|Sep 21, 2012||Prison Angel|
|Sep 18, 2012||Socking Peculiar|
|Sep 14, 2012||Proper Posture|
|Sep 13, 2012||Ayuh|
|Sep 11, 2012||Cunnin’|
|Sep 9, 2012||On Pond|
|Sep 7, 2012||Dragonflies|
|Sep 5, 2012||The Weight of Stones|
|Sep 3, 2012||Sea Serpent Surprise|
|Sep 1, 2012||Consider Yourself!|
Title: On Pond
Date: September 09, 2012
It’s a bitterly cold day with perfect pond ice. Hard, white and smooth, ice end-to-end, snow free, and Donny’s alone. Since boyhood, Donny has skated rivers, reservoirs, bogs, and ponds.
He understands ice, and always measures its thickness before skating. Using his hockey stick, he measures into an ice-fishing hole -- – eighteen inches deep – enough for a ten-ton truck. He skates faster and faster on each lap around the pond, and each lap is tighter to the shoreline. He ducks branches, leaps logs, and shoots sharply in and out of little coves with quick turns.
Into an inlet, too late, and skating too fast, he sees a black ice patch. Black ice is bad ice in the depth of winter. It breaks beneath his blades, and instantly he’s in the icy water. Twisting left, he pushes his hockey stick out over the thick ice. As quickly as he is in, he’s out again, and soaked to the waistline of his woolen pants. His pants freeze solid as he skates to the car, and a half-inch of ice forms on his skate boots. With his teeth chattering, he cuts off the frozen icy laces and removes his frozen skates, climbs out of his pants, and into the car. A half hour later, it’s a memory.
Let’s Pray: Dear God, we may feel our lives are buttressed, secure and invincible, but the veil between this world and the next is astoundingly thin. Protect us as we go about this day, and if we stand on thin ice, save us, or have someone save us, or You save us. Anyone will do. Amen.
Here’s A Thought: Life itself is flimsy.
Source: Genesis 3:19