So my living room window is my portal to the world. Kinda.
Well, it's the portal I use from the comfort of my Chair.
Yep. Here I sit, pondering the world in a reclined position while sipping Elixir and munching on Fritos.
It's just a handful of Fritos.
Of course, when I take my hand and place it in my old softball glove and THEN grab Fritos, well it's a BIG handfull. Actually a bagful.
Hey.
This might qualify for exercise. Baseball is a sport, right?
Well, kinda, anyway.
Unless it rains.
Or there's a strike.
So here I am, looking out the window, exercising by eating Fritos, and sipping the Elixir of Knowledge.
The salt is making me thirstier than usual. I thump the arm of the Chair while softly whispering as loud as I dare.
"More Elixir, my Queen! Attend me, my Prince!"
They're both still sleeping so they don't hear my royal decree. Which, upon further reflection, is probably a good thing.
I get up, refill, and re-recline.
Now on the second cup of Elixir, a thought sloshes up to the surface.
Huh.
The world is out there.
I am in here.
And basically, I'm pretty okay with that.
Yeah. I'm good. Thanks.
A sentence floats by my mind's eye, superimposing itself on the street scene outside.
It's a familiar thought.
I'd read it on more than one occasion.
"Go out into all the world ..."
Eww.
It is very cold, soggy, and frozen out there.
The woodstove is in here, the Chair is in here, the Elixir is _
But the thought won't go away.
"Go out into the world and ..."
I think about how He did it.
He could've stayed in a nice house, a very nice house, and people would have lined up down the street and around the block to see Him.
Just to talk to Him.
Just to have Him touch 'em.
He could've done everything from His Chair.
But He didn't.
He was out there in the dust and the heat.
The cold.
The storm.
Talking to lotsa people.
Crazy people.
Sick people.
People who didn't even like Him.
He's kinda big on people, I think.
And people live in the world.
And the world is outside my window.
Huh.
Ah, nuts.
I'm not doin' it right if I sit here in the Chair and watch the world go by.
Anymore than eating Fritos from a softball glove is exercise.
Huh.
Well.
It's pretty easy to carry Fritos in a ball glove. And I have a travel mug for the Elixir.
So I guess it's time to get out there, eh?