Monday, March 14, 2005

Middle Aged Hairy

You know that hairy guy that hangs out on the bottom of the spring, covered in mud? The guy that steals your dog? The one that redeems your male-ness? Answers to prayer almost always are in ways that I did not expect. Maybe Jesus was surprised the hairy guy from the wilderness was the one who would baptise him. Ever see a hairy guy in a muscle man competition? Anyway, got some clarity today. Thanks Mr. Bly. Thanks IJ. Or Harry. Or, whatever your name is. I took the key a while back and didn't realize it. Now I can be more aware of trying to put it back. My hair has something to do with it.

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