A normal busy Monday. I went to Bible Study at 9:30AM. We had six of us and had a lively discussion on our reading from Mark on the fact that the apostles just didn't always seem to get what Jesus was trying to tell them but we can see, from their point of view, that it was hard. We have all the facts and it is still hard to think of giving up one's life to save it.

Then I went to Mother's. The physical therapist was there, so I glanced at the bills she was concerned with and listened to her therapy. Then Mom and I cleared up a couple of financial things. I took some chicken,noodle casserole and a couple of scones to her. She seems a bit better. Not quite as weak and fragile as she was a week ago.

This afternoon, I went to the Cream City Writers meeting. There were six of us there also. I showed them the book that I am submitting to the WFOP Chapbook contest. Several of the others had things to read and we discussed writing in general. A totally satisfying meeting as far as I am concerned.

Then, when I got home, I took a nap. But I am still tired tonight. I prepared things to pop into the slow cooker for a pot roast for tomorrow's lunch. Chelsea ALWAYS wakes me up by 5AM. And I will dump things in and turn the heat according to when she actually does get me up. A pot roast really does sound good. We have had nothing but chicken for about a week now and I want beef.

Tomorrow will be comparatively quiet. I only have one outing to get my hair cut. So I should be able to get somewhat caught up on paperwork.

Take care and enjoy this Indian Summer.

God love you

Mary



A Holy man was having a conversation with the Lord one day and said, 'Lord, I would like to know what Heaven and Hell are like.'

The Lord led the holy man to two doors.

He opened one of the doors and the holy man looked in.
In the middle of the room was a large round table..
In the middle of the table was a large pot of stew,
which smelled delicious and made the holy man's mouth water.
The people sitting around the table were thin and sickly.
They appeared to be famished. They were holding spoons with very long handles that were strapped to their arms and each found it possible to reach into the pot of stew and take a spoonful.
But because the handle was longer than their arms, they could not get the spoons back into their mouths.

The holy man shuddered at the sight of their misery and suffering.

The Lord said, 'You have seen Hell. They went to the next room and opened the door. It was exactly the same as the first one.

There was the large round table with the large pot of stew which made the holy man's mouth water.
The people were equipped with the same long-handled spoons, but here the people were well nourished and plump, laughing and talking.

The holy man said, 'I don't understand.

'It is simple,' said the Lord. 'It requires but one skill. You see, they have learned to feed each other. The greedy think only of themselves.'

When Jesus died on the cross, he was thinking of you.