I first joined eHarmony in New York when my husband was spending most of his time with his girlfriend. I charged a year’s subscription to his credit card. I was then living in Brooklyn, NY and knew I’d be moving to north eastern Florida. So, I asked for “matches” (that’s what they call it) who lived in Florida. It was safe because of the long distance. In an entire year, I got one nibble. Still, I amused myself reading the profiles of men in Florida looking for women to be their special something.
So, my eHarmony subscription expired and I didn’t renew. I was in the middle of packing boxes and moving to Florida with a small dog and three cats. I’d no sooner gotten settled in Florida and unpacked, when I got an offer from eHarmony that was too good to refuse. [Somebody who works there has to have been born and raised in Brooklyn.] I had a full life in Florida, was a member a great church and of a group that had nothing to do with dating or single life. But the price was right and I signed up again for three months.
This time I was way more picky. And I soon discovered that men who considered themselves to be “Christian” simply meant their parents and grandparents were Christian. It was a family thing, like a box he checked of on the census. To be fair, some of these men sounded really interesting though none of them shared my grace-oriented Christianity beliefs. I’d venture a guess that most of them didn’t own a Bible. There were a few (thankfully, very few) who were looking for well endowed women. I wanted to message them saying, “You’re no kind of Christian.” I did manage to restrain myself. I guess after filling out an exhaustive Q&A personality questionnaire, I expected more from eHarmony. Most of the men (truly Christian or not) didn’t bother to answer any questions. I suspect women on eHarmony fill out the questions, but not so much the men. So, how can women tell what the men are all about? Unless you have true discernment, it’s a crap shoot.
My subscription will expire in another month. It’s been an interesting experience, though not fruitful in the sense of what the company offers. I will not renew again no matter how good the financial offer. I have a friend who met her second husband through Match.com. So I do know God can and does move through online dating. And I do have to note that according to Barna research, there’s a higher rate of divorce among Christians than non-believers. So, quite a few Christian women should be aware of online dating…and not everyone will have my experience,
Walking Sophie, my gal pal, on this misty Sunday morning in NE Florida is quiet and relaxing. I took a few photos and couldn’t help contrasting this bucolic scene with what was going on in my former hometown, NYC, after last night’s street bombing. Thirty people were injured.
If Sophie and I walk to the right when we leave the house. No place to hide a pressure-cooker bomb with a note and a cell phone.
If Sophie and I walk to the left. At the end of this street there is a rooster crowing.
Instead we chose to walk straight ahead where this tree had a major branch come down a week before Hurricane Hermine. We do get tropical storms with high winds.
My heart and prayers are with New Yorkers and also the people of Seaside, NJ who also had a bombing last night that thankfully failed to go off during the Marine Corps race. I know this is so scary, yet I also know the people of NYC and New Jersey are strong and will fight back against any type of terrorism.
McDonald’s Ordering Kiosk in Coney Island, Brooklyn, NY
My last days in Brooklyn, I didn’t feel like cooking, so I went to McDonald’s. On this visit to Mickey D’s my belongings were packed and on a moving van and I would be leaving the next day, lock, stock, doggie and cats.
I wouldn’t have thought anything about it except that I’ve spent a lot of time in Florida over the last two years, especially the last six months. The customer service level in the Sunshine State is so superior to that in NYC it boggles the mind.
I went to the counter to place my order and was grouchily directed to the kiosk. I placed my order and waited patiently while workers with scowls on their faces trudged back and forth getting food for patrons. In Florida, as soon as a customer walks in the door they’re greeted with, “Welcome to McDonald’s.” It’s not that way only in this fast food chain, but in every single establishment people go into.
I immediately thought of the recent increase to a $15.00 minimum wage in New York State. This kiosk must’ve eliminated one-to-two employees on this shift. But then why pay $15.00 an hour for surly employees?
Avenue S, Brooklyn ~ 24-hours after blizzard
With over two-feet of snow (Central Park measured 25.1 inches), you’d think New York City would be stopped in its tracks. Not so. The city was up and running the very next day. This is due to pre-planning and snow removal crews that know what they’re doing.
The city-wide 24-hour travel ban helped in the clean up. I had to laugh having read a piece calling the police hauling away 25 drivers who disregarded the ban evidence of a “nanny-state”. I’m pretty conservative politically. Yes, there are a few of us in New York City. Let me tell you, the travel ban is not evidence of tyranny. Seriously, we must use some common sense. Eight million people live in New York, with over 6,000 miles of the world’s busiest streets, 840 miles of subway tracks (much of it above ground in the outer boroughs) , not to mention railway tracks anchored to Grand Central Terminal and Penn Station.
The 25 drivers who ignored the travel ban should be ticketed and fined. The Sanitation department had the Herculean task of plowing and salting not only the major avenues (some of them four lanes), but also the side streets and dead end streets. This they did in 24-hours. Plows and sanders shouldn’t be slowed down by selfish drivers on the road, or have to go around those vehicles. With freezing temperature and winds whipping snowfall sideways at speeds up to 40 mph, police had to deal with the homless who were in crisis during this blizzard. The gas and electric companies had to come to the aid of buildings that had lost heat. The travel ban was for the public good and of public safety. By Sunday, the next morning, anyone who had to report to work, could. Residents could get to local stores, if need be. It wasn’t business as usual, but it was on its way back to normal.
With a city the size of New York, the only way to deal effectively with a blizzard or hurricane is to have a travel ban during the worst of the storm. That’s the how essential city services get out in front of it. However, just to keep things in perspective, this wasn’t the worst NYC blizzard on record. February 11-12, 2006 recorded a record 26.9 inches of snow; and December 26-27, 1947 recorded 25.8 inches.
I’ve just spent two days in a packed room with a few thousand believers at The Living Victory Faith Encounter in the Times Square Marriott Marquis Hotel. What a wonderful time I had.
On Friday night, September 11th, I was ushered up to the check-in counter with others who were pre-registered. The session opened with Lindsey Rae (daughter of Kellie Copeland Swisher and granddaughter of Kenneth and Gloria Copeland) leading the pre-service prayer. Lindsey is young, energetic, sweet, and has a heart for prayer. At the Saturday morning prayer, Lindsey chose from the crowd a person from law enforcement, a teacher, a member of the military, a pastor, a youth leader, and several others to lead us all in prayer, each of these praying for the group they represented. This became such a powerful time of prayer.
The worship music was awesome and energizing. The lyrics of the worship songs were totally aligned with Scripture. I was delighted to get to hear Kellie sing.
The theme of the two sessions was: Living A Life of Great Faith. At the Friday evening session Brother Kenneth declared, “The body of Christ has no business with fear.”
Saturday morning opened with coffee, followed by prayer, then Brother Copeland spoke. He pointed out, “Grace is the overwhelming desire of God to treat believers as if sin had never happened.”
Twin Towers Clean up
This year September 11th is tearing my heart apart…again. I remember the first September 11th vividly. I live in Brooklyn, NY and had charred pieces of paper from offices in the Twin Towers drifting from lower Manhattan and landing in my driveway. I remember the funerals that went on and on for weeks. I live in a middle class neighborhood where many of the first responders who perished lived.
World Trade Center/911 Memorial fountain
Now the site of the World Trade Center/911 Memorial has become a tourist attraction. Pedestrians walk through the site unrestricted. I’ve heard this upsets some of the family members of those lost on that horrid day. Most of the family members consider the ground to be sacred and some want it enshrined. I sympathize with them and their pain. I consider the ground to be sacred, but to me, the sacred is part of my life.
If we block off the area, frown on people walking through taking photos while snapping their gum, it will be easier to forget. I think few have forgotten. This year especially I sense that. Feelings are raw. America remembers.
The New York City Fire Department certainly has not forgotten
Twin Towers Cross
The many volunteers have not forgotten who rushed to help in any way they could in the days after the terrorist attack.
I personally don’t know anyone who has forgotten. And this year, so many say it’s just ripping their hearts apart all over again.
On the first day of Spring NYC had yet another snow storm, albeit, this one a minor one, only three to four inches. But it came down steadily and it stuck. So, the Department of Sanitation had to get its trucks out sanding and salting once again. This after a series of horrendous snow storms this winder.
By morning the city had the roads cleared. They are real good at that, real good. With all the traffic on Avenue U (a busy thoroughfare), thankfully by morning the pavement was clear.