Don’t Just Stand There, Do Something (A response to Don’t Just Do Something, Stand There)

Go to the ant and consider.

Wear matching socks.

Create a floss event.


Run Forrest, run!

Read some e-mails,

and respond to one.


X-it the marked spot

and lace up your shoes.

Tell your ego you are tall enough.

Think and walk simultaneously.

Moss doesn’t grow

on a moving target.


Tell your shadow

to get in line

and try to keep up.

Here comes the sun,

here comes the sun,

and I say

it’s all right.

82-year-old man is oldest to hike all of New York State’s 46 High Peaks

Jerry Levine joined the ranks of the Adirondack 46ers, so-called because New York has 46 mountains at least 4,000 feet tall.

Matthew 19:26

Strength and Beauty. Truth and Grace

Photo: Strength and beauty remind me of truth and grace

I see stuff like this every day. This was yesterday. I had to walk about fifty yards off the road to get a good shot. Sometimes the photos are captured right on to my facebook page to invite my social media friends to look with me. I will add a caption for thought or humor…words are what I do, I can’t help me self. It took me a few more deliveries to find words for these horses and when they came they read:

Strength and beauty remind me of truth and grace.

One of my favorite movies is one from the eighties called The Man from Snowy River. There are horses everywhere in this film. The artsy cinematography endows these creatures with a bigger than life air around the human plot which unfolds. Their beauty and strength are front and center and one of the lines I remember is when Spur says to his nephew Jim, “A man without a horse is like a man without legs.” Man’s best friend the canine was usurped by the equine, in this film anyway.

Well, these in the picture above put legs on my thoughts and I began to roll with the motion of a canter then a gallop mentally. These harbingers of strength and beauty got me thinking about what I feel are the parallel concepts of truth and grace. Please know again, I am not a theologian, I am a receiver of the God given creation around me. God’s artistry is often a catalyst of the transcendent messages I take in through the senses.

Truth and grace seem to be distant cousins at best on the surface of things. Hold on a sec.

Try them on individually.

The huge muscles of a horse represent the concept of truth to me. Truth is strong. Truth is fibrous. Truth is power.

And yet…

Without the movement called grace, truth is just intellectual assent. Without grace, truth cannot be translated into understanding. Understanding is the application of truth.

The horses standing there were majestic and all, but if they started moving, started galloping I would have hung around for a bit.

My seventeen year old daughter noticed a few things I posted on facebook using the word grace and she shared with me the definition from the original Strong’s concordance.

Grace: God’s divine influence upon the heart and its reflection in life.

Whoa horsie! Really? That definition is gonna take us for ride, is it not? I’ll admit I sometimes don’t want God’s influence on or in my life. But who really wants to sit on a horse that doesn’t move, eh?

Spur was right…”A man (or woman) without a horse is like a man (or woman) without legs. Heeyah! Giddyup! Get along now!


“And the Word became flesh and dwelt among us, and we beheld His glory, the glory as of the only begotten of the Father, full of grace and truth…And of His fullness we have all received, and grace for grace. For the law was given through Moses, but grace and truth came through Jesus Christ.” John 14, 16, and 17 New King James Bible