This . . .
I was mowing the yard this evening on my riding mower. The front yard has a few steep places in it and one cliff. I managed to get my vertical a little to horizontal and rolled the mower over. The last time I had battery issues, I disconnected the switch that automatically turns the mower off if you come out of the seat. Not wanting a running mower to wind up on top of me, I jumped and rolled about three times to get out of the way of the mower which ended up upside down and still running with smoke from the oil billowing out everywhere signaling our new neighbors who were out in the yard with their kids and dogs that they had moved in next to an idiot.
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That . . .
I turned the mower off and managed to get it turned back upright as the new neighbors came over to meet me saying, "Are you alright?" which translates, are you stupid?
I answered, "Yes, I'm ok" which translates, yes, you have a stupid neighbor. Glad to meet you, welcome to the neighborhood.
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This is that . . .
I am sure that there is a lesson to be learned . . . something God would like to teach me from this episode of rolling in the grass with my mower. So far I have had no revelation knowledge spring up in my spirit. So help me out. What is the meaning of this real life parable?

This . . .
Sometimes I feel like a nut . . . You know, a radical believer in Jesus. Gun ho, wholehearted, Devil come out or I'm coming in after you, faster than a fiery dart, able to leap tall obsticals with a single prayer, full of love for Jesus, confident in his love for me, single minded, focused on the heart of God, eagerly pursuing all of his purposes, the fullness of his love overflowing into the lives of everyone I meet, radically in love with Jesus.
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That . . .
Sometimes I don't.
Jesus - don't let me drift too far. Keep me where you are. Where I will always be with you.
Truth is an arrow and the gate it is narrow - that it passes thru.
(Bob Dylan}
When you seem so far away, still I'm here to say, I am yours Lord. I am yours.
Have your way Lord, have your way.
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This is that . . .
My son Elliott is a nut today. I pray that he will always be one.
Elliott - take up your harpoon, seek and destroy that which is lost, and giggle away as you run into the forest. I love you.