Son Plays Judge

Malaysian gay pastor to wed 
After Son read this sensationalised news, it triggered an almost immediate uncouth, unthought-of response. Actually it's not totally surprising, for one who doesn't mince words when he feels strongly about certain issues. 

For one whose understanding of holy matrimony is between two people of the opposite-sex, this recent worldwide brouhaha of same-sex marriage is totally repulsive to Son. It shook him to the core and he had no qualms vocalizing his feelings.

Listening to him, I detected a hint of holier-than-thou attitude, and before he got carried away with his harangue and create further verbal damage to mankind, I knew I have to intercept. 'Son', I called out loudly to him to ensure I got his full attention. 'Do not judge...' I paused, for these three words to sink in. He looked ill at ease, then whispered, 'or you too will be judged.........' (Matt 7:1)

This is dedicated to a friend who has been faithfully following all my posts. Greater partner, you are not judged!

The Jacket Plot

I was getting breakfast ready when Son barged in and stood in the kitchen doorway. 'Hey Mom, did you see my jacket?'  'Nope' I said, not even looking up. What gives my teens the idea that I was supposed to know where every one of their possessions was. Son's spinning pen, his hair gel, Daughter's hairpins, her bracelet....

'I've looked everywhere, Mom.'

'Huh, your room?'

'Everywhere.'

I doubt that sureness, Son isn't known for his detailed pursuit for lost things, he hasn't the patience. The phrase, leave no stone unturned, is foreign to him.

'I know where I put all my things, somebody must have hidden it.' He shot an accusatory glare at Daughter. Daughter held his glare then gave me her I-don't-know-what-he's-talking-about look. Son walked around aimlessly, insisting he always puts his things away properly (right!!).

He finally left for his learning centre, still fuming, still convinced it was Daughter's prank. An hour later, I received this text, 'found my jacket at the gent's'. Hmm, another conspiracy or perhaps the work of a scatterbrain..............