After many days of stormy weather that's kept me indoors, today I woke to blue sky, sunshine and a day with no wind and no rain. I'm feeling good.
I've done two loads of washing and put it on the line and now I'm off to play some golf.
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I checked the other guys' blogs but won't let that ruin my good mood.
Robert banged on about buckets using some rather dodgy historical sources to identify their origin (along with the obligatory spelling errors). I'm just surprised that he didn't manage to get Jesus, Mary and the Holy Trinity in there. Never mind, I've done it for him:
What a prima donna.
Anyway, I don't care - I'm off to have fun in the sun.
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(to the tune of 'There's A Hole In The Bucket')
There's a bank at the golf course,
Dear Peter, dear Peter,
There's a bank at the golf course,
Dear Peter, a bank.
And what if I fall down it,
Dear Richard, dear Richard,
What if I fall down it,
Dear Richard, what?
Climb up it, dear Peter,
Dear Peter, dear Peter,
Climb up it, dear Peter,
Dear Peter, climb up!
I'm puzzled about the moral of the Bucket parable. Is it like the foolish maidens who didn't bring oil for their lamps? Maybe it's symbolic of a living a virtuous life.
The moral of this parable is that people who
are forever drifting from church to church in hope of finding some alternative to the standard bucket from which they can scrounge just enough water to cool their burning tongues will be disappointed. The oasis stands for the churches holding the truth, the water of life. The drawers represent the shepherds or teachers of the churches. The “bucket” symbolizes 1) our appropriation of all those means of grace that God has appointed for stimulating our maturation in Christ and 2) our humble submission in those areas of faith and obedience where the Spirit of God is dealing with our consciences. Now a bucket that won’t hold water symbolizes anything in the way of cheap and easy substitutes that Christians rely on for an artificial life support system when their souls are arid and languishing.
Well, you've got that off your chest, TC.
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