The Late Arrival

I go to church because I want something. I want to feel “full” by the time the hour’s over and I want to exit those doors with something I can chomp on throughout the week. Something to carry me through the weirdo challenges that life throws at me during Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday,  Friday and Saturday. And of course, to tell, sing and meditate my thank you to God for getting me through the previous week. So, like any other Sunday, I went. And I got fed. But I didn’t think the food would have me praying a schizophrenic prayer. The topic was “Forgiveness” and how forgiveness and forgiving is our most critical need as humans.  The Mayo Clinic even has studies to prove it.  As the pastor talked about how when we hold on to old hurts, old words and deeds, they take root and rupture the foundation of our lives I sat. Ears pricked, but I was, admittedly, a tad smug. Seriously...I’ve let old hurts go and my life is pretty peachy. But then he said...

Sometimes I don’t understand Jamie, and sometimes he doesn’t understand me.   It’s not an indictment of our marriage, it’s more of a man/woman thing.   The two sexes are wired so differently that it’s been said men are from Mars and women are from Venus. I think the game of Football proves it. Mental Wiring Remember playing with the neighbor kids and there was always one kid who made additional rules up as they went along and by the end of the game, no one understood anything except the kid who made up the rules? Wasn’t the Rule-Maker-Upper usually a Martian? I think that most Rule-Maker-Uppers grow up to be this guy: Martians are wired to not only be this guy; but they’re also wired to listen to and understand guys like this.   A Venusian, on the other hand, can’t get through this twenty-seven second clip without banging her head on a table.   (At least this Venusian can’t) They can, however, remember a pediatrician’s phone number, ...