This has been my kind of day. Rain and more rain. I love moseying around in the rain. Mosey is my word from Jennifer, which she says applies to her woods exploring, and it applies to mine as well. I enjoy winging it. I always have! So often in my early years, I couldn’t, but now I can, and it’s a treat. When it rains too hard, I rest in the shelter and think deep thoughts by Jack Handy. I take a thousand photos of the same scene, and they all look different to me.

Of course, we cannot always Wing It. Life brings a book of rules that is heavy and cumbersome. Some people carry the Book of Rules on their backs due to the extreme weight of the treatise. Now with this required burden, many of us seek additional burdens to bear. We are spiritual creatures, so men in their wisdom devise additional rules for the faith they oversee. Faith is the substance of things hoped for, and the evidence of things not seen, but they have taken care of the ‘not seen’ part. Rules from what you wear to how you speak and who your friends are are in the thick catalog. How you spend your money and how much you give to the faith community that you are a member of. Just thinking about God and his mysterious ways is discouraged if it is not in the tome. Folks watch from without the church and wonder why anyone would want to be a part of such suffering.

I remember when poor people were Democrats. If you carried a lunch pail to work, you voted for JFK. My family told me that Republicans were the political party for the rich. We were not rich. There were no virulent missives regarding the opposing political party. Good people were in both parties, and many of the beliefs of each membership overlapped. I was a Reagan fan. He inspired me. He seemed to do more with a wink and a nod than many could do with hard political labor. This was before the Book of Hate was completed. Now, if you are a child of God, you are Republican. Democrats are WOKE. No one seems to care much about what people refer to as WOKE, who have empathy for others and acceptance for all the little children of the world…Jesus taught that.

Winging It is fun. Follow your heart and not your head. Everyone has a place at the table. No one is forgotten, and everyone is heard.

‘I am going to the woods to hear the Preacher,’ Jane said. ‘Many are leaving their churches to hear his message,’ Jane continued. ‘All are welcome and no one is turned away,’ Jane smiled. ‘Wealthy folks and those who have nothing are renewed by his thoughts and simple message of love,’ Jane observed.

‘The Preacher joined me in an Old Fashioned at the Lodge,’ Chet winked. ‘What a good guy, he had some thoughts on government that sounded simple yet profound,’ Chet said. ‘The Preacher noted that government that makes you afraid is not good government,’ Chet observed. ‘He noted that God’s Table is open to everyone without exception,’ Chet commented.

‘Let us fish for a while and tell tall tales,’ Preacher said. ‘More are coming and we must not be rigid about a staring time as God’s message is timeless,’ Preacher noted with a sly smile. ‘Did you like that one? I just thought of the timeless part and thought I would share it with you,’ Preacher laughed. ‘Why would we hurry when God has given us eternity to ponder his creation and our place in it,’ the Preacher asked? ‘The shackles we wear we have forged over a long time, and their weight is heavy,’ Preacher observed. ‘Look at the birds of the air, they toil not, neither do they spin, yet they are arrayed in splendor,’ the Preacher said as he pointed to the birds.