Unseen Enemies

A friend sent me a photo of a child who had found my giraffe/poisonous methane pipe art, and had clambered up, within spitting distance of the noxious fumes. I checked into what methane gas can do to developing brains.

Here is what I discovered:
"Risks Associated with Inhalation
Methane gas, in higher concentrations, is capable of displacing oxygen in the air. Thus, if the gas is released into a poorly ventilated area, it can cause a wide range of symptoms, ranging from mild to severe, in anyone exposed. At lower levels, the gas can cause rapid breathing and an increased heart rate, as well as fatigue and emotional distress. At mid-level concentrations, methane gas may cause nausea and vomiting and even loss of consciousness. At its highest levels, methane will displace most of the available oxygen and cause convulsions, respiratory failure and death. Once again, this can be avoided by having the proper ventilation and using a breathing apparatus when necessary."
Read more: Methane Gas Risks | eHow.com http://www.ehow.com/list_5919656_methane-gas-risks.html#ixzz2RKdCRl1i

I am beginning to wonder if painting the deadly methane gas pipes to look like innocuous giraffes was the smartest idea....This gives a whole new meaning to the phrase, "Art to DIE for...."

However, at the moment, I don't care. I have replaced the massive doses of methane I inhaled while painting the methane pipe/giraffe with massive doses of sugar. I visited a dear friend, Carol, yesterday who I haven't seen in about two years. She sent me home with a box of Gigi's Cupcakes. "Cupcakes" is as disingenuous a name for those culinary miracles as "Cuddly Giraffes" is for poisonous methane pipes. Cupcakes connotes small cake like concoctions that only tempt 5 year olds. Gigi's Cupcakes would have single-handedly defeated Communism. Entire armies would be felled by one crumb of Gigi's Cupcakes because their entire existence would consequently center upon finding one *more* crumb of Gigi's Cupcakes. I ate (inhaled) one Gigi cupcake within seconds of returning home from the visit with my long lost friend. The rest of the night, I spent tortuous hours handcuffed to the recliner so I would not inhale the remaining three Gigi Cupcakes. Thanks Carol.

But back to my luring innocent children to death traps. I feel a little like Oppenheimer. (For those folks who spend far too much time playing computer games and not learning anything worthwhile, Oppenheimer is credited with developing the atom bomb.) Oppenheimer, after developing the atom bomb, quoted the famous phrase: "I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds." (from the Bhagavad Gita ). I hope my epitaph will not read, "I have created Giraffes, the destroyer of little children."

As all of you who follow my blogs regularly know, I always have a spiritual message. I try to discern what God is trying to tell me through the events of my day. The message of the cupcakes and the Giraffe/methane pipe was clear. Sometimes things that look scrumptious are death traps, and will make you fat. Beware, and be discerning. Invisible things like methane, and calories, can kill. So can disregard of God. You sometimes can't even see how incrementally you are falling away, until you collapse altogether. The enemy is not always obvious, and lures you with sweet promises. Be on your guard.

Psalm 13:1-6 (NIV)
How long, Lord? Will you forget me forever? How long will you hide your face from me? [2] How long must I wrestle with my thoughts and day after day have sorrow in my heart? How long will my enemy triumph over me? [3] Look on me and answer, Lord my God. Give light to my eyes, or I will sleep in death, [4] and my enemy will say, “I have overcome him, ” and my foes will rejoice when I fall. [5] But I trust in your unfailing love; my heart rejoices in your salvation. [6] I will sing the Lord’s praise, for he has been good to me.






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