Wednesday, February 9, 2022

Your Horse Is So Fat....

           So...what is up with these posts? One day the writer is telling jokes...the next he's sobbing about America's impending calamities....and the next he's writing about the glories of God? I don't blame you for wondering about this. I'll try my best to explain it.  We'll have to go back to those fun lovin' Puritans:


         Obadiah:     Charity?
         Charity:       What dost thee want Obadiah?
         Obadiah:      Knock knock?
         Charity:       Obadiah, why dost thee say...knock knock?
         Obadiah:      Tis a path for laughter Charity. Thee should answer with...Who knocketh
                              on my door?
         Charity:        Oh! Who knocketh on my door?
         Obadiah:      Jehoshaphat.
         Charity:        I knoweth no Jehoshaphat!
         Obadiah:      Charity...thee should say...Jehoshaphat who.
         Charity:        Tis not good grammar Obadiah. Would God receive
                              glory by using improper grammar?       
         Obadiah:       Doth not God receive glory by obeying thy husband?
         Charity:        Oh, since thee putteth it as such...Jehoshaphat...who?
         Obadiah:       Ya hoss' so fat...it maketh thy flesh appeareth lean...without fatness...
                               ha ha ha ha....ha ha ha ha ha!
          Charity:        Obadiah, has thee been drinking evening ale again for refreshment
                               as thee tilleth the fields ?

         Now I'm sure that it didn't happen quite like this but the Puritans were a serious people who sought glory for their God in everything that they did. They also recognized that God wished them to be joyful and adorned with laughter when not working in their professions or in their fields.
         It is true...the Puritan would not be laughing too much today, living in Vanity Fair as we do, but they would still share laughter at times when their prayers were complete for the evening. I can assure you that my own eyes are moist with sorrow more than with tears from laughter, for our beloved nation indeed staggers as a drunken sot while highwaymen wait to pounce on their fat prey.
         Puritanism is regularly ridiculed today and lambasted from the editorial page to the comics and from the telly to the silver screen but we are but mice compared to their manliness and clownish to their stateliness. The Puritan of England and of our own beginnings in America was very seriously something to behold and I have to even watch that I do not make light of their lifestyle in a way that obscures their main purpose which was to 'Glorify God and enjoy Him forever!'