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Hobos Rock

In my home, like many, when someone creates a work of art, it is proudly displayed on the fridge.  Here is a drawing that I found displayed today.  It is by my ten year old brother.
In case you can't read the messy handwriting, the caption states, "Hobos rock," and it's of a homeless man (a very happy homeless man, I might add) sitting amongst a pile of garbage, grinning at a caged duck.  I asked my brother what the duck was there for, and he said the homeless man captured it for dinner, which is very crafty of this man, and I am quite impressed by his duck-capturing skills.

Now I don't know if this drawing was inspired by my earlier blog post called "The Hungry, The Thirsty," which I basically wrote about showing love to homeless people, but if it was inspired by that, I'm not sure if the tone expressed by Luke's drawing is exactly what I meant.  Maybe this drawing was inspired by my open enthusiasm for helping the needy... Luke experiences this exuberance every day.  Honestly, I don't know what caused this drawing.  And honestly, I'm not sure exactly what to think about it. 

The picture is kind of running low on political correctness, but at least it says that hobos rock.  I just don't know.  At least he gave the whole, "love everybody, even homeless people," idea a decent try. 

PictureAnother thing that baffles me is the great detail gone into the making of this man.  Notice his long, stringy mullet... the patches on his clothing... he even looks like he has cloths or something wrapped around his feet- either that, or the toes of his shoes have holes in them.  He also has some scruff on that chin of his, and he seems to be quite jolly despite all of the smelly rubbish scattered around him.  Maybe because he captured the duck.

I really don't know whether to congratulate my brother for being open to all people, or scold him for being insensitive.  I just don't know.  All I know is that I had to share this drawing, and let you into the mind of Luke.

Sometimes this child worries me.

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Following the crowd.

Today my brother, Luke, and I went Christmas shopping.  Upon arrival at my house, when we were walking up the hill to my house from my barn, we heard a deafening noise, and then realized several hundred geese were flying overhead. 

"Take a picture, take a picture!" Luke shouted, and so I grabbed my camera and managed to take a picture. 
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I don't know if this even gives you an idea of how many geese there actually were, as they were in this great long line, and the camera wouldn't fit them all into the screen.  The noise that they were making was incredible, and so Luke and I sat out and watched them for a while before going inside. 

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After a few moments, Luke says in a kind of awed voice, "Emily, where are they going?"

"They're flying south for the winter because it's warmer there," I explained in a sisterly way, and he shook his head, pointing as the birds flew into the direction of the setting sun.

"I know all that, Emily.  What I want to know is, why are they flying west?"

I didn't have an answer for him.

As a matter of fact, I'm still a little confused.

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All I have left to say is, when you follow the crowd, there's a good chance you're going to get lost.

Exodus 23:2
"Do not follow the crowd in doing wrong. ..."

 

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