists on bringing her to safety. But again, she refuses. The boat motors off and in a few minutes, the old woman drowns.
There is much consternation up in Heaven over this. The angels approach G-d and cry, “why didn’t you listen when your faithful servant cried out for help?”
“Not listen?” exclaims G-d. “I sent her 3 boats!”
I've wasted years trying to find the meaning of my life. Convinced I took a wrong turn at some point in the past, I've looked around and spent chunks of money hoping to find that one thing that will make me stop complaining all the time. But what if it already came? What if I've been looking too hard for some sign that I've found the answer—or that there is no answer and I'm on the right path already? So without that sign, I keep looking and occasionally find something that seems to be the answer. But then I don't act on it. It's as if the sign for which I'm looking is not only tangible, but needs to hit me on the head with a tangible baseball bat to get me to move. What's it going to take either to get me to make a move or stop looking?
|Overly dramatic portrayal|
of undiscovered law
I sucked at science so it's funny that I'm using it in an attempt to explain myself to myself.
It's obvious to me that something has to break. I think I've hit that point where I need to decide because the way I've been doing all these years doesn't seem to work. Then again, I made this decision a few weeks ago and am just now getting around to writing about it. So much for forward motion.
It's time for me to get off my ass. I haven't been able to do it yet, but I'm leaning forward and my feet are planted. Anyone who sees me would think that I'm getting ready to stand up. Or throw up. I need to work on my facial gestures.