EIR: A Funeral of Which I’m Late For

This EIR (Email Inspiration Received) came from Deb. Some of you may have gotten it from her as well. It’s kind of a Sandra Bullock story, but ya know sometimes we need to just slow down and stop trying to look around whatever (whoever) is right in front of our face…by golly, let Sandra kiss us if that’s what she wants to do.

THE WRONG FUNERAL

God doesn’t make mistakes.  He puts us where He wishes us to be. They say there are no mistakes, for everything there is a purpose.  Makes you think….

Enjoy!  We’ll never know where our paths will take us!

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EIR: Random Acts of Culture

EIR (Email Inspiration Received) gives a “hallelujah” shout-out to OFF Jayne for sharing her Handel on culture. 

I don’t know a single soul that couldn’t stand for a bit more of this kind of…exposure. (have you ever wondered why I keep posting this kind of stuff…perhaps it could be that I’m a bit starved for culture in my life? Yes! And don’t you know, I’ve been accused of being just that (lacking culture) more than once…usually by someone more hungry than I).

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EIR: A Painter’s Stroke of Kindness

I hope someone makes a room-with-a-view in heaven for this lady.

Just when our worries of political past, present, and future are nourished by bogged down, obsessed, and bent tendencies, we get this lady – one Kaziah Hancock – to come along and deservingly kick us in the seat of our britches.

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EIR: This explains why I forward jokes…

Email Inspiration Received (EIR) today from my good friend David (Stapp), whom I haven’t spoken face-to-face with in probably 8 years, but have recently been forwarding emails to each other. Here’s how this message goes today:

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A man and his dog were walking along a road. The man was enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead.

He remembered dying, and that the dog walking beside him had been dead for years. He wondered where the road was leading them.

After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of the road. It looked like fine marble. At the top of a long hill, it was broken by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight. Continue reading “EIR: This explains why I forward jokes…”