The Question

It was a simple but profound question. I rocked back on my heals a moment. Grabbing the stubble on my chin for balance, I squinted a well honed cynics eye at the questioner.
The early spring day was effervescing color from every nook and cranny. A kaleidoscope of blooms shouted joyfully at every turn. Alive! Alive again!
Who was this inquisitor with such a provocative question? Couldn’t there be another time, another place to ponder the question raised. Actually the debate has occurred for centuries among learned men. Some say yes. Some say no. What say you Papa?
A simple yes should be sufficient. That’s it! Yes, and let it go. Do church, family dinner, egg hunt and enjoy a beautiful spring afternoon. I’ve answered other questions simply. Why not this one? Of course there is a Santa Claus! Ho, Ho, Ho! Yes, there is a tooth fairy! You found a dollar didn’t you.
This one needed more. There is an ugly side to the truth. Yes it will set you free but it is a painful exercise. It reveals a cruelty of men that seeks a hiding place in civil discourses. It reveals a shame that I shouted crucify Him. It reveals the quilt that comes from killing the innocent. In the end it reveals the love of a dying savior.
Papa, do you believe in Easter? Yes I believe in the resurrection son. I believe in the only one who has ever overcome sin, cheated death, and walked fully alive from the grave. Yes son, I believe in Easter because Jesus Christ lives!
I don’t understand it all son, Papa is just a simple man. You see these daffodils? They will all die soon when hot weather comes. That’s the price we pay for life in this world. Everything is dying. But, there is a kernel, a seed that never dies. Jesus knows just where the reset button is on everything. Even you and I. This time of year reminds me that hope never dies. One day if you ever think it has just ask Jesus to push your reset button. Papa has rebooted many times over the years. This Easter Papa is mighty glad that his redeemer lives. It’s kinda like having your own personal button pusher. Ask and it shall be pushed! Happy Easter son.

jrw © 04/03/2010

Happy Easter,
j

Grampostal

Grampostal: a state of altered tranquility noticed among some grandfathers when news of the kids impending arrival is received. It should be noted that not all grandfathers react in this manner. It is generally assumed that those who don't are just weird.

Super Sunday

In my lifetime men playing with their balls has progressed to a place of national preeminence. I am unsure what to make of it actually but. I do really like the buffalo wings. Pass the Ranch and celery please.
j

The kids

Not yet 30%

That's right folks. Especially you tender Georgia peaches. Breaks, bruises and lacerations filled the ER centers the last few days. Injuries from playing in the snow and ice were more numerous and serious, can you believe it, than auto accidents. Seems the slow speed fender bender variety auto wrecks produced less carnage than the novice ice worshipers, hey watch this move I've seen on the winter olympics, bravado.
If I am not mistaken, I mean just ask any horoscoper who really knows what day it is, around January 20 we'll be one third through winter. Will Atlanta survive? Will there be enough bandages, splints and plaster of paris? And, most definately (google it for real, amazing fact for that word or not http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=definately), definitely, will there be enough milk and bread? Will the mail be delivered or will the mounds of garbage block that trusty civil servant's whole hearted one for the Gipper effort at delivering another introductory offer for Broke Americard?
All the many guestions that winter has forced upon the Peach State are causing many fuzzy legged Georgians to reconsider their previous ballot selections. Hang 'em all boyz and load the salt trucks vigilantism is brewing. Watch out Tennessee. We're eyeballing yo' trucks and salt piles.
Brewing! Ah yes, I think I'll have a hot tea and fire off a note or two to my local commissioner. Rascal. The nerve of him setting around in his PJs for four days when he could have been out shoveling my street.
Honey! That's the pot whistling. Can you get that for me, I'm busy. You know how I like it sweetie. What are you doing? I'm talking tea darlin'!
'Skews me folks. This won't take long. NO BATTERIES!
Dear Commis, You better get this road cleared ASAP.
j

Well, it is winter.

The natives are restless in Hot'Lanta. Funny how some folks just can't help themselves from trying to find someone to blame for their slick road. Hello. I75 & I85 both run south maybe the whiners should too. Lot of folks are enjoying themselves in the winter oddity here. Ice skating on Peachtree! Who would have ever thunk it?
I did get out a little today to test my, is it slicker in Georgia theory. I didn't push the envelope to hard. I've spent enough on chiropractors over the years. The theory will just have to be that for awhile. I've got an idea that a bunch of truck drivers may have been wondering the same lately.
Here is another neat WSB-TV tower cam shot tonite http://www.wsbtv.com/wxcam/1873437/detail.html

Also a couple from the railroad mishap

and a couple because I like red

Ya'll stay warm!

j

WSB Tower cam: Downtown Atlanta

Night fall on Atlanta 1/10/2011

 

An icy mist is settling over Atlanta this evening. That should add a really nice glaze to already slick roads. I found this WSB tv tower cam shot really neat. I was acutally looking for the ice jam shots I've been seeing on video. Evidently parts of the Atlanta area interstates have become a tractor trailor parking lot. I don't know what it is about Georgia ice. Could it possible be slicker here? Maybe I'll venture out tomorrow to test that theory.
j