There is a wisdom in insecurity. There is a security that creeps out from insecurity. There is a powerful claim being made in the embrace of the silent blue guardian. Blue blankets blazon that change is sudden and near. Blue blankets are more subtle than street corner prophets and their cardboard declarations of doom. More subtle, but no less fatalistic. Suffering is immanent. Danger lurks. Trust is a highly inflated currency created and disbursed with little to no collateral.
Linus knows something about the actuality and certainty of suffering:Kids at camp will mock him.
Sally will stalk him.
Lucy will pound him and throw him out of his own home.
Snoopy will rob him.
The girl who sits behind him will reject him.
There is something remarkably comforting about certainty.
It is precisely the presence of a blue blanket that makes Linus
a voice to be heard.
It says he has his eyes opened to the messy menagerie of life moments exploding all around him.
Charlie Brown will never get it...the football that is...because, well, Charlie Brown will never get it.
Lucy might help us with some pop psychology worthy of a spot on Oprah's new network...
but in the end you and I are just another nickel in her mind.
Schroeder's lost in the arts -- out picketing budget cuts for after school programs
and for all the love of Snoopy, he just can't get out of the past -- still fighting yesteryear's front page public enemies.
Linus is our only hope.
The security of his insecurity has led Linus to a fascinating philosophy toward life. It has equipped him with three powerful charms that ward off the bad ju-ju of the impending epic fail lurking behind and looming overhead and laying traps just ahead.
Linus has FAITH: something to believe in that heals his life.
Linus has HOPE: something to look forward to that makes today tolerable.
Linus has LOVE: something to do that makes the first two happen in someone else's life.
And though all the other spiritual gifts named in the Christian Bible are, in those pages, predicted to fail in time, these three remain...because suffering remains. And so long as there is suffering these co-exist to be a response, a deep inner reconciliation, to the problem of pain. This is the security found in insecurity: there is plenty to fear. And when what we fear most happens, those three seeds of wisdom are plowed deep in sacred soil.
A rabid bat tangled in a toddler's hair?
http://www.ky3.com/news/ktla-rabid-bat-in-hair,0,2205072.story
friends like these?
http://www.ky3.com/news/kdvr-two-men-accused-of-partying-with-dead-friend-20110915,0,2635207.story
swamp monsters!
http://www.ky3.com/news/wpix-monster-crocodile-caught,0,5255740.story
Another SAW sequel?
http://www.ky3.com/news/ktla-glendale-hernia-butter-knife,0,6898818.story
Gumby???
http://www.ky3.com/news/ktla-gumby-robs-convenience-store,0,6543594.story
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