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“Ed – Mate, I really don’t get you.  I am starting to wonder if you listen to a single word I say,” Gareth ranted.

“What?  I did exactly what you said!” Ed challenged.

“Okay.  Tell me exactly what I told you to do.” Gareth replied.

“You said, go into Felixstowe and order a skiff.  Then you said to have it delivered here by noon today.  That’s exactly what you said.”

“Skip!  I said, ‘Order a skip’.”

“Ah – um, skip?” Ed repeated un-surely.

“Yes, a skip so we can clear out the workshop,” Gareth reiterated.

“It is a nice skiff though, don’t you thing?  And I got a really good price,” Ed said after a long pause.

“Skip!” Gareth repeated.

 

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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #92

 

 

Bookworm

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Little bookworm cocooned away

With just the written page

But it is there – like a butterfly

That imagination can happily play

 

Sweet bookworms everywhere

When you emerge from your world of ink

Please share with us your insights deep

Tell us what you thing

 

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Words

 

Light Inside Library

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Descartes suggested that I live, and am what’s in my mind

The images and expressions there – are all uniquely mine

So how can I share that world, so that you can see

The things that I experience there – seen just by me?

 

We use our words – to carry others to where

We can unveil our private mysteries

We open up our vistas

Through our vocab-lary

 

One-hundred-thousand-seventy some

Words are in use – on Oxford’s page

Plus half a hundred-thousand – now extinct

That were once all the rage

 

But these it seems are inadequate

To share our world – far and wide

So perhaps a quarter million more

From foreign tongues have been supplied

 

So why is there such confusion

Often about the things we say?

Do we even listen

When others’ thoughts they relay?

 

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Lost In Translation

Two Men Talking

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Crystal let out an involuntary laugh, and then tried to stifle her giggles.  The two broad shouldered macho-types sitting on her couch looked at her as if she had gone mad.

“What’s so funny?” her boyfriend Rich asked.

“It’s just – it’s just,” she tried to say before bursting into another chuckle.  Calming herself, she finally managed to say, “It’s just that Dave just asked you, ‘Do you remember when we used to hump until we died?’.  You don’t want to know the image that went through my mind,” she said, before bursting into another fit of laughter.

“Ha ha,” Rich said sarcastically.  “Hump – ‘hike with full gear and pack’.”

“I need to hit the head,” Dave said.

“Down the hall and on the left,” Rich replied.

As his buddy left the room, Rich said, “I know Marine jargon is a bit arcane, but just try to act like a grown up.”

“Okay,” she said and then burst into laughter again, “You two humping.  Can’t wait to tell Janet.”

 

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FOWC with Fandango — Arcane

 

 

 

 

 

To Calmly Disagree

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For you it’s a coffee

For me it’s a tea

On gluten-free cake

We can both agree

Not all things are so easy

That’s plain to see

Especially when it comes

To what’s on TV

Or on a long journey

Of many a mile

Who will control

The radio dial?

Mozart or The Beatles

Pink Floyd or John Cash

Let’s find an agreement

Before our discussion

Ends in a crash

 

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Her Every Command

Desert Fox, Fennec Fox, Zoo, Animal, Small, Ears

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“Honey do” and Honey don’t

Every word – to be obeyed

Even if contradictory

Leaving you dismayed

 

You may think you’ve heard it all before

Same old thing – on another day

Have you listened close enough

To think why it might be that way?

 

Listen carefully – Don’t just hear

Find the meaning in the things she may say

Her words may not be about the things you do

But in how you understand, and love each day

 

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CCC #44

Lillian stood shivering in the drizzly field next to the East Coast Main Line.  Her hair had gone limp, and droplets of water dripped from the hem of her jacket.

“Look there goes the Lord Hinton, a Class 37 electric,” Harvey said, with a tone of wonder.

“Great,” Lillian responded with something falling far short of enthusiasm.

How did I get myself into this? she pondered.  It all seemed so strait forward this morning.  Harvey sent her a text asking if she wanted to go for a coffee; or at least that’s how it seemed.  How could she have misread: “How bout day out.  MayB can  spot express.”  A spot of expresso sounded great, but this . . . this was  . . . well. 

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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #44

Disagreeable?

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Fandango’s Provocative Question for this week is: Is it possible anymore to disagree without being disagreeable?” 

It is interesting that this question was posted on the very day that my wife and I witnessed a hair-pulling confrontation with accompanying blows between two young women in a restaurant.  The exact cause of the fight is unknown, but as it came to punches, a server from the restaurant who tried to calm the situation was struck and pushed, leading to a wound on her arm.  So can being disagreeable be avoided?

Fandango in issuing the challenge raised the areas of religion and politics as examples of points of disagreement.  These are tricky at the best of times, but it often comes down to the attitude of the disputants.  Here I will need to speak with some familiarity, though No Authority.  I am a minister of religion, and as such have succumbed to the occupational hazard of being a theist.  I must start with the premise that “I believe, I hope, and I even have faith.”  A belief is something that you hold to be true, even if you cannot “prove” it.  A hope is something that you have a expectation and desire to be true. A faith is a belief in which you have absolute trust in it being true.  But that is not the same as saying I have all the answers.  There are many aspects of the spiritual and the temporal that I, even as a working theologian, do not “know.”  It is with this attitude that I enter into religious discussions.  When Fandango once challenged me on a point of word choice and semantics, I was quick to concede the point.  Dogmatism on definitions is iffy at best.

When I served with the Navy’s Chaplains Corps, I was happy with the sentiments of the motto: “Cooperation without compromise.”  I hold my beliefs, to which I will not yield unless given good reason, and I expect you to do the same.  It isn’t about pushing one view over another, it is about common purpose.   Later I worked in Inter-Faith Dialogue in which the principle was “Hold fast to your beliefs, respect others for doing the same, seek areas where there is agreement in order to facilitate further dialogue.”  Does all this mean that I will not teach what I believe?  Of course not, but I am not going to condemn you for disagreeing.   I will share my views, not impose them.

Politics is a bit stickier.  I am a trade union official.  I have dealt with employers, and politicians who make educational policy.  We often don’t see eye to eye, but slurs and hostility seldom result in useful results.  Compromise may seem anathema in religion, but in politics – dogmatism ends up building walls – literal and figurative. Finding common ground is always best.

So can you disagree without being disagreeable?  Most certainly so.  In the end it is about human respect.  You will never even consider my point of view unless I am willing to hear yours.  Dr. King noted that aggression does not help your opponent to understand you, and that aggression breeds aggression.  The path of mutual respect therefore calls for us to step back from dogmatism.  Even is we in the end disagree, we need not do so disagreeably.

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