Trash

It's Wednesday
It's time to take out the trash
I see the big trucks coming
And before they pass
I better put these cans by the road

Where they take em
I don't know, nor do I care
But I gotta make sure
On Wednesday I put the cans out there

Sometimes the cans are light
Like when I remember to do what's right
When I kiss my wife goodnight
When I keep evil from my sight

Sometimes the cans are full
Like when I try to do it all myself
When I let go of my health
When I complain of my lack of wealth

It's Wednesday...
It's time to take out the trash

Whispers from a Hummingbird

I've been doing some research about hummingbirds lately.  I refilled our hummingbird feeder outside in eager anticipation of the first visits of spring.  As I was looking up the "recipe" for making the sugar water to put in the feeder, I came across some interesting info about the eating habits of hummingbirds.

Did you know that hummingbirds consume up to 12 times their body weight in nectar a day?  How about this, taken from Wikipedia:

 With the exception of insects, hummingbirds while in flight have the highest metabolism of all animals, a necessity in order to support the rapid beating of their wings. Their heart rate can reach as high as 1,260 beats per minute, a rate once measured in a Blue-throated Hummingbird.^[11] They also consume more than their own weight in nectar each day, and to do so they must visit hundreds of flowers daily. Hummingbirds are continuously hours away from starving to death, and are able to store just enough energy to survive overnight.

Isn't that nuts?  Continuously hours away from starving to death!!  Now that's living on the edge.

It's hard for me not to think in metaphorical terms about my own life when I read this (mostly due to my Father's never-ending pastoral illustrations.  Love you, dad!).  Am I living on the edge?  Do I have that sense of "If I don't do this, I might just die?"  I guess I should clarify that I'm speaking about being hungry for things of a Spiritual Nature, not a physical nature.  I'm probably freaking Julie out right now. 

Don't worry, Babe, I'm not going to start an Extreme Sports Lifestyle club.  But seriously, it's been awhile since I've skydived, snowboarded, or anything crazy.  Watching the Tim Allen movie, "Wild Hogs" didn't help my need for adventure either.  Yes, it was a ridiculously dumb flick, but the call for adventure was there, and I remember good times when Dad and I took our road trip across the U.S.

Musing the price of public speech

Oh speak to my soul, you bald headed Indian man
And you, black freedom fighter, raise your cry for justice!
You, Jewish carpenter, God's own offspring, shout to the crowds your wisdom
I will listen and digest
I may protest
But I will respect you and the Truth you bring

But you, silly boy on the computer
Spewing your musings and calling them "Deep Thoughts"
I find your lack of humility offensive.
I find your accusations too harsh.
I find your love to be wanting.
You assume the role of megaphone
Before you know the role of servant.

Ponder this, wise timothy:

God may have given you a mouth
And a mind to see into the murkiness of false religion
But a tender heart
Yes, a tender heart
The Wise One longs to stir in you

Who will listen to the cawing raven?
One who is bitter and unchanging.
Who will listen to the cooing dove?
One who is gentle and willing to learn.