Who would Jesus vote for?

I'm following the American presidential election with great interest, as always. Recently I read about a guy named Glenn Beck who claims that God wants Ted Cruz to win.

I wonder if this was before or after we got to know about the five mistresses. Probably it doesn't matter. The omniscient and almighty God of course knew about the mistresses all the time.

So we may conclude that God is happy with this. It's fine with me too; most important is that the president is able to run the government.

I wonder who Jesus would vote for. Ted Cruz, Donald Trump, Marco Rubio or Ben Carson?

I'm an Atheist, but I still remember many stories that we read about Jesus in Christianity class in elementary school. My picture of Jesus is a man who cared for the poor and the sick, and dishonored the rich and greedy. Remember the story about the poor guy Lazarus who died and was brought back to life. And then there is the parable about the rich man who stored all his wealth in a big barn for his private consumption (Luke 12:16-21):

"So is he that layeth up treasure for himself, and is not rich towards God"

I bet Jesus would vote for Bernie Sanders >:)

(I didn't have a picture of Jesus on my computer, but I found this one on Wikipedia: Sermon on the mount by Carl Bloch)

No country for old men

It's been snowing like crazy for days now. In the forest there's  a foot of powder.  The branches of the birch trees are bending under the weight of the snow.

This morning I joined little boy and his buddy in the off piste.  Little boy moves  like a ballet dancer on his fat skis, zig-zag between the birch poles.  For me it got too technically difficult; too steep and too dense forest. After two runs I was totally exhausted. This was no country for old men.

I took a break, with a cup of coffee and a cold raspberry juice.  Then I went looking for some easier powder, more suitable for an old man like me. Found it and had a good time in the white gold >:)

P'S.  I borrowed the title of the post from the book by Cormac McCarthy.  Great book by the way.

(Picture taken in the birch forest today.)

Twelve inches is one foot

We got a lot of snow last night, and it continued to snow during the day. It's 12 inches now, or one foot.  Maybe it's some kind of magic hidden in the snow, or just a hint about Easter is coming up soon, a reminder about the 12 disciples, and the one and only God, who happens to be three. 

Never mind. Logic reasoning has never been an issue for the priests. Just accept the old humbug. God acts in mysterious ways. Reasoning is the enemy of faith, Martin Luther said >:)

But we're free to make our own choice, and my choice is logic reasoning. Twelve is twelve and one is one.  A foot of snow is always great,  the white gold, powder day tomorrow, when the low clouds and the fog is gone. No friends on powder days, an no gods neither >:)

(It was white-out on the slopes today. I didn't bother to take any pictures because there was nothing to take pictures of. I post an old selfie instead, taken some time ago on a nice sunny day. I just wrote this shit on my cell phone while drinking coffee and waiting for little boy to show up. Sorry about that)

Houses of God and cheese and imperial stout

I've been a little bit sick lately, so we didn't go skiing in the mountains this weekend. Today I went for a walk downtown, to return some books to the public library.  The sun was shining, and it was a nice day for walking. Apparently many people thought the same, because the streets were crowded. There were tall people and short people, skinny people and fat people. All of them carrying bags and backpacks with stuff they had bought.

I took a quick tour around downtown. I visited a shop were I bought a camembert cheese, produced by a local farm. Then, in a different store, I bought a bottle of porter and an imperial stout. The porter was from the town were i live now. The imperial stout was imported, brewed in Denver, Colorado, were I lived for a while in the past. It was a great place to live, by the way.

On the way back home, I passed by the old cathedral. On the other side of the street, the Catholics are building a new church. God is absent in both places. He's just a product of human fantasy, unlike the cheese and the beer I bought, which are real.

The old cathedral was Catholic too, from the time it was built 900 years ago, until the last arch bishop fled from the reformation in the 16th century. Now the Catholics are back. That's fine with me. I just wonder why they have to build a new church. We have plenty of churches already. In most of them both the congregation and God are absent. We could rather have given the Catholics one of the existing churches, giving back some of the property they lost in the reformation.

(Picture taken on my walk today. The old cathedral to the right, the new Catholic church, with the scaffolds, to the left). 

Got snow

Many years ago, when he boys were small, I used to ski a lot in our local ski slope. I took the boys to practice in the ski club after school. in the beginning, I had to ski with them, to help them with the lift, and stuff like that. It was fun, and I learned many things from listening to the coaches. Later, when the boys grew older, they didn't need my help anymore, and I was tired of skiing the same old slopes every week.

The last years, I have done my skiing on the weekends in a much bigger resort. When driving little boy (who is not a little boy anymore) to the ski practice, I just sit in the cafe with my computer, working or reading stuff. But this week, I made an exception. Recently, we have got a lot of snow, the white gold. The conditions on our local slopes are excellent. So this week, I brought my skis, on both the evening practice, and this weekend. It was fun to ski the good slopes again. I did all of them, one after the other. Today I had a great day of skiing together with my best friend. Very good >:)

(Picture taken today, from the patio outside the cafe, in the lunch break)