Sherry says that is dangerous. BUT I’M thinking about anyone who would kill over a cartoon. While in my mind, comparing that to some ignorant artist that thought a Crucifix in a bottle of urine was art. I remember not long ago someone made a movie about Jesus being gay. I did read a lot of negative comments from Christians wanting to protest, BUT no one came close to threatening the lives much less slaughtering people. I hear Islam is a peaceful and beautiful religion, I am awaiting a huge surge of those peaceful religious people to rise up and publically challenge these ‘few wild eyed terrorists’.
I am afraid I will be waiting a long time. Just like awaiting our court system……They DO plan to try Dzhokhar Tsarnaev for the bombing in Boston April 2013. Our system calls for a fair speedy trial. I hope the fair at least works, and he is convicted.
So I am not going to talk about the tragic events in Paris, friend ‘Jimmy’ has done a good job of that.
Funerals. Years ago when I was a kid, families held wakes. Family and friends brought in food, tea and coffee. Folks stayed up all night with the deceased in the living room of the home. I sorta liked that, all my cousins and I would play and eat. No one put us to bed we just crashed somewhere, usually about 5-6 per bed with many ‘pallets’ on the floor. The next day the funeral director would come out and escort the body to the church.
At the church the casket was ‘generally’ opened and folks filed by the casket with the family at the head of the casket to accept the condolences. I could always depend on some excitement, seeing an aunt or cousin do some screaming and crying as she kissed or touched the corpse tenderly.
Then about15 minutes before the service, the family was escorted out, the casket was closed, everyone got quiet, then precisely at service time the family filed in to sad organ music to reserved seating. (Until this day I always wonder how they figure how many benches (pews) they need to reserve. But it always seems to work out).
Usually the order was prayer, song, speaker read scripture & pray, another song followed by a 15 minute sermon or eulogy. Then the long procession to the grave yard, lights on, folks along the way stopping to pay respects to the family. I always admired the policemen who held their hats over their hearts as the cars went by.
Funerals are more free flowing now, more family and friends saying good things, funny things about the deceased. The feeling is more upbeat. Our scripture says ‘rejoice at the passing’, maybe some are doin that.
At every funeral I am glad I am still alive. I promise to do better. To take more time with family & friends (sometimes it works).
I really do not like attending funerals but I do plan to attend mine. I might just raise up and look around to see who had the nerve to attend.
This one was not designed in a wind tunnel. That is 4 sliding glass doors there.