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The Rescue of a Dog

So much evil going on in our world- murder, and torture, and rape.   Human lives so little valued, destroyed as just so much collateral damage.  I think that’s why the rescue of a mere dog touches me.  Perhaps if being kind to an animal is worth while, there is hope that extending mercy to humankind is also possible.

It reminds me that unlike us, an Almighty God does not have to triage his resources- they are unlimited. Important things do not go unattended while he fritters time and effort on minor issues.

It reminds me that I have to listen to his nudging because there will be times when he wants me to spend time and money and energy on items I have mentally put on my  “Z” to do list.

If you have missed watching the dog who escaped the Tsunami- its here.


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So untidy

Life, that is.

Libya for instance.  I read the news, and was horrified when Gaddafi troops poured fuel over their own and immolated soldiers unwilling to fire on protesters.  There were reports of patients killed in their hospital beds, their bodies taken away to remove the evidence. Clean-up crews scooping up corpses newly slain and sluicing away the blood to tidy the streets of Tripoli.

I prayed for justice, against the perpetration of evil.

The world at large, the powers that be, seemed hung in the stays.

Now I watch sleek needled fighter planes take off to make and enforce a no-fly zone  and part of me says, “These are the keepers of Guantanamo Bay, and Private Manning,” can I trust them either?

I remember Morris West’s haunting novel Harlequin.  In the fight against unquestioned evil Harlequin comes to the crunch,

But I couldn’t deceive Bogdanovich and he wouldn’t let me deceive myself. . . Came the day when a decision had to be made. I went to see him at the flower shop. He was playing with a tiny kitten, a stray that had wandered in from the street. He asked me to state exactly what I wanted.  I told him: my money back, and Yanko’s life for Julie’s. He didn’t argue the decision. He simply broke the kitten’s neck and laid it on the desk in front of me. Then he said, ‘That’s what it means, Mr. Harlequin. Can you do it?”

It has been a long time since I’ve read the book.  I no longer remember the plot.  But that paragraph has never left me.

I still pray to the righteous Judge of all the earth, because I believe that prayer is a critical element in the universal war against evil.  I pray that the Judge of all the earth will do right.

The tangles are so untidy that I can hardly follow the threads.

I hang on to the belief that, “He is God and I am not.”

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Thank-you, Phillip Crowley

Evil is of course, unrighteous and ungodly.

It tends to be abusive and vengeful.

And now I have a phrase for something else I have observed about it.  It often seems so

“Ridiculous and Counterproductive and Stupid.”

A crying shame that speaking the truth is all too frequently politically incorrect.

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When will they ever learn. . .

Honestly, it boggles the imagination. It would appear that there is money to be had in arms dealing. And when dollars are on the table, conscience goes out the window.

BBC posted the following this morning:

In May 2008, the US firm General Dynamics inked a $165m (£165m) contract to arm the Libyan army’s elite second brigade.

This force, led by Mr Gaddafi’s son Khamis, was deployed to the streets of al-Bayda – a city east of Benghazi and near the border with Egypt – where it has unleashed live ammunition on protesters.

Export licences for British arms to Libya in the first nine months of 2010 were valued at over £200m, spanning military cameras and sniper rifles. Libya’s final death toll, already over 300, will outstrip that of Egypt’s comparatively peaceful struggle for democracy.

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Not my next job

Want to send chills down your spine?

Try this for an occupation.

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Inhabiting the Bunny Hill, with a wave to the White Rabbit

A couple of weeks ago, in the interest of taking further steps in the same direction, I invested in a pair of swim goggles so that I could open my eyes under water,   and a swimming cap to control strands of floating hair.  Then I asked the lifeguard what she taught little kiddies after they’d learned to blow bubbles.  Finally I googled YouTube for how-to videos.

Embarking on a new endeavor leads to some interesting conversations.

One day a lady in the sauna confided to me that while she’s always wanted to learn to ski she is afraid of falling. This year she intends to ski, but only on the Bunny Hill. She has told her significant “other” that she will begin and remain on the Bunny Hill. If she never skies anywhere else, it’s sufficient.  At no time is he to suggest a move to something more advanced.  I rejoiced to find a kindred spirit.

Today I shared the “slow” lane at the pool with another lady. I told her to take the lead as it was only my second week of really, truly swimming. Turns out she took her own first lessons four months ago.  She started out using flippers, then abandoned them after a few lengths.  Told me I was an inspiration to her, swimming without.  Apparently flippers assist because they keep your legs higher and allow you to concentrate on form.  I smiled and reminded her that not having taken lessons, I didn’t have to worry about such things. She laughed.  Then she asked me what my goal was and I spluttered slightly- goal?  Do I have to have a goal, other than balancing hours spent on the computer and doing just a titch more today than yesterday?

Rick Warren would undoubtedly throw up his arms in despair at my attitude.

Alice, having spent time in the Looking Glass World,  would understand.

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Enter “Red Mud”

Once in a while, when scrubbing out a pot at the sink, I wonder if it’s true that using aluminum pots contributes to Alzheimer’s  Disease.

Not since High School, perhaps, have I spared a thought to how Aluminum was made. Never did I wonder about the waste that might be produced in the process. Not that is, until I started following the story of Hungary’s red mud flood.

Then I hunted up the production process.

“The largest waste product generated in bauxite refining is the tailings (ore refuse) called “red mud.” . .It contains some useful substances, like iron, titanium, soda, and alumina, but no one has been able to develop an economical process for recovering them. . .Most refineries simply collect the red mud in an open pond that allows some of its moisture to evaporate; when the mud has dried to a solid enough consistency, which may take several years,it is covered with dirt or mixed with soil.”
I looked up “Aluminum smelters.” Our good friend Wikipedia lists 150 plus major smelters world wide.  Hungary doesn’t even get a mention. Canada has eleven listed.
So how many acres of alkaline, heavy metal laced mud, dried and covered by concealing earth, or cubic meters of liquid red waste corralled in tailing ponds do we have here at home, one wonders?

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