I love boxes.
I also love Boxers...as in dogs. This one jumped in the car with me one time.
I named him Sammy. He liked to sleep under the TV tray. Who doesn't?
Sometimes I like to get a bunch of boxes from the grocery store and just stack 'em up around the house. Makes me feel like live in a back room of a grocery store. I never go hungry.
Other times I pretend like I'm movin' somewhere, which is always so exciting. I like to imagine what exotic locale I will be heading for next and what fascinating new people I will be get to preach at. Or to. Or...at. Both. Whatever.
Maybe I'll be imprisoned like the Apostle Paul and have to live in one of these boxes someday.
It COULD happen. Depends on where I pretend to move.
When I was a kid I used to get inside of boxes and roll myself down the stairs. Now THAT was FUN! And, it probably explains a lot of my concentration and memory problems.
So many boxes, so many possibilities.
Just...like...a Preacher.
Think about it.
No, I mean REALLY think about it. Then lemme know what you come up with.
Let's face it, analogies aren't as easy as they look. This one's gonna have to simmer a while.
But I've got time. And a roomful of boxes.
As together we stand and sing.
BP
I named him Sammy. He liked to sleep under the TV tray. Who doesn't?
Sometimes I like to get a bunch of boxes from the grocery store and just stack 'em up around the house. Makes me feel like live in a back room of a grocery store. I never go hungry.
Maybe I'll be imprisoned like the Apostle Paul and have to live in one of these boxes someday.
It COULD happen. Depends on where I pretend to move.
When I was a kid I used to get inside of boxes and roll myself down the stairs. Now THAT was FUN! And, it probably explains a lot of my concentration and memory problems.
So many boxes, so many possibilities.
Just...like...a Preacher.
Think about it.
No, I mean REALLY think about it. Then lemme know what you come up with.
Let's face it, analogies aren't as easy as they look. This one's gonna have to simmer a while.
But I've got time. And a roomful of boxes.
As together we stand and sing.
BP
Brother Preacher, I always think it is a good idea for a Minister of your caliber to always have a healthy supply of boxes on hand. You never know when the Elders will send you packing...er...uh....er....send you on a "Missionary Journey" to a new congregation.
ReplyDeleteNaming your dog after Sammy Hagar is crazy, but then again you were a bit loco in your early years; I mean, I'm still trying to figure out how you got the cow and the Harley up on the high dive at the Ramada Inn in Cooterville.....
I'm not sure thats what is mean by a "cardboard testimony..." but I guess it will work for Bleacher Boy.
ReplyDeleteAwoooooooooooooooooooooooo! (Ouch)