I had the oddest dream this morning. I dreamt that there was a Civil War re-enactment of the Battle of Nashville going on, and it was happening all around my house. I was too busy getting ready for work to realize it at first, but when I finally figured out why there was all this louding booming and banging going on outside, I went outside to watch. By then, however, the most exciting parts were over and it was just little skirmishes here and there — and "dead" bodies lying everywhere. Still, it was fun to be a "part" of it all and I couldn’t wait to tell my friends that my house stood in the middle of an old Civil War battlefield.
During the heaviest part of the battle, some soldiers came in needing to borrow a floor lamp and walked out with one of my favorites. I found it later and brought it back, glad it wasn’t too worse for wear, but still…
What was that about?!?!
Somebody’s brain knows all the verses to “The Battle Hymn Of The Republic”!
“I have seen Him in the watch fires of a hundred circling camps
They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps;
I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps;
His day is marching on.”
You must have given them a dim and flaring lamp….;-p
Your brain is a very scary place, my friend! 😉
And it probably was dim — though I don’t know how “flaring”… it was outside and NOT plugged in! Good grief. You’dah thunk they’d at least have had an extension cord….
Well, soldiers need Jesus’ light as much as anyone else, and at least they chose a good place to look for it. They could get a light from you without the usual baloney. It’s too bad they didn’t keep the lamp. Maybe it was just long enough… and you still have it to give away the next time.
I hope this has been an illuminating comment. Sometimes I’m so bright my mother calls me “son.”