Deep Thoughts With Michelle

I've had so many posts rolling around in my head lately that they're actually starting to make noise up there when they clink together.  I'm pretty sure others can hear it, too.  And they're important posts...  Not my usual, goofy tripe.  We're talking Deep, Deep Stuff here...  Intellectually stimulating.  Spiritually convicting.  Inspiring.  Thought-provoking.  All that crap. 

Alas, I just haven't had the time to get these masterpieces written down  (And, by the way, have I ever told you I got a job?  That's what I've been doing with my time.  Well, that and being a mom...  and writhing in unbearable pain, but whatevs.  The job's no big deal.  I'm just a cashier at a store you've probably heard of:  Mal-Wart.  You would not beeelieeeeve how many posts I'd like to write about that!  And, just FYI, it's killing me.  The job, I mean.  I'm dying a slow, painful death and shall one day very soon collapse atop my conveyor belt on register 5.  But...  It's no big deal).

Anyway...  I've had much I wanted to say about Christians, Christian Bashing, Gays, Gay Bashing, Chick-Fil-A, Freedom of Speech and the Left's never-ending tendency to force their opinions (and agendas) down everyone's throats and quash the voices of all who disagree with them like two year olds who stick their fingers in their ears, then take their toys and run home crying... 

See?  Deep, Deep Stuff.  You had no idea I even thought of any Deep, Deep Stuff, did you?  Hey, it's not all hot flashes and peed-in pants around here.  I can think real thoughts.  ...Sometimes.

Since I've been unable to complete any of these awe-inspiring, future award-winning posts, I decided to share one that already says a portion of what I would say if only I had time to say it:  If you haven't already seen this on my FB wall, you can read it here at Jen Hatmaker's blog. The post is:  In The Basement, and it's wonderful...

I hope you'll read it. I loved it. It brings to mind a few lines from a Casting Crowns song (Jesus, Friend of Sinners):

Jesus, friend of sinners
We have strayed so far away
We cut down people in Your name
But the sword was never ours to swing
Jesus, friend of sinners
The truth’s become so hard to see
The world is on their way to You
But they’re tripping over me... 

Oh Jesus, friend of sinners
Open our eyes to the world
At the end our pointing fingers
Let our hearts be led by mercy
Help us reach with open hearts and open doors
Oh Jesus, friend of sinners
Break our hearts for what breaks Yours...

Nobody knows what we’re for
Only what we’re against
When we judge the wounded
What if we put down our signs
Crossed over the lines
And loved like You did...

Good song.  Good post (Jen Hatmaker's, I mean, not mine).  Read it.  That's all I have time for today.  Hope you're well and happy.  Tales From Mal-Wart soon to follow. 

I'm out.