Well, I have been through one rotation of blogging, cleaning and knitting, and spent some time visiting with Guitar Guy. That was fun, because it’s been a long time since we’ve been able to just sit and chat. Now it is time to blog again. Here’s what I have discovered so far today:
Blogging is still fun.
Cleaning is boring but satisfying.
You shouldn’t put a purl turning round on a rib to stockinette toboggan.
I do a pretty fair baritone on O Holy Night. Yep, I know that’s a male voice part, but I sing it way lower than an alto would.
You can pick up a whole plate of nachos at one time and eat them like a tostada if you don’t separate the chips before you nuke them.
Knowing you are living righteously can do a whole lot of good for your spiritual health savings account when confronted with the news that you are the town ho and have been for years. I have one thing to say to that: Matthew 5:10-12 Blessed are they which are persecuted for righteousness’ sake: for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. Blessed are ye, when men shall revile you, and persecute you, and shall say all manner of evil against you falsely, for my sake. Rejoice, and be exceeding glad: for great is your reward in heaven: for so persecuted they the prophets which were before you.
One more: Matthew 7:6 Give not that which is holy unto the dogs, neither cast ye your pearls before swine, lest they trample them under their feet, and turn again and rend you.
And another: James 1:26 If any man among you seem to be religious, and bridleth not his tongue, but deceiveth his own heart, this man’s religion is vain.
And finally: John 15: 12 This is my commandment, That ye love one another, as I have loved you.
When I was in glee club in high school, O Holy Night was my big number.
Unfortunately, I sang it, I am told, like a love song.
I suppose it COULD be a love song, but generally people want the dramatic over the tender relative to that song.
Somehow I get the feeling you are the kind of person who would sing O Holy Night romantically.
If you are, I encourage you to continue. I’ve taken enough flak for the both of us.