Implements, Utensiles, spices,light,vessels Julie

Sometimes at work I feel like a Machine, a Implement. I can be a hammer, sometimes a broom, it depends if I'm sweeping or pounding. I feel attached to the tools or objects daily. I am a pot when I cook Lentils for my children. Are we just a object. I am a Husband for the institution of Marriage.

I am a Christian, and Jesus says we must be Salt and Light. Am I dispensing salt as a Salt Truck on a icy road, or one of those small paper packs you get at the Cafeteria. What kind of light am I, incandescent, fluorescent,sun or moon? I think too much at work on the night shifts as I see the humming of the bulbs, ballasts, and monitors.

At home,I am a leash for the dog, spoon for the pot, and the scooper for the cats. I am amazed at how I start to become the object. Feel the spoon, be the spoon. I am the remote when I turn on the TV for my Wife. I am the Clapper when I turn on or off the lights. Why am I babbling like this. I don't know. Am I a object,Utensil, or Vessel?


The Word vessel is in the Bible, sometimes I am a Rowboat, or a barge. I guess I could be a Tug Boat, pulling my children too church, school, and Softball practice. The days are full of objects that we attach too. Julie is going to be gone for a year soon. I tend to rethink about my life. I don't want to be the tool for the purpose, I want to be reborn, as Julie is in Heaven.


I want to think that's there is more to life than being a bread maker, I am a person, you are a person. Thank you for reading my strange thoughts. Tony