The Hours of Night
by
The Confused Man #4
I feel that
soon I shall have to change my name. I
am getting less and less confused and with no end in sight. Soon I will be like those that read this. I am sure that the numbers are getting
smaller and smaller every day. But look
on the bright side. I started at
zero. If you can maintain this position,
you will never have very far to fall.
I am going
to be free of the shackles that have held me for so long. I will have a chance to introduce you to my
book and my poetry. But for now I will
try to empty myself of all the meaningless words and thoughts I still have left
in my mind. This shouldn't take long, oh!,
ouch, gee what was that, look out, Ouj, I remember that, you little, how could
you, I never, wait I will do it, your the best, you're the worst, OOOh! I feel better now, how 'bout you?
Now on to
more important things. I have just
finished writing one page explanations of my series of drawings and the written
words that focus on The Gospel of John, Miracles and Hands of Faith. After
finishing the three of them which took me since 2005 I realized that
they were very hard to describe. I have
the three of them hanging at the North Fresno Church in the boardroom.
I should put
copies of them here if I can enlist the help of the tech person in the
family. Assuming that this will indeed
happen I shall begin to sign off. I
believe I will put some excerpts from my writing in the next blog
offering. Good morning to you and have a
great Sunday. Mirror, Mirror on the
wall.
Page one,
boy am I hitting the artificial barrier that artists get. The writer's cramp. That's all I need. Let me bring you up to date until the cramp
dies its own death and I can again thrill you with my verbal and mental
dexterity.
This is what
writer's call a backward story. I'll try to put all the elements of a story
together into one integrated whole. Stir
it up and make a pie for little Jack Horner that he can eat with his curds and
whey.
The story
behind the story is David, who has an excellent memory for spiritual
relationships. It seems he can see into
a person's soul, which makes him a valuable person to have on a Deliverance
Team but not so much for the regular relationships with friends and family.
The more
that David gets into deliverance and exorcisms the more he remembers about his
past, particularly his life threatening illness
at age 3, his coma and seemingly perfect recovery from polio when his father ended
up being paralyzed. It's a sad story but
the backward story is full of promise and sometimes even joy. Ya know, a person's life is jammed packed
full of people. Friends, family,
caregivers and caretakers. Even animals
can become important parts of the puzzle of life. The story is all about how full or empty life
can be and winding its way through each person's life, is our personal
relationship to our God. So let's get on
with it. If one of you were astute (like
me) it would be very interesting to put mine and Debbie's blogs together to
compare them and see how compatible we really are. But if
any of you were really astute you wouldn't be reading my blog in the first
place. See you again soon on the pages
of the Hours of Night with a most confused writer. But one who has access to a truly magic mirror.
Signed: Mr
Confused aka David Friedman aka David Friesen.
END
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