Luke 12:13-21 – The 11th Sunday after Pentecost – for Sunday, July 31, 2016
“Someone from the crowd said to him, ‘Teacher, tell my brother to divide the inheritance with me.’” (Luke 12:13)
The guy elbowed through the crowd to the front. He had to ask his question; it had been burning in his gut for days.
At the first opportunity, he shouted the question. He didn’t need to shout, since Jesus stood a few steps away. And it hardly sounded like him, with his voice hoarse and shaky. Blame it on adrenaline. Blame it on the crowd’s noise. Blame it on his fear that this might be his only shot for an answer.
“Teacher, tell my brother to divide the inheritance with me.”
The guy, fist closed, the thumb angled right like a flag blowing in a strong breeze, gestured toward the person next to him . . .
Luke 10:38-42 – The 9th Sunday after Pentecost – for Sunday, July 17, 2016
“One thing is necessary. Mary has chosen the better part. It won’t be taken away from her.” (Luke 10:42)
“Good morning!” the helmeted babe said as she sped by me.
Her blonde hair spilled from the underside of the slick, plastic headgear. With legs pumping the pedals, and her shoulders bent over the handlebars, she settled in ahead of me. I kept pace. We were moving north on a flat Fresno street, our bikes in the middle of a generously wide designated bike path.
I admired the view. Here’s the truth. I’m a happily married guy. But I have base, primal, male, heterosexual instincts. And so, for long seconds, I stared at the young lady in front of me, admiring the way high-tech Lycra helps bike shorts snugly fit her body. Spandex forever, I say!
Then, something deeper than Lycra-spawned-lust scratched at an itch in my primitive brain. How dare that cornstalk slender, proclaimer of cheery greetings, youngish female pass me! How dare she casually relegate me to second place! I dug deeper and increased my speed, committing myself to providing Ms. Good Morning with a view of my XXL-sized, Lycra-stretching lumpy derriere.
Competition trumped lust. I huffed and puffed and put a good city block between our two bikes. Take that you uppity blonde biker! Gray-haired old guys rule! Continue reading →