Being Uncommon

I am listening to Coach Tony Dungy being interviewed by Rush Limbaugh on his talk show. The subject deals with becoming somebody "uncommon". The premise, as I understand it, borders on striving to be uniquely different from the mainstream or stereotypical not only in the way you serve others but in the way you live your life. Coach Dungy talks about folks preoccupied with "image" and missing the more important point of being who you are to the core. Finding your faith, your life's purpose, the gifts you have been given - and keep your personal communications with God open. When you find that which you love doing, dig deeper and find out why you feel this way about it. What makes you respond to the job - no matter how hard it may be - with enthusiasm, with zeal, and with focus. The answers will come not all at once. God will reveal the answers to you over time. This is how you grow - spiritually and temporally (your soul and being). There will be set backs. Set backs are inherently part of things of this world. But if you keep your faith and know exactly who you are, then you can get back on track - get back on the horse - a matter of speaking.

Porkulis, Porcinus, Porkorama

How am I supposed to feel after B. Hussein Obama's minions in the Senate and Congress passed this obscene spending bill on the backs of Americans yet to be born? The only ray of sunshine from this ugly scene is the fact that the Republicans united against it. Not even the RINOs voted for it.

As a conservative, this claim, by the Democrats, of "stimulating" the economy by funneling millions into the Sexually Transmitted Diseases (STD) cause means that they may be promoting more sex earlier, more varied sex techniques, a much looser sexual practice, sex without regard to consequences and so on. Why else would they be financing the cause for STDs? Let's see, stimulating the economy via STD funding. . . is that toward the direction of prostitution promotion? After all that is the oldest profession.

Democrats may very well be gloating at this time from their decisive victory. Okay. Go ahead. Sow the seeds and make up your bed. Sooner or later you will have to reap what you sow and you will have to lie down on the bed you have made.

Beauty is everywhere. . .

I was surprised to hear birds singing this morning. Is Spring already here? I suspect that the songbirds making all that racket had to be those brown sparrows. They are the ones that never leave - not even in the cold of winter. I see them hopping from bare tree limb to limb. I think these sparrows are pretty smart really. They know that without leaves, the trees can't hide the many insects clinging to their branches. Easy pickings.

This morning, just as I do every morning, I opened the garage door for my wife, who was on her way to work. That's when I heard the birds singing. How beautiful they sounded. Their singing brought hope and some color to the otherwise grey, nude and leafless oak trees. Amazing how nature becomes alive - all at the sound of birds singing.

I went back inside savoring the sparrow's singing. Thank you God for creating such feathered creatures.