Food For Thought

I was more than ready to curl up with a pizza and a bowl of popcorn to watch a movie with Cheryl this evening. That was when it began. The little bread guys jumped out of the loaf and as I prepared to place them in the toaster I started laughing. They were little singing bread guys. I'm certain you aren't supposed to toast bread guys unless you're making cinnamon toast or something with jelly on it. Even the popcorn sounded strange and then Cheryl came out and told me that my youngest daughter was on the phone and she sounded really weird. Of all times of the year for things to get hinky this was it, the night before All Hallows Eve!
Jasmine(my youngest daughter, 20)has been in Oklahoma visiting her grandmother. She and a friend drove down from Colorado to say "hi" this weekend. On the way back the two of them encountered a stranger and Jazz was totally beside herself with fear and worry. It seems she has just had her first encounter with a person that is bad to the bone, demonic, evil! She said it made her physically ill to be around the individual and had to call me to find out if something like that was possible, the whole evil personified thing. I confirmed her suspicions and gave her my best pastoral advice along with a few fatherly asides which went in one ear and out the other, I'm sure. The pastoral thing, though, was quite another thing. She listened intently and spoke respectfully to me. She knows. I've told her since she was very young, there is evil in the world and more unseen dangers than we are ever fully aware of in the light of day. I'm not discounting the sickos that roam the earth, either, but what she has described to me tonight is one of those individuals who has given themself over to Satan and seeks only to serve the dark master. I am thankful that she is safe, and I pray for the remainder of her journey home. I guess it might be well to say that I pray for her and each of my children and grands every day along with lots of other folks. It seems I'm on some sort of pilgrimage for a while in the blog. Angels, demons, and all of the other things that accompany the spiritual realm of which we, like it or not, are a part. Life would be a lot simpler if all we ever saw were singing "bread guys" and friendly little half popped kernels of corn. Maybe I just need to concentrate of food as a thought for blogging. That would be safe, wouldn't it? In Christ's Love, Preacher.