Little House
Today was my first of two days off in a row in about three months. The day began with 'Little House on the Prairie'. "I just love that Michel Landon" anyway, as normal I cried. Deeply moved to tears by the unsubtle way love and God guide their everyday lives. The Prairie family seems to be the core of all that is good and right. (Although Pa had an episode with a wealthy widow that had a hawk-eye for the handsome Pa of the Prairie. Pa however was just doing odd jobs for the new neighbor to buy his wife a set of china for their anniversary. ) Still, the rays of that goodness serve as a beacon to guest stars like Morgan Fairchild, Meredith Baxter Berne and the FTD/ football player guy. I guess the show was something like Love Boat to stars that wanted to have a more family image. To me it was church.
Every episode demonstrates how goodness and God is in our lives. Like Suzie Orman and our fico score is to our lives today. Times were simple then and nobody worked for Home Depot and worked on Sunday. EVERY Sunday! God has to sneak in on your day off, usually split by at least 1 day. And help clean the gutters and do laundry and pay bills and and and... It seems the residence of Walnut Grove had it easy. I grew up on "Little House". It gave me the religious foundation I maintain to this day.
This past January my life changed. I took a leap of something with a friend from Chicago. We embarked on a journey together only to see where the road would go. Our time together was inspiring, to be slight. During this union we collaborated about everything to include God in our lives. (I mentioned the Little House thing) Barkley had a real church. Partly because our time together was unexpected and fabulous we wondered what was up. Did God have a plan? Have we been friends for years and live other lives until now so that we would become the men we are today? Thus, bringing our separate, yet somehow related stories to the same party.
Times have changed. Walnut Grove has a Wal-Mart where the Olson's store used to be. Everyone is refinancing the farm and moving to the "Mill" that is now Walnut groovy-loft style apartments. We think God and all his friends are busy too. We allege that in heaven, the suburbs of the universe, God is having a party with all the Gods. Buddha, Ra, Mahatma, Ala and many others are in attendance to have a drink, resolve that God is the most popular and everybody likes him the most. (We all have a friend like that. I'm sure.) They laugh and talk and watch us like an interactive 'MTV The Real World'. Only they can make things happen. Like if you ruin the show. They kill you off. As in you die. Sometimes this is the plan and they say "I just hate that Rush Linball, I know lets get him addicted to pharmaceuticals" Everyone agrees, they laugh and it happens. Other times, the Gods are drunk. Nations go to war good people get run over by a former Miss America.
It is to be Known from this day forward as the Universal Cocktail Party! I would like to think heaven is a party and no one has to work the next day and the music is good and the lighting is flattering form every angle. Urns of your favorite libation seems to magically stay "half full". When you arrive the Gods say "Oh my God!" And wink at you..."That time your car stalled and you were late to work and got fired, I did that because the car was about to explode from the fuel leak and you needed to leave that dead end job anyway and you my friend would have stayed there for another three years if I 'I mean WE,' had not done something! For each time in your life you said "Why is this happening to me?" It is explained to the best of his or her recollection.
The Gods love prayers like fan mail. Hell means you are the caterer or service staff.
Although I have not been in a church for years other than to do flowers for a wedding, I feel God in my life and do appreciate his or her humor. I ask questions and hope for guidance. And yes I do wonder what the 'UCP' has in store some days and wonder why I ordered drapes wrong twice! It is a modern yet similar faith to that of the Ingals family that I allow to guide my life. More good than bad.
May the UCP bless us all, and invite us to the party in about fifty years.
Every episode demonstrates how goodness and God is in our lives. Like Suzie Orman and our fico score is to our lives today. Times were simple then and nobody worked for Home Depot and worked on Sunday. EVERY Sunday! God has to sneak in on your day off, usually split by at least 1 day. And help clean the gutters and do laundry and pay bills and and and... It seems the residence of Walnut Grove had it easy. I grew up on "Little House". It gave me the religious foundation I maintain to this day.
This past January my life changed. I took a leap of something with a friend from Chicago. We embarked on a journey together only to see where the road would go. Our time together was inspiring, to be slight. During this union we collaborated about everything to include God in our lives. (I mentioned the Little House thing) Barkley had a real church. Partly because our time together was unexpected and fabulous we wondered what was up. Did God have a plan? Have we been friends for years and live other lives until now so that we would become the men we are today? Thus, bringing our separate, yet somehow related stories to the same party.
Times have changed. Walnut Grove has a Wal-Mart where the Olson's store used to be. Everyone is refinancing the farm and moving to the "Mill" that is now Walnut groovy-loft style apartments. We think God and all his friends are busy too. We allege that in heaven, the suburbs of the universe, God is having a party with all the Gods. Buddha, Ra, Mahatma, Ala and many others are in attendance to have a drink, resolve that God is the most popular and everybody likes him the most. (We all have a friend like that. I'm sure.) They laugh and talk and watch us like an interactive 'MTV The Real World'. Only they can make things happen. Like if you ruin the show. They kill you off. As in you die. Sometimes this is the plan and they say "I just hate that Rush Linball, I know lets get him addicted to pharmaceuticals" Everyone agrees, they laugh and it happens. Other times, the Gods are drunk. Nations go to war good people get run over by a former Miss America.
It is to be Known from this day forward as the Universal Cocktail Party! I would like to think heaven is a party and no one has to work the next day and the music is good and the lighting is flattering form every angle. Urns of your favorite libation seems to magically stay "half full". When you arrive the Gods say "Oh my God!" And wink at you..."That time your car stalled and you were late to work and got fired, I did that because the car was about to explode from the fuel leak and you needed to leave that dead end job anyway and you my friend would have stayed there for another three years if I 'I mean WE,' had not done something! For each time in your life you said "Why is this happening to me?" It is explained to the best of his or her recollection.
The Gods love prayers like fan mail. Hell means you are the caterer or service staff.
Although I have not been in a church for years other than to do flowers for a wedding, I feel God in my life and do appreciate his or her humor. I ask questions and hope for guidance. And yes I do wonder what the 'UCP' has in store some days and wonder why I ordered drapes wrong twice! It is a modern yet similar faith to that of the Ingals family that I allow to guide my life. More good than bad.
May the UCP bless us all, and invite us to the party in about fifty years.
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