I always think that, too, when I watch A Christmas Carol and see Bob Cratchit lighting candles placed on a tree. How did London not burn down every Christmas eve?
I once went to the Krishna Temple in Berkeley, Ca. and volunteered to help clean, etc, just for the experience of being there. They said, OK, but to test if I was sincere they brought out an old wonky ladder and said I could clean the chandeliers. This ladder was, at least, twice the size of the average ladder, and appeared to have been purchased sometime during the Middle Ages, but I went up, anyway. And, even still, I had to carefully balance on the top to reach the lights. Luck was on my side that day, but I would never do it again. The first and last time I ever climbed a ladder.
“The Middle Ages” LOL
Wow, that really WAS a test. Except couldn’t it have gone very badly for them if you fell off and killed yourself?! Hmm……
Yeah, heights do not bother me at all. But unstable equipment does. The ladder would have to be a fresh purchase from Lowe’s, basically, before I’d go up it.
My problem isn’t even shedding the mortal coil. It’s falling off…surviving…and then having to live the rest of my days in pain hobbling around on the ankles I broke when I fell 15 years before.
You’re very brave!
That would be one insanely tall angel. In fact, an angel small enough to dance on a pin head and yet tall enough to change a church light bulb is why people should fear angels far more than they do.
This made me laugh out loud and brought back a lovely memory from the 70s. I spent all of Mass looking at a boy I called “Gabriel” fantasizing about kissing him!
That’s great, Kerry. I was lucky. I had a pastor who was this imposing, old school, slyly funny, line-backer sized guy who dressed like Neo in the Matrix, told stories of seeing evil spirits, and would call out an old lady in the front row he saw chewing gum to “swallow it or spit it out.” Then he would hold out his giant paw to receive the gum. No one ever dared approach him. When he left I suddenly realized how dull church could actually be, and, I guess, that led me to thinking about ceiling light fixtures.
We had one of those but he didn’t look like Neo. He was more of a hulking Irish farmer masquerading as a priest. Frightened the daylights out of all of us!
Our cathedral is having a make-over……incandescent’s out LED’s in….. electricity bill too high ..so our angels are very busy at present…….after hours when no-one’s around…..
Angels?
Could be they’re the eternal kind.
Or infernal.
In which case they would be of the infra red variety.
Excellent point. Like heat lamps.
This made me smile. It’s so relatable. :)
Thank you, Bets(y)
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Thanks, David!
That’s divine light. Angels change the bulbs, and God pays the electricity bill.
THAT’S IT!
me too
Me, too, too.
Haha! Iām like that too
Good!
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Maybe the bulbs never burn out.
That is the prevailing theory!
How many angels does it take to change a light bulb?
If I knew a wise old owl, I would most certainly pose the question.
You’ve never heard
of fallen angels?š”š
Haha. I live in Los Angeles. I know all about them. Thanks, DR
Can you imagine what it was like when they had to light candles?
I always think that, too, when I watch A Christmas Carol and see Bob Cratchit lighting candles placed on a tree. How did London not burn down every Christmas eve?
An enlightening thought.
And yet I remain in the dark.
You can switch on the light.
Top Treffing as always š It’s the work of 90 watt incandescent cherubs I’m certain.
Incandescent cherubs? Not a bad title what.
HAHHA! Oh my gosh I’ve been so guilty of that! In many places with high ceilings.
Thanks, Janny!
Yikes!
Well, it’s true! Thanks for reading, Seliza
Hehehe. An interesting duty, tho. I wouldn’t mind doing it!
I once went to the Krishna Temple in Berkeley, Ca. and volunteered to help clean, etc, just for the experience of being there. They said, OK, but to test if I was sincere they brought out an old wonky ladder and said I could clean the chandeliers. This ladder was, at least, twice the size of the average ladder, and appeared to have been purchased sometime during the Middle Ages, but I went up, anyway. And, even still, I had to carefully balance on the top to reach the lights. Luck was on my side that day, but I would never do it again. The first and last time I ever climbed a ladder.
“The Middle Ages” LOL
Wow, that really WAS a test. Except couldn’t it have gone very badly for them if you fell off and killed yourself?! Hmm……
Yeah, heights do not bother me at all. But unstable equipment does. The ladder would have to be a fresh purchase from Lowe’s, basically, before I’d go up it.
My problem isn’t even shedding the mortal coil. It’s falling off…surviving…and then having to live the rest of my days in pain hobbling around on the ankles I broke when I fell 15 years before.
You’re very brave!
You got me good on that tref. Loved it.
Thanks, Cincinnati
Well, if it’s a medieval cathedral, the answer would be, “God.”
God was a lot more ‘hands-on’ back in those days.
Hahaha good one!
Thank you, Diane!
God!
That is definitely the consensus!
The tallest dancer
Upon the head of a pin
May change the light bulbs
That would be one insanely tall angel. In fact, an angel small enough to dance on a pin head and yet tall enough to change a church light bulb is why people should fear angels far more than they do.
The length of the pin
Turned by the dancer on point
Ouch ouch out dim bulb
Great!
Hahaha..so trueš. I have the same feeling when I see a pot hanging too high…how do they water it everyday..(Summer in India is harsh on plants..)
Poor little plants! They have a great view, yes, but at what price?
This made me laugh out loud and brought back a lovely memory from the 70s. I spent all of Mass looking at a boy I called “Gabriel” fantasizing about kissing him!
That’s great, Kerry. I was lucky. I had a pastor who was this imposing, old school, slyly funny, line-backer sized guy who dressed like Neo in the Matrix, told stories of seeing evil spirits, and would call out an old lady in the front row he saw chewing gum to “swallow it or spit it out.” Then he would hold out his giant paw to receive the gum. No one ever dared approach him. When he left I suddenly realized how dull church could actually be, and, I guess, that led me to thinking about ceiling light fixtures.
We had one of those but he didn’t look like Neo. He was more of a hulking Irish farmer masquerading as a priest. Frightened the daylights out of all of us!
š
Our cathedral is having a make-over……incandescent’s out LED’s in….. electricity bill too high ..so our angels are very busy at present…….after hours when no-one’s around…..