Things I noticed this weekend...
I went to a housewarming party this weekend. And it was like the ghetto version of MTV cribs. I mean, this guys apartment was hot. Red walls, fish tank, nice entertainment system, bar, leather sofas - you know, all the essentials of a bachelor pad.
This got me to thinking about the true reason people have housewarming parties. No, not because of the gifts. It's to show off how many cool things they have. The host, while very pleasant, was obviously beaming with pride as he mingled with his guests. The architect, the person who should have been celebrated that night, stood in the shadows and watched his nephew take all the glory and honor that by right, should have been bestowed upon him.
Maybe that's too dramatic.
Anyway, I went to church yesterday but was late. Actually I was right on time because I missed the offering but came just before the sermon. The preacher spoke about the three P's of sacrifice - Partnership, Perserverance, and Praise.
He ended it with asking the congregation for sacrificial contributions to the church which will go towards building a "life center". He asked 120 people to give $5000, 70 people to give $1000, and the rest to give what they can. He also mentioned that the Lord has placed it on someone's heart to give $25000. A collective, "wow" went over the church as he stated that the person knows who they are the Lord will bless them.
If I had $25000 to give and happened to be that person, I'd let everyone in the church know. Give me some authority and power to flaunt around.
I know, I know. That's not what being a saint is all about, but still....
Then he asked everyone who gave something to stand up and pray with him. I think it was ploy to make those who did not contribute feel guilty. While I sat in my chair, looking around at those who probably only gave $5 or $20, I felt I'd pray on it and ask God if there is anything he'd like me to give.
Then I'd fume in anger I watch the pastor drive by my 1995 Chevy in his 2005 Jag.
You know what else I noticed this weekend? When someone compliments you on your clothes, do you look down at what you have on?
What is that about?
And I finally got my pictures developed from my VA Beach vacation. I also got them on a disk to share with you all but the photo tech at Walgreen's forgot and by the time I picked up my pictures the machine was broken.
Now, I must mention one thing I noticed about this photo technician. Her name is Nicole. How do I know her name you ask? (why do I have a feeling no one would ask that question?)
I know her name because her name tag said Nicole, two of her rings said Nicole, both her earrings said Nicole, but she had a tattoo on her wrist that said "Wanda".
She obviously seemed to be obsessed with her own name so why would she permanently put someone else's name on her body instead of her own?
But, alas, the joke was on me. When she handed me my receipt, I noticed she had "Nicole" on her other wrist.
This got me to thinking about the true reason people have housewarming parties. No, not because of the gifts. It's to show off how many cool things they have. The host, while very pleasant, was obviously beaming with pride as he mingled with his guests. The architect, the person who should have been celebrated that night, stood in the shadows and watched his nephew take all the glory and honor that by right, should have been bestowed upon him.
Maybe that's too dramatic.
Anyway, I went to church yesterday but was late. Actually I was right on time because I missed the offering but came just before the sermon. The preacher spoke about the three P's of sacrifice - Partnership, Perserverance, and Praise.
He ended it with asking the congregation for sacrificial contributions to the church which will go towards building a "life center". He asked 120 people to give $5000, 70 people to give $1000, and the rest to give what they can. He also mentioned that the Lord has placed it on someone's heart to give $25000. A collective, "wow" went over the church as he stated that the person knows who they are the Lord will bless them.
If I had $25000 to give and happened to be that person, I'd let everyone in the church know. Give me some authority and power to flaunt around.
I know, I know. That's not what being a saint is all about, but still....
Then he asked everyone who gave something to stand up and pray with him. I think it was ploy to make those who did not contribute feel guilty. While I sat in my chair, looking around at those who probably only gave $5 or $20, I felt I'd pray on it and ask God if there is anything he'd like me to give.
Then I'd fume in anger I watch the pastor drive by my 1995 Chevy in his 2005 Jag.
You know what else I noticed this weekend? When someone compliments you on your clothes, do you look down at what you have on?
What is that about?
And I finally got my pictures developed from my VA Beach vacation. I also got them on a disk to share with you all but the photo tech at Walgreen's forgot and by the time I picked up my pictures the machine was broken.
Now, I must mention one thing I noticed about this photo technician. Her name is Nicole. How do I know her name you ask? (why do I have a feeling no one would ask that question?)
I know her name because her name tag said Nicole, two of her rings said Nicole, both her earrings said Nicole, but she had a tattoo on her wrist that said "Wanda".
She obviously seemed to be obsessed with her own name so why would she permanently put someone else's name on her body instead of her own?
But, alas, the joke was on me. When she handed me my receipt, I noticed she had "Nicole" on her other wrist.
posted by Mary at 9:22 AM
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