The Old Fool
Sarah Alice visited us recently. We talked for hours about old times. She told me that she heard a few friends say they wished I wouldn’t call myself an “Old Fool.” They think it demeans me and the office I once held.
Now I my have troubled even more of my friends by saying that God and Jesus sometimes did what looks to be foolish, and I called them FOOLS in my ode. I hope the poem will be read in its entirety by my friends so they may recognize it as an ode of praise. That’s one characteristic of an ode.
A pastor friend of mine explained in a sermon some years ago that the infinite God has innumerable attributes. In a lecture to our men’s fellowship, a much loved scholar taught that religion is a human construct. Those two statements make it easier for me to believe that God has a humorous attribute.
So, in the beginning it may have been a fun-loving God that gave the earth a spin and let its inhabitants do as they wished. Seeing that society was corrupting itself and people were wasting their time pursuing evil, God so loved the world that he sent his son to save it.
This coming Sunday our Sunday School group has invited two psychology professors to help us to think about our self-identity and how we may or may not be able to shape it. Perhaps I will have some things to share after participating in that group. I wish you all could listen in.
Two things are infinite.
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