Blind Folly

Prayer Time with Perry

Editors Note: Rick Perry is our guest devotional writer.
In my younger days out in Paint Creek in West Texas, I’d often sit staring out at the sunset in my perfectly knotted Boy Scout kerchief, just thinkin’ about God and his wonderful creation. “This is the day that the Lord has made,” I’d say to myself. I would not do this, however, if the temperature was above 103 degrees. So there are limits to my appreciation of the environment. Gas and oil, which God has placed in the ground for our use and enjoyment, can’t be seen at all. But they’re there.  That’s what these climate-change scientists don’t understand. I wish they’d come to Texas and see how we’ve used these resources to balance our budget and fund our Texas lifestyle.  While they’re here, maybe they could help the kids we haven’t been able to provide with a school breakfast. After all, aren’t these scientists supposed to be smart?

The words will come easily, flowing from some unknown source: “Shamballah abugraibShaniatwainHalitosisKirstenDunst.” Something like that.

The words will have a rhythm that vibrates to the music of the spheres, yet may strangely keep time with the beeping car alarm down the street. It will be sonic. It will feel so schweeeet. You will melt, refreeze and then split into shards and flinders. You will meet the God who is immutable, impassible, and timeless. He will quiz you on Open Theism and Orthodox Theodicy and posit you this one challenge: “Define Non-Bivalentist Omniscience.”

You must espouse nothing, but rather be espoused to one spouse only. And then speak this one phrase in a whisper: “My counsel shall stand, and I will do all my pleasure.”  Follow this up with a strenuous P90x Core Synergistics workout, a quick shower and then hit the commute.