Fritter Devotionals

  • apple fritterWhen a person has reached the ripe old age I have reached there are precious few pleasures left. Actually, there are many pleasures left but no energy to pursue them and if I happen to catch a pleasure, I can't remember what in the world I'm supposed to do with it.

    One pleasure has been by my side for more years than I care to remember. No matter what the circumstances I may be in at the moment, I can always count on this pleasure to lift my spirits and paint a grin on my mug. Of course, if the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage catches me with this pleasure I have some real explaining to do.

  • to do listHave you ever had a week where everything went exactly as planned? Neither have I. Every week I start out believing this week is going to be different from all the other weeks of my life. This week everything is going to turn out the way I planned. If this has ever occurred, I cannot recall it.

    Take last week, please! I start every week about the same. I meticulously prepare my weekly to-do-list. This is not to be confused with the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage's honey-do-list. Her list, and I learned this by experience, takes precedence over every other list in the world.

  • cellphone iPhoneRecently, and by that I mean within the last month, my cell phone has been ringing out of my shirt pocket. It is rather frustrating because I rarely give my number to anybody. But there it goes, ringing and ringing and ringing.

    Usually the calls are for political polls of which I am not the least bit interested. If they want to know whom I am voting for they are going to have to come up with a little bit of coin for me. Why should I give them information they are going to sell to someone else? We all know politics goes to the highest bidder.

    The only difference between a pollster and a polecat is… I’m not sure there is any.