Pictures, pictures, pictures, part 2. Who do you know who doesn’t have a picture of themselves? No one, that’s who. Especially you. This is the type of photo display you have on your desk at work. You have at least three of these kinds of pictures:
° A ‘selfie’ (ugh) of you and your spouse standing in front of a national monument or national canyon.
° A ‘selfie’ (ugh) of you and your fellow bikers, wearing helmets and glow-in-the-dark lime shirts, before starting a 20 mile ride.
° A ‘selfie’ (ugh) of you and your buds and babes boating on the reservoir.
° A regular picture (yay!) of your kids and their cousins at a family reunion.
° A blurry picture (hmm) of your child dressed as a mushroom in the school play.
° Two pictures (sigh, sigh), one each of your divorced in-laws with their current spouse or hoochie-coo at their 65th birthday parties.
Yesterday’s purge was a ‘wet burp’ inducing carouselle. Today’s resembles a paddle boat wheel. This is useful if your company is suddenly flooded under. You can attach it to the end of your desk and propel yourself to safety while picking up stranded interns, secretaries, and sales executives clinging to their file cabinets crying for mercy.
Psalm 137:1-3 By the rivers of Babylon we sat and wept
when we remembered Zion. There on the poplars we hung our harps, for there our captors asked us for songs, our tormentors demanded songs of joy; they said, “Sing us one of the songs of Zion!”