To Errol is Human

           I'm always trying to get a good deal, which means-- get as much value as I can for as little payment as possible. My mother was considered  a good shopper.  Like her, I am a good shopper.  I can get good deals.      Just imagine all the jubilant conversations going on during the time you're reading this blog, where people are telling each other about the really good deas they just got. You can practically see their eyes lighting up.      "My first divorce cost me over $10,000, I got a really good deal from my lawyer as a second timer. He's only going to charge me half that.  Almost makes we want to get married and divorced a couple of more times.  Think how much money I'd be saving."      But when I realized that God* was offering me a Good Deal, I stopped to ask if the deals I was so compulsively driven to get were really the best deals.       I attribute my compulsion to get a good deal to conditioning, if not heredity--"Never buy r

Many of my problems seem just like problems in the past, but now I can see so much more going on in the them.   I've become aware of more dimensions to the problem.  As a matter of fact, the more I step toward Context, the richer the stews and the jams I find myself in. So how about this for a name for the nameless One--often called, God-- "Context." Yeah, think of God as Context. "In the beginning was Context  and Context was with God and Context was God. Everything lives in a context, so you see,.........you can't ever really be late. Context is happy to greet and support you wherever you decide to show up. Sounds like the kind of God I could be-live in. Oh....I already am--Oh, yeah, I forget, There's no escape from context. It's a good thing it's infinite. "But wait! If context is infinite, where exactly am I?"  you rightly ask. I guess if you're part of an infinite context, you don't actually end anywhe