I hope you’re reading this post before you head out the door, today. That way you’ll be informed about what to wear to work, or shopping, or lounging around, or what ever you have planned today, or, whatever today has planned for you.
Yeah, I dug into the list of whacky holidays for subject matter for my blog. Did you know this is Dairy Month, too? So, go ahead and dump some strawberries in your milk, or something that will turn your drink pink to be fully engaged in the day.
June is also Adopt a Cat Month. Anybody who lives with a cat will tell you it’s the other way around. The cat adopts the person. It’s true: you’re nobody till you’ve been ignored by a cat.
Make sure you record your cat trying to get out of that pink tu-tu you’re planning on putting on him/her today to be in today’s proper mood. You can thank me when it goes viral on the internet. Just don’t tell your cat where you got the idea from.
I checked my wardrobe. The closest thing I have to something pink is an old uniform shirt from a former employer. There are still two red rectangles on the front of it. One was where my name patch was. The other one named the company that employed me at the time.
I don’t wear that very far out in public. It’s a full-fledged work shirt, now. I guess you can call it grunge pink.
Whenever I drive anywhere today I’ll appear to be in the know about what day it is–this blog post shows I am actually in the know, not that anyone else knows. Anyway, Clifford, the big red van, is what I use for transportation.
He used to be red, anyway. He still would be if I ever set half a day aside to wax him again. Now he’s a grunge pink, too. The grunge falls from the Dallas skies. I know its called pollution, but, I don’t want to offend my neighbors by being politically incorrect today.
Living in a major city means I have to get Clifford examined to make sure he isn’t adding to the grunge problem in the metroplex–the Dallas area is actually called that. I take my annual pilgrimage to a local car wash so I can receive a free wash with my inspection.
Two years ago I was dealing with a young man when my turn came in line to pay for whatever I wanted additional to the free wash along with my state inspection fee. A second young man walked up and tried to talk me into a full-fledged buff job on my delicate vehicle.
The first guy protested. “No, I like this look.” Apparently he’s into grunge.
I looked at the second guy and nodded at the first one. “I think you’re friend here is in the wrong line of work.”
The second guy shook his head quickly. “He ain’t my friend.”
As I was watching Clifford being sprayed by various liquids and foams I thought about some unfortunate souls in the future.
Near the end of the Sermon on the Mount Jesus talks about telling people He never knew them when they try to enter heaven. I couldn’t help but picture Jesus shaking His head quickly. “He ain’t My brother.” or, “She ain’t My sister.”
I can only imagine the disappointment for those folks when they find out they were so close, yet, too far away from Jesus’ salvation that they missed out on eternity with God.
Don’t let that be you, my friend. A knowledge of who Jesus is and how He expects us to live isn’t enough for you. Only a full admission of your sinful short-coming and need to completely rely on Jesus’ death and resurrection to get you into heaven will accomplish the desired end result.
According to Jesus anything short of that will only get you a quick head shake.
Don’t let that be you.
Keep smiling. Wade