Showing posts with label Seven Deadly Sins. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Seven Deadly Sins. Show all posts

Sunday, March 01, 2009

Sunday Morning Church Disservice: Seven Deadly Sins

It is a sunny, yet blustery and cold Sabbath in Bagwine, Ohio.

So, does that mean that March is coming in like a lion or lamb? No matter which, since it’s Lent, I can’t eat either one.

My meatlessness started only four days ago and it has already resulted in me going from 187 lbs. to 184 lbs. Praise Jeebus, and pass me another plate of chili beans.

I have seen that some folks on the internets have been doing a meme series based upon the Seven Deadly Sins.

I thought today would be a good time for me to take inventory of my wayward ways.

Lust…Oh Baby!! Do I ever lust. I do love the ladies. Fortunately in my adult life, I have been able to confine my lust to flirtations, thoughts, and an occasional quickie with myself and a picture of my desire within the confines of my bathroom.

Gluttony…I shouldn’t smoke and shouldn’t enjoy beer and Bagwine as much as I do, but other than that I live a fairly Spartan existence. Minus the gay sex with other oiled up Greek soldiers.

Greed…I’d like to have plenty of money as much as the next person, but I certainly don’t dwell on it. And when I do have money, boy do I spread it around. Hence the reason…that I have none.

Sloth…I have always been a hard worker no matter where I have been employed. However, in other areas of my life...


I procrastinate. I start things and don’t finish them. I lose focus. So, I’m not a full bore sloth; I am more of a three-toed sloth.

Wrath…One of my few virtues is my patience. While I am never one to back down or shy away from taking down anyone, I really have to be pushed and my anger is slow to rise.

Envy…I envy but one thing. If a person has nice teeth, I will sinfully yearn to have their choppers instead of mine. Father, forgive me.

Pride…Me? What ego? Yeah, when it comes to what I write, my humor, and my expert skills in going south on a woman, I am uber-proud.

However, I am also quite self-deprecating, quick to compliment, and enjoy seeing and aiding in the success of others. I can live with that.

Amen, and Amen…

It’s going to be a long day today…11-7 in the beer mines and then off to see my Sweetman. But, before I go…

I’d like to say Godspeed to Paul Harvey and his family. Mr. Harvey passed away late yesterday at the age of 90.

While I was never a fan of his radio show or his political commentary, I admire anyone who can build and maintain a successful career in broadcasting that spanned 50 years.

Enjoy the rest of your story, Mr. Harvey. And to all of you…

Cheers!!