Friday, September 09, 2005


Because ............


BECAUSE I'M A DAD...
..I must hold the television remote control in my hand while I watch TV. If
the thing has been misplaced, I'll miss a whole show looking for it, though
one time I was able to survive by holding a calculator.

...when I lock my keys in the car, I will fiddle with a wire clothes hanger
and ignore your suggestions that we call road service until long after hypothermia has set in.
Oh, and when the car isn't running very well, I will pop it open and stare at the engine as if I know what I'm looking at. If another guy shows up, one of us will say to the other, "I used to be able to fix these things, but now with all these computers and everything, I wouldn't know where to
start."

...when I catch a cold I need someone to bring me soup and take care of me
while I lie in bed and moan. You never get as sick as I do, so for you this
isn't an issue.

...I can be relied upon to purchase basic groceries at the store, like milk,
or bread. I cannot be expected to find exotic items like "Cumin" or "Tofu."
For all I know these are the same thing. And never, under any circumstances,
expect me to pick up a copy of "Cosmo" or "Better Homes & Gardens."

...when one of our appliances stops working, I will insist on taking it apart, despite evidence that this will just cost me twice as much once the repair person gets here and has to put it back together.

...I don't think we're all that lost, and no, I don't think we should stop and ask someone. Why would you listen to a complete stranger--how could HE know
where we're going?

...you don't have to ask me if I liked the movie. Chances are, if you're crying at the end of it, I didn't.

...I think what you're wearing is fine. I thought what you were wearing five minutes ago was fine, too. Either pair of shoes is fine. With the belt or without it looks fine. Your hair is fine. You look fine. Can we just go now?


I looked at all the caged humans in the prisons...
the cast-offs of human society. I saw in their eyes love and hope, fear and dread, sadness and betrayal. And I was angry.

"God," I said, "this is terrible! Why don't you do something?"

God was silent for a moment and then He spoke softly,
"I have done something," He replied. "I created you."



.