I just came in from my morning walk.
My devotions led me to this.
I gave my grandson one of those flashy gold tokens you use at the car wash vacuums.
I told him it was a Bitcoin.
We are both blissfully ignorant of what a Bitcoin is but I am fairly certain you can’t finance a car vacuuming with one.
Or maybe you can.
I saw where another “major player” fell victim to a cyber attack yesterday.
It is being held hostage by ransomware that launched an assault from some shadowy “criminal ring” in Russia, or Neptune maybe.
My sole defense against a cyber attack is an abundance of poverty.
And Baby Yoda.
I don’t care to return to outdoor toilets despite the nostalgic memories so many seem to have about them.
I’m quite happy with air conditioning.
I don’t think we would have survived the last year without Amazon Prime.
Does this mean I want it both ways?
Am I wishy-washy?
Is my comfort zone shrinking?
Perhaps it is best to make progress.
But at a slower pace.
On the other hand, I sing “Old Time Religion” with a smile on my face and doubt in my heart.
In many ways the old time religion held folks captive to a lesser life. It reinforced prejudices that handicapped us all. It built walls that are taking a mighty effort to bring down.
I don’t want to tarry even a nanosecond if I can get closer to the ground of my being, the Creator of all things good, and the lover of my wishy-washy self. And I certainly want to do more for those folks we’ve pushed away from religion.
I want to throw myself with abandon at a deeper spirit, and broader acceptance, and a warmer welcome.
I even want to rush my ability to forgive as I am forgiven, accept as I am accepted, and be at peace with Daily Bread.
I am picky about my pursuits I guess.
As our Friend and I walked after that deluge we were talking about getting ahead - and falling behind. He heard me out before smiling gently at me the way he does and saying…
“There aren’t many Bitcoins showing up in the offering plate.”