Marmots and Monkeys
August 7, 2009
My mom is here! She flew in very late last night. You see, she’s not very good with the intricacies of advanced technology (and by “advanced technology” I mean “telling time”), and she accidentally booked her flight for 10:50 p.m. instead of 10:50 a.m. So, we’ll get to hang out for about four minutes and then she’ll fly back to Minneapolis. But, we’ll take what we can get!
We’re going to take a train up to the very top of Pikes Peak this morning. There’s a store up top with bathrooms, merchandise and hot mini donuts. Now, I suppose you’re more deserving of the donuts if you actually climb the mountain instead of riding up in a heated train, but hey, we’re going to have to work hard too. I mean, we got out of bed, will have to navigate traffic on the highway, and have to make the effort to arrive on time to catch the train. Then we’ll have to listen to a tour guide blab on and on about Zebulon Pike and marmots. I’m exhausted just thinking about it.
Where are my donuts?
So, I recently discovered that someone found my blog the other day by searching for “pictures of a monkey chia pet.” Two things disturb me:
1. That someone would head on over to Google to search for “pictures of a monkey chia pet.” Now, I’m not even sure what that means. Did they want pictures of a monkey holding a chia pet? Did they want pictures of a chia pet that is in the shape of a monkey? Did they want to see pictures of a monkey and also pictures of a chia pet? Does their fondness for monkeys and chia pets affect their interaction with the rest of society?*
2. My blog shows up when you search for “pictures of a monkey chia pet.” That can’t be a positive thing. Perhaps I need to reconsider my life’s goal of only publishing meaningless tirades about monkeys and chia pets. Can anyone counsel me during this difficult time? Send snacks—that will probably help me through this life slump.
Finally, I like these verses.
A white-tailed deer drinks from the creek; I want to drink God, deep draughts of God. I’m thirsty for God-alive. I wonder, “Will I ever make it — arrive and drink in God’s presence?” I’m on a diet of tears — tears for breakfast, tears for supper. All day long people knock at my door, Pestering, “Where is this God of yours?”
These are the things I go over and over, emptying out the pockets of my life. I was always at the head of the worshiping crowd, right out in front, Leading them all, eager to arrive and worship, Shouting praises, singing thanksgiving — celebrating, all of us, God’s feast!
Why are you down in the dumps, dear soul? Why are you crying the blues?
Fix my eyes on God — soon I’ll be praising again. He puts a smile on my face. He’s my God.
He puts a smile on my face. He’s my God. It’s so true. I hope you have a great weekend, friends o mine!
* Welcome, new reader who is fond of pictures of a monkey chia pet. Stay awhile — I’m weird too!