Sunday, January 10, 2016

Sunday Observations

On the way to the Kingdom Hall today we passed the scene of a tow truck rescuing a battered car from a grassy area beside the road. We were on a parkway, like an expressway but only 4 lanes and the speed limit is 45 mph. It was on a miles-long stretch with no lights or stop signs. Amazing the damage one can do to a car on such a simple road with a 45 mph speed limit - if that's what he was doing.

To me, a much more hazardous circumstance here is the perpetual use of U-turns to get where you need to go. Where I'm from, U-turns are a rare and absolute last resort. Here it's a way of life ...

... with the occasional novel variation.

 One can be stopped at a traffic light at the intersection of two six lane expressways. Did I say "a traffic light?" Make that a bank of traffic lights strung along an overhead fifty-foot-wide arm of steel. The intersection is a vast plaza with cars going east-west, west east; then north-south, south north. Next, cars, parading in opposite directions, make great arcing left turns. Finally, everything halts producing a huge phalanx of automobiles in all four directions, staring at one another across the empty, immense expanse of pavement. A signal indicates you may embark on your u-turn. Before this imposing audience you scoot into your petite, humble manoeuvre hoping to complete it in the 2-1/2 seconds allotted you.

The Watchtower Study today conveyed very practical and scriptural information about how to help teenagers. Paragraph 2 referred to the need teenagers have for wisdom. I was very pleased to incorporate into my comment a recommendation for teenagers to read the Bible book addressed especially to them for this exact purpose: The Book of Proverbs.

For some reason our study conductor brought the review in for a landing ten minutes early. Not sure why but it could hardly have been a mistake. There is a clock on the back wall the size of Big Ben.

After the meeting, while chatting with various brothers, I noticed my head turning upwards with unaccustomed frequency. Many of the brothers here are taller than me. This is yet another novelty for me that takes a little getting used to. Maybe it is good for me too.

No, on second thought, there's no reason in the world why this should be good for me.


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