Partially Settled Vagabonds

Those dern Yankees...

On one of the stained-glass windows of the Armstrong Browning Library at Baylor, the words "God is in his heaven, all is right with the world" are inscribed. I've always thought this was just a little too optimistic. Not much of anything is right with the world. I think it might be better for the library to have "The rain falls on the just and the unjust" instead. But there are certain times in memory when all does feel right with the world. I remember quoting that particular passage to dad the day after I proposed to Margaret (and she accepted). I also felt that way on May 7th of this year, the day after I got a letter from Princeton Theological Seminary. And, I'm thinking all might just be right with the world tonight. I'm too tired to stay up to see the outcome, but at this point the Boston Red Sox are leading the Yankees 6-1. I'm not much of a baseball fan, but I am a fan of the underdog. Years of pulling for Baylor football has taught me how to be one of these. As a result, I'm continuously pulling against the teams that always win (unless the Spurs win all the time). If the Red Sox can hang on for 5 more innings, I will be able to walk out of the door tomorrow and announce loudly to our neighbors that "God is in his heaven and all is right with the world!!!" If they lose the game (which they better not), I will walk out of my front door and loudly announce to my neighbors that "The rain falls on the just and the unjust!!!" Or I might aim for something a little more apocalyptic like, "Repent, for the time is near!!!" Or there is a very good chance that I might just walk out of my front door and vomit because the Yankees represent everything I loathe. I hold them in the same esteem as a shopping mall or credit card companies.

Speaking of vomit, this past weekend while my parents were visiting (update: 8-1, Red Sox), Calvin slept in our room. In the middle of the night, he got up on our bed and vomited into my armpit, which was unprotected by a shirt. Thank you, Calvin. Of all of the places in our room to vomit (granted there are not that many), you chose my armpit. What dog does that? I seriously think I might be the only person in the history of ever to have had a dog vomit into their armpit.

Well, I'm tired and I need to get some good rest. Here is the next question for your thoughtful responses. I'm to write a paper for my Church, Community, Nation course about who we are. That's it. So, I ask you, who are we? We could be speaking about the United States, or a city, or a community, but I'm to figure out who we are. If I get enough responses, I'll just cut and paste them together and turn that in. Relax, that's just ethics humor.

And to all of you out there, wherever you are, thank you, and goodnight-

John

posted by John and Mag @ 10:51 PM