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RUST ON MY SOUL (A Novel) (Published by Bridge Press in 1985 & Distributed Internationally) (A new Series has begun and will continue until finished)
INTRODUCTION (Repeated for those new to the series)
In an old loose leaf notebook, Thomas Kettering wrote when there was a cry from his heart. He wrote when his inner longing spilled over into the reality of his days. He did not write every day, only when he felt he must. How often he wrote or when is not important. The journey is what counts, for it is a diary about all of us, to all of us. “A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step,” and even a stumble is a step.
Evening
“Let me tell you who I don’t like.”
It is a fussy, frantic, futile litany in our house.
It’s a learned response. We reverberate off each other’s revulsions. Prejudice is a package we used to pass around, but not anymore. Now we each have our own private little containers.
We aren’t restrictive on our list of rejections. We move from racial slurs to economic digs to super snobbishness at the drops of a rancor. And it isn’t funny. And it isn’t clever. It’s plain punk.
You can’t pass hate out your front door without dripping it all over your living room.
Animosity refuses to be selective. Even when you’re on target it splashes back.
“That little snip, who does she think she is? Just because she’s a cheerleader –“ Connie was on another dinner table recital.
“I knocked more than the chip off his shoulder” Billy banged the table to emphasize his point.
“You should have heard that woman at the hairdresser. If just one more time she –“ Nancy, not to be outdone or overwhelmed, related her tale of woe.
Tonight, I too had an anger to share. We hurt inside from so much outward anger.
Evening
I need a vacation. Not so much away from here but away from me. I’m tired.
Physically, psychologically, emotionally I feel worn out. Can mountain air refurbish my psyche? Can the seashore wash away the ashes of my burned-out emotions? I don’t know, but my only choice is to try.
Damn, I forgot! Nancy might be a problem.
Always before she has been ready and able to go anywhere, anytime. Now, with this job of hers, she might not be able to take the time off.
Well, we’ll just have to see. Damn!
Must I always be profane? Compared to most of today’s profanity mine is that of a mild-mannered Clark Kent. But that’s hardly the point.
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RUST ON MY SOUL (A Novel) (Published by Bridge Press in 1985 & Distributed Internationally) (A new Series has begun and will continue until finished)
INTRODUCTION (Repeated for those new to the series)
In an old loose leaf notebook, Thomas Kettering wrote when there was a cry from his heart. He wrote when his inner longing spilled over into the reality of his days. He did not write every day, only when he felt he must. How often he wrote or when is not important. The journey is what counts, for it is a diary about all of us, to all of us. “A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step,” and even a stumble is a step.
Evening
“Let me tell you who I don’t like.”
It is a fussy, frantic, futile litany in our house.
It’s a learned response. We reverberate off each other’s revulsions. Prejudice is a package we used to pass around, but not anymore. Now we each have our own private little containers.
We aren’t restrictive on our list of rejections. We move from racial slurs to economic digs to super snobbishness at the drops of a rancor. And it isn’t funny. And it isn’t clever. It’s plain punk.
You can’t pass hate out your front door without dripping it all over your living room.
Animosity refuses to be selective. Even when you’re on target it splashes back.
“That little snip, who does she think she is? Just because she’s a cheerleader –“ Connie was on another dinner table recital.
“I knocked more than the chip off his shoulder” Billy banged the table to emphasize his point.
“You should have heard that woman at the hairdresser. If just one more time she –“ Nancy, not to be outdone or overwhelmed, related her tale of woe.
Tonight, I too had an anger to share. We hurt inside from so much outward anger.
Evening
I need a vacation. Not so much away from here but away from me. I’m tired.
Physically, psychologically, emotionally I feel worn out. Can mountain air refurbish my psyche? Can the seashore wash away the ashes of my burned-out emotions? I don’t know, but my only choice is to try.
Damn, I forgot! Nancy might be a problem.
Always before she has been ready and able to go anywhere, anytime. Now, with this job of hers, she might not be able to take the time off.
Well, we’ll just have to see. Damn!
Must I always be profane? Compared to most of today’s profanity mine is that of a mild-mannered Clark Kent. But that’s hardly the point.
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TO BE CONTINUED
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A quote below to be posted on this Wyrick’s Writings blog entitled ANOTHER THOUGHT ON PRAYERS
“Some people take the scripture that reads “Speak Lord, for thy servant heareth” and rewrite it to read, “Listen Lord, thy servant speaketh.” (Samuel 3:10)
Could what you prayed for be considered a Christian prayer? Remember …if you end your prayer with the words “In Jesus name” you certainly want to have prayed a prayer he would approve.”
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The book RUST ON MY SOUL is available on amazon.com
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A quote below to be posted on this Wyrick’s Writings blog entitled ANOTHER THOUGHT ON PRAYERS
“Some people take the scripture that reads “Speak Lord, for thy servant heareth” and rewrite it to read, “Listen Lord, thy servant speaketh.” (Samuel 3:10)
Could what you prayed for be considered a Christian prayer? Remember …if you end your prayer with the words “In Jesus name” you certainly want to have prayed a prayer he would approve.”
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The book RUST ON MY SOUL is available on amazon.com
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To view an abundance of unusual stories and comments by Neil Wyrick go to Neil’s other blog ONE A DAY, YOUR SPIRITUAL VITAMINS
Click on the following URL
http://oneadayyourspiritualvitamins.blogspot.com/
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