10-6-15 Stupidaline

I have a theory that boys have an overactive stupidaline gland. This gland can remain productive far into adulthood for some guys. When stupidaline kicks in, they do stupid things. The kind of things that keep the show “Funniest Home Videos” on the air.

Even I have suffered from stupidaline rushes. Not so much anymore, but when I was a boy I did. I remember trying different stunts on my bicycle. Most of which didn’t go very well. Take the time I decided to pop a wheelie off a picnic table at my friend’s house. My mind pictured a really cool stunt, but reality stepped in and changed the image. I struggled to get my bike up on the table, then hopped on. I pushed off, put my feet on the pedals, pulled up on the handlebars and hit the ground face first. Somehow the wheelie never happened. Stars floated around, pain slowly made itself known. I could hear something, but what was it? Laughter? Yes, my friend was laughing. His mother came outside and asked, “Why would you do such a thing?”

It seems the sailors couldn’t figure Jonah out. They asked him many questions and including, “Why hast thou done this?” I know the answer. Stupidaline. I can learn from this passage that running from God isn’t wise. In fact, it just could be actions spurred by stupidaline.

 “Then said they unto him, Tell us, we pray thee, for whose cause this evil is upon us; What is thine occupation? and whence comest thou? what is thy country? and of what people art thou? And he said unto them, I am an Hebrew; and I fear the LORD, the God of heaven, which hath made the sea and the dry land. Then were the men exceedingly afraid, and said unto him, Why hast thou done this? For the men knew that he fled from the presence of the LORD, because he had told them.” Jonah 1:8-10

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10-5-15 Who is Responsible?

My school bus driver stopped the bus, applied the parking brake, turned around in his seat, stared hard at us kids for a moment and then stood up. All eyes were on him as he walked down the aisle stopping at every seat and looked intently at the kids. Silence permeated the vehicle. He walked the length of the bus, turned and walked slowly up to the front. No one wanted to be called out by him. When he was angry, he would make the offending kid get off the bus and walk home. For some this would be a few miles and there were no cell phones to call mom to come get him/her.
It seemed someone had thrown a huge spit ball forward and it splatted on the windshield. “Who did this?” He demanded. No one would say anything. He walked down the aisle again, studying faces. The pressure was on. After what seemed like an hour, someone said something almost inaudible. Fingers were pointing at one person. The driver extracted an admission of guilt. He then asked the offender to exit the bus and walk home. He then got in his seat and continued with the route. No one spoke again.
We live in a society and time where no one wants to accept responsibility. They just want to point the finger at someone else. We like to blame the government, the president, somebody, anybody else. Sometimes I feel the presence of God like I felt the bus driver’s presence that day. Maybe some things really are my own fault. Hmmmm.
“And they said every one to his fellow, Come, and let us cast lots, that we may know for whose cause this evil is upon us. So they cast lots, and the lot fell upon Jonah.” Jonah 1:7.
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10-2-15 What is the Matter with You?

I have found myself wanting to say this to certain people and certain times. I want to ask someone who has a body piercing on their tongue this question. I have met people that are in business, but they are rude. I want to ask them, “What is the matter with you? Don’t you want my business?”
I am sure there are people that don’t understand me that would love to ask me, “What is the matter with you?”

If someone does, I think I will respond, “They haven’t diagnosed it yet.” Or “It’s all in my head. Yup, it’s Parkinson’s,” not that that has anything to do with their rhetorical question. I have figured out that when somebody asks that, they aren’t wanting an answer, they are expressing their astonishment.

When the shipmaster said to Jonah, “What meanest thou, O sleeper?” he was amazed to find him asleep and basically asked him what was wrong with him. Was Jonah ill? Was Jonah injured? Was he well enough to pray? Did he just not care? The astonished shipmaster was expressing his disgust and ordering Jonah to pray.

“So the shipmaster came to him, and said unto him, What meanest thou, O sleeper? arise, call upon thy God, if so be that God will think upon us, that we perish not.” Jonah 1:6.
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10-1-15 How Can You Sleep at a Time Like This?

A cloud was coming in, so I decided to walk our dog, Chico, quickly before the rain started. As I stood in the yard waiting for our Pomeranian, who was in no hurry to do his business, I heard a sizzling sound and a huge BANG! I don’t remember lightning sizzling before. Chico needed no more incentive. We were back in the house in short order with our hearts pounding. Chico vibrated in fear for a while, especially when the wind blew the rain against the house while the thunder shook the house.

I’ve never understood how our kids could sleep through such window rattling thunder until I got Parkinson’s. At times, I can sleep through anything it seems. More than once I got up in the morning and wondered why leaves and branches were scattered all over the yard. A storm had gone through and I slept through it. It amazes me that I could sleep at a time like that.

The ship was breaking apart. The sailors were throwing their profits overboard. These seasoned and experienced mariners were afraid. This was the perfect storm. They were fighting for their lives – and Jonah was asleep! I don’t know how he could sleep through it, but he did.

It strikes me as odd that we can sleep through the spiritual storms of life. God sends it and we are oblivious to it. How can that be? How can we sleep at a time like that? I should think that I would run to God in prayer. I would think I would react as soon as I hear the sizzle. I hope that I am learning to do so.

“Then the mariners were afraid, and cried every man unto his god, and cast forth the wares that were in the ship into the sea, to lighten it of them. But Jonah was gone down into the sides of the ship; and he lay, and was fast asleep.” Jonah 1:5.

© copyright Kevin T Boekhoff