This morning while I was spending some time with God, I read a passage from the Old Testament which led to a lively conversation between me and the Creator of the Universe. I have to admit that I was out late last night and I was feeling a little bit punchy. Moreover, the passage was appropriate because last night someone reminded me that I was follically challenged. So in my devotions, I told God that since He won't grant me the ability to fly; how about He grant me the superhero power that Elisha had. Check this out:
From there Elisha went up to Bethel. As he was walking along the road, some boys came out of the town and jeered at him. “Get out of here, baldy!” they said. “Get out of here, baldy!” He turned around, looked at them and called down a curse on them in the name of the LORD. Then two bears came out of the woods and mauled forty-two of the boys. II KIngs 2:23,24
That's what I want...the ability to summon pissed off bears to claw the shit out of someone. "What? I'm bald? Take this you dumbass!" And then I summon the bears. From then on it would be a simple choice: Be nice to me or get first-hand knowledge of the digestive system of Ursus Horribilis.
I guess my wife is right... I am crabby when I'm tired.
Be Well.
Bill
