In many ways, this has been a heavy week–actually a heavy few weeks. A friend of our family and co-worker of Greg’s, Jeff Hill, passed away this week. My friend, Daniel, has gotten very sobering news about his cancer. And, in no stratosphere near those two things, I have been pouring through tax documents to apply for tax deductible giving status for Women’s Discipleship Concepts. I am officially turning in that application today!
I spend a lot of time thinking about serious things, and I have had more alone time lately, so I am always in a brain run-a-round. However, this morning in my blog reading, I ran across a piece that I thought was hilarious. Maybe it is because I can be a bit of a nerd or theology junkie, but you have to check this out–I laughed out loud. All I am saying is it is about puppets.
I only have a few comments to make about puppets…I practiced the art of puppetry on a mission trip in 1990 to Maine. When I was supposed to be moving the puppet’s mouth to “Jesus Loves the Little Children,” my puppet looked like it should be drooling with it’s mouth wide open and head to the side. Puppets creep me out a little bit, and I was not aware that they were even still around…but this article proves they are.
Humor me. Read the article. Even if you do not get it, you can picture me laughing hard and wonder where my sanity has gone.
The Art of Coming Alive 
Oh. my. gosh. I think I just broke a rib. Hilarious. Even more hilarious was the commenter trying to defend the position!
I have MAJOR issues with puppets and you might have noticed that I never used any during my cm stint. Now I teach Pre-K sunday school and talk to a stuffed kangaroo named “Pockets” every week. It’s good times!