No One Clothed in Purple and Scarlet Will Enjoy This Dream

 "Fuller has a new program for us and Thrivent is paying!"

Long ago I sent around the parish newsletter, which included people I knew at the NYC headquarters, a mansion formerly owned by JP Morgan, as I recall. I wrote about a dream I invented, where all the district bishops and headquarters staff woke up and said, "What have we done?"

The remedy I suggested was listening to the membership and getting back to the basics of worship rather than "redeeming our society" a Holy Communion prayer in the Liberal Book of Weirdness. They had all the statistics that have come true 40 years later, and yet all they did was more of the same.

The LCA officials in New York loved the piece and passed it around. When most of the staff are lickspittles, they cannot be expected to think, except for "When is my next promotion." Or - "How do I stay at the top?"

I remembered that while gardening and dealing with weeds, which flourish in good soil, sunshine, and abundant rain. Strangely enough, while Missouri and WELS were boasting about how good and pure they were, they were planning insurance and foundation events that would keep them close to ALC/LCA then ELCA. Nothing is too wrong, perverted, or radical to keep the Synodical Conference from begging for more.

"You know, Brunhilda. I don't feel so fat now that Matt has caught up with us.
He speaks our language."

Sassy's New, Dry Outdoor Bed

Four times we went after the blackberry patch, twice hacking away the growth and twice putting a blanket of mulch down to discourage a rebirth. I had a helper, which kept the finishing date within this calendar year.

Sassy tells me when she wants to go outside, often after her meal. She often stays out a long time, which may be her time checking over the yard and neighbors. She never stops being a guard dog.

Sassy loved the harmless spill. She walked into the view to enhance the fun.

She used to sit behind the garbage barrels, hidden from sight. I got used to that, but ever since the restoration of that berry patch, I find her sunning herself on top of the thick layer of mulch, newspaper, and cardboard. The Sassy Patch is sun-soaked with some shade from the house and tree. The patch is always warm and drier than the rest of the backyard.

Doubtless she also likes to scratch up her next. I said to her recently, "Sassy, you have been scratching up your nest on the bed for 10 years. Isn't it soft enough yet?" She grinned, came over to me, and kissed my face." How does one discipline such a sly companion and mischief-maker?