Am I an Intelligent Woman or Stupid Girl?

This is the question I have been asking to myself today...still no clues.
By the way, picked up "Friends" today.

Q: where is the relationship going?
1. I love spending time with you.
2. I like the ways you are.
3. When I see you two, there is no love there.
4. I really like you, I love hanging out with you; I had a lot of fun.
5. There’s no point in spending time with someone if it’s just fun.

So where are we?
Well, well to sum up, we’re having fun... BUT Ross gave his key to Mona.
Ha! Funny episode.

Living the message

Dec. 18
Our Wiser Ancestors

Herman Melville once wrote to a friend, "I love all men who dive." Most of us do. But where do we find them? Not in the men and women who attract attention. The trivial and evil feed the appetite for gossip in a journalistic culture. Neither goodness nor righteousness make headlines. Anything which cannot be programmed for mass production, particularly moral excellence, is discarded. Maturity, since it cannot be mastered in a semester course, is no longer a personal goal.
Our ancestors were wiser. They looked around for saints looked for the men and women whose lives were courageously conversant with God, and let them be their teachers in how to live as human begins, which is to say, how to live holy lives. Our secularized world, surfeited on celebrities and victims, has lost the capacity to see God working in ordinary and often unlikely people, that is, to recognize saints. The word itself has been so drained of meaning that it is more likely to be heard as disclaimer--"I 'm no saint"--than as an honorific. Leon Bloy puts us on the way to recovering appreciation and insight in this blunt and bold sentence, "The only sadness, not to be a saint"(Tristesse--de pas etre Saint).

I'm about to die, my life an offering on God's altar. This is the only race worth running. I've run hard right to the finish, believed all the way. All tha'ts left now is the shouting--God's applause!

2 Timothy 4:6--8A