Disposable
Coffee grinder. I have one of these lovely looking items. It sits on a shelf and has an air of usefulness, but alas, it doesn't really work well. You can twist the handle until the cows come home (which apparently must be days and days) and the beans are pretty safe.
I've kept it because it does look like a respectable icon from the past—an antique. Some people enjoy antiques, some not so much.
For the most part we live in a disposable age. We have paper plates, paper napkins, plastic silverware...
There was a time when not everyone danced to the song of the White Rabbit. The 'I'm late, I'm late' variety. We can't stop for anything because we're more often than not running here or there. We're late.
I hear people say, 'I hate my life. I don't have time to do the important things, only the necessary things. It's like everything's disposable. Even important things—family, friends, it's all disposable...'
Sometime back...several years now, on my blog "Healing Thoughts", I wrote an ode to words and time.
It was a conglomeration of conversations, some with me, some of them from my reading. The title was:
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One of the traits of the life of Jesus is how he took time for the downtrodden, for the poor, for the weak and for the undesirable. People that were seen as disposable. But lives meant something to Jesus. They meant something—all the way to the cross.
Matthew 11:25 "At that season Jesus answered and said, I thank thee, O Father, Lord of heaven and earth, that thou didst hide these things from the wise and understanding, and didst reveal them unto babes...
28) Come unto me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. 29) Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls.
30) For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light."
