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Lessons In Perspective—From a Mosquito!

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mosquitoGood or bad often depends on your perspective.

I was dive-bombed by a mosquito in the middle of the night not long ago. The loudest noise in the world is the silence that follows that “eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. “ Is he on me or on her?” you ask yourself. When I’m awakened in the middle of the night my brain works even stranger than normal.

I knew what I felt about the situation but I began to wonder how mosquitos might feel about their nocturnal feeding sprees.

What if mosquitos had television (MTV=Mosquito Television)? And what if they made a documentary? Continue reading →

Are You Smarter Than a Bug?

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If you find yourself bopping your brains out, you might want to look and see if there are any window panes in front of you.

I’m always happy to find something dumber than I am, so I really enjoyed watching wasps crash against window panes when I was a kid.

Somehow my sensitive young mind couldn’t grasp why these insects couldn’t see that the bottom half of the window was open. The front door stood open also, because it was hot outside.

And the wasp? “Crash! Crash! Crash!” Instead of flying away, he kept bopping against the part of the window that wasn’t open. He was persistent, I’ll give him that.

I also imagine he must have been knocked goofy after a couple of bangs against the window.

Sometimes I would even (carefully) try to help him by knocking him away from the window pane so that he could see more opportunities to escape. As often as not, though, he’d zip back to the same place.

“Bang, bang, bang.” Continue reading →

The Dog-meat Story

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We all tell ourselves stories each day. We act on those stories. Make sure they are faith-filled and uplifting.

Little Johnny (name changed to protect the guilty) was the terror of children’s church. Ricky, our children’s director struggled to control this unruly four-year old. He wasn’t mean, but he certainly disrupted the program.

One Sunday while the others were leaving, Ricky confronted the little fellow. “Johnny, why are you like this?”

“It’s a long story,” Johnny responded.

“I’ve got time.”

“Well, you see when I was little I was walking on the rails of a railroad track. I fell and knock a hunk of meat out of my leg and they replaced it with dog meat. It’s the dog meat that makes me act like that.”

“Okaaay.” Continue reading →