Discerning Elvis

I've been thinking over Discernment. One of the thing that went through my mind the other Saturday was "work on your book". I posted the above video since it shows Elvis doing one of his pre-concert rituals: Praying. Here's another take: I'm just sitting here, tyring to imagine the scene in the present day. King of Music, and he prays before a concert? Isn't God for sissies and rednecks? Well, both Elvis and I can plead guilty as charged on that last one. And really it's about priorities, what comes first. And being human, sometimes we get it wrong. I can't help but thinking in the first video is reason he needed to calm down was because he took a whole bottle of amphetamines 2 hours before. Lord knows, I've done things that were just about as bad. But we must keep on going and to borrow from another Sun records artist, walk the line. So how do I intend in proceeding with this crazy project that landed on my lap? Drop my other crazy stuff, like find a job in Memphis, or write a book and get it published? Well, I'm just about done with my book, and I can't leave my mother twisting in the wind, although the passage where Jesus tell his Followers to let the dead bury themselves plays over and over again in my mind, So I'm just trying to juggle several balls at once and listen for that still, small voice and trust and obey. As Greg LeMond said, it never gets easier, you just go faster since it's the 4th, I'll leave you with this and this. It was Elvis Favorite Gospel song Until next week, TCB and FHS.

Oh My God, what Did I sign up for?

Well, it was a Busy couple of days. I did go out for a bike ride: and wound up In downtown Cohoes: Before Heading home: I got talked into going to a Pre-ordination class, and then I had to go to a funeral. Oh Boy, what did I ever agree to? Maybe there's still time to back out. Let's see where the Lord leads on that one. Sunday, I went out for a brief ride over to Joe Bruno Stadium: Before heading over to the Western Turnpike Golf Course for The Bishop Ball Golf Tournament, where I was a hole watcher. What is a hole watcher? See this nice Rav 4: and this Lovely hole? Well, If some one were to make a hole in one shot, I was to award them the car. I spent most of the day working on my book, which involved make sense of the lectonary reading for the 19th Sunday after Penetecost, 1954. I think I wrote some of the readings down wrong. No one won the car, which was good, as there was no service in the prayer book for awarding it: Lord, we thank thee for causing the ball to hook most fortuitously and beg thine divine mercy for wrapping the nine iron around the bush on the seventh hole.... Until next week (Hopefully, a less hetic weekend

if it wern't for bad luck....

Well today, I broke my seat frame:

Thankfully, I was able to borrow the one off the Giro (want to buy a bacchetta Giro real cheap? Have I got deal for you!)
anyway, the Week has been fun, and thrilling. Filling out form, talking to recuiters, all that jazz. Where do I want to go next?
Well, that's not really my decision, Granted, I do have some control, but you must play the hand you're dealt.
You recall me babbling on about Vincennes? well, those feeling are still with me. This has played havoc, but at the same time, it's opened some windows:

My usual view when I'm typing away.
Only this week I was busy listening to Loreena Mc Kennitt and thought it was snowing outside:

nope, Maybe it was that still small voice telling me to follow. The Journey is mine to make, but not to command

Maybe I need a discernment class.