The story that has captivated the world for the past few days began only 6 short miles from our house. I remember feeling so sad for the family while at the same time angry at their stupidity for creating circumstances that would allow a 6 yr old boy to fly 50 miles from home at heights of 20,000 ft. Of course that all pales in comparison to the truth surfacing now – that it was all a hoax. Now my heart breaks for those 3 kids. That their parents are so narcissistic. That their dad may be abusive to his wife. That they may lose their kids to the state for their actions. That their parents Richard and Mayumi Heene may go to prison. All in the pursuit of fame and money.
No boy - just hot air
When I was younger people used to surprise me at the evil that they were capable of, but now nothing surprises me. I know anyone, anywhere at anytime is capable of the most heinous evil not even imaginable. Unless people believe and subscribe to a moral idea outside of themselves there is no lasting restraint available. We either live for ourselves or we live for God. Even Mr. T doesn’t have enough pity for those two fools.
WHO would have though 15-20 years ago one would need to budget for their coffee consumption? Who in their right mind would think anyone would pay $3.50 for a coffee? God Bless America!
You know, I expect to be over-charged and pay $3.50 for my mocha habit at Starbucks. What I don’t expect and what gives me an awkward tinge of guilty heartburn is paying $3.75 for a smaller size at my church coffee shop. Yes, I belong to one of those cool, trendy churches that actually has a cafe’ on its premises. That aside, where is the tenet of generosity of our faith when my wallet is hijacked by the looting horde of mocha’s, caramel macchiatos and green tea lattes? Of course I know I don’t have to succumb to the temptation, but if you want to go there, should the church be in the business of tempting me to begin with? It’s an unholy alliance from top to bottom! Especially when you consider they charge $1 a donut! Remember the days when coffee and donuts were free after the service? Well I do. It was at our old church. Makes me think, maybe competition isn’t so bad after all. Now I shall retire to repent of my sins.
What would Jesus do?