Thursday, September 21, 2017

From a Peanuts Cartoon: Snoopy speaking to Woodstock, "You should get a job working in a tree." Woodstock appears to be ambivalent. Snoopy delivers the punch line, "You could be a branch manager, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha!!!!"

The world marches on and most of us find ourselves doing somewhat the same as we embrace another day here on the planet. This one happens to be Thursday, September 21, 2017. The way things are going these days, a whole lot of us find ourselves doing our best to cope. (Example: To face and deal with responsibilities, problems, or difficulties, especially successfully or in a calm or adequate manner.) It does help to maintain a sense of humor along the way. It really does. Laughter can be medicinal. That my friend is in the Bible. I want to share a few random quotes about laughter to help emphasize its value. Many of them are anonymous. “A laugh is a smile that bursts.” “Laugh as much as you breathe and love as much as you live.” “Nothing shows more of a man’s character than that which he laughs at.” “Earth laughs in flowers.” “The person who learns to laugh at himself will never cease to be amused.” “Laughter is the shock absorber that helps ease the blows of life.” “Laughter is the closest distance between two people.” “Laughter is a tranquilizer with no side effects.” “Laughter is the brush that sweeps away the cobwebs of your heart.” And finally, the one quote that should make us all take note as found Proverbs 17, verse 22: “A merry heart does good, like medicine, But a broken spirit dries the bones.” Let’s try not to have too many dried bones! Amen.

Since I am still dragging just a tad, I'm left to follow the instructions on the frozen orange juice container: Concentrate. You're saying that isn't a suggestion, it has to do with the form of the juice. Wow! You learn something new every day. Okay. Just kidding on that one but life is often filled with riddles and conundrums. We are left to ponder things like why does glue not stick to the inside of the bottle? or Can a fat person go skinny dipping? or Why is the word abbreviation so long? or If a book about failures does not sell, is it considered to be a success? and finally a real dilly: We can calculate the speed of light but why don't we know the speed of dark? So many questions that spin around with the answers ever elusive. We learn over time to never argue with an idiot because doing so always brings you down to their level and then they beat you to a pulp because of their experience. Life is tough, don't you think? But what would it be without a smile now and then? I've known a few folks who tried to go without much smiling but believe me, it's not any way at all to live. I'm thinking about a particular fellow I know. He does drag a black cloud with him wherever he goes. He's been fairly successful in life. He owns a lot of stuff. I know he was raised up in a Bible believing Church but he hasn't been a part of that scene for most of his adult life. In hearing him talk, I know he loves his family, however, I can't imagine they would enjoy being around him. I try to encourage him but it's still a work in progress. My point? One more time, life is too short folks to live without joy. Someone told me about the way to have joy. J-esus first, O-thers next, Y-ou last.

Hey, you can even find some comedy on the local news broadcasts. I hear more and more people saying they never watch the news because it's just too depressing. What about the weather people? They can be entertaining now and then. Lately, they have one thing to talk about, in addition to the hurricanes, flooding, global warming, tornadoes, wind damage, and similar kinds of weather-related stuff. The ongoing topic centers around the continued heat wave we are experiencing here in late September. Yep. We we are still living in the 90+ range. One day this week it was so hot and humid I climbed out of my truck and waited for my glasses to unfog. I waited. I waited. Then, I waited some more. I finally yanked out my handkerchief and cleared them myself. You learned something? That I still carry a pocket handkerchief? That would be true. Although thinking about it, while I do carry one, it is only very rarely ever used. I will admit that I notice when the weather folks miss their forecast entirely. That's just something I find to be amusing. I know that some likely think I am too hard on the weather people and I might be, but they do offer an opportunity to smile as they tell you today what happened yesterday, but, they never mention how they didn't mention it in their forecast yesterday. That to me tells us that they really don't know everything. Anyway, I recommend that we find humor wherever and whenever we can. And, better yet, as a believer in the Lord Jesus Christ, allow Him to be the source of your joy each day. Joy is not always laughter but what a great combination whenever you can exercise them both on the same day! Now that, my friend, is a blessing! I was finished some time ago but didn't stop my typing. Lord willing, I will do my best to show up tomorrow with whatever ends up hitting the electronic page. May God bless. Amen. .......More later..

Wednesday, September 20, 2017

"Fear can keep us up all night, but faith makes a fine pillow." ~ unknown author

Good morning and welcome. It's Wednesday, September 20, 2017, and I'm thinking some today about how the more things change the more they stay the same. Some of you may wonder if I am still committed to my feather pillows. Do brown cows still eat green grass and give white milk? I am down to the last three available to me. Yep. Three. They tend to shrink over time. I know some would call this a quirk but I would instead say, for me, it is a way of life and given the number of people who complain endlessly about not being able to sleep, thank you very much, I will continue to snooze on my feather pillows. Here is what I wrote in my blog about my feather pillows back on May 23, 2007. "I guess the biggest single hang-up for me is my old-fashioned, feather pillows. My typical sleep cycle is 5 to 6 hours each night; therefore, I am determined to make the most of it! The three pillows I sleep on have been made, remade, combined, and recovered more times than I can remember. They are covered with the old-fashioned blue striped ticking, now very faded. Some of the feathers have to be 25 years or older, maybe much older. I thank God for my grandmother and my mom who passed down some of these pillows and especially my sweet mother in law, who, before her death, gathered up some reserve stock for me. My wife is a committed foam person and over the years she has purchased many alternatives guaranteed to solve ‘my’ problem. Once she thought she had finally found something to take the place of my three pillows. I’m not sure exactly what it was, some kind of goose something, but my verdict after really trying hard was simply: Not even close! (The pillowcases are a completely different subject that will have to wait for another day!)" Twenty-five years or older. Note, I wrote that ten years ago. While the outcome is in God's hands, one does wonder which one will go first, me or my pillows.

Okay. I will, some ten years later, now follow-up with my take on the pillow cases and I'll throw in my preference about bed sheets for good measure. Cotton. Smooth. Soft. I like them to have a completely worn out feel. I hand it to my wife for doing her best to try and provide these accessories over the years. I can hear her saying, "I'm sorry, I thought they had been washed enough and used enough to be ready for our bed." No. I am not typically inclined to be difficult. Wait a minute. Hold up on that one for now. I will get back to you later with an update. Why am I so focused on these types of seemingly insignificant items? Good question. I will try to answer. I typically am up and about for 18 hours each day. I do not have a super long sleep cycle. However, I am very much aware of the importance of sleep in supporting my approach to how I live my life. These seemingly insignificant items help me to get "lights out" sound, and restorative sleep for some 5 to 6 hours each night. It works. For me. It really does. Ask my wife. She knows. And, I appreciate the fact that our bed sheets and pillowcases don't always match. That would not be her way of doing things, but, she does it to support my tiny little, perhaps idiosyncratic, preferences. Please don't write me saying you are praying for my wife. I get that one way too much.

Let me tell you one thing. It seems way too often these days that I am hearing about another of my school chums passing away. They are folks I actually knew since we were little kids. I've lost two more in the last four months. Someone the other day commented on my use of three score and ten, plus one to designate my age. She told me, "Oh, just think about it, you are living in a bonus, one year past the promised seventy years." Yes. I knew what she was talking about. In the 90th Division of the Psalms, we have the prayer of Moses where he said this, "The days of our years are seventy years, and if we are strong - eighty years." (Verse 10) I understand that to be a generalization of how life unfolds, but, I think we all know that no one is guaranteed a set number of years. I read enough obituaries every day to know that. And, I don't know why, and I'm sure she meant no ill will, but, being reminded that I am living on borrowed time did kind of get hold of me. My response is to say that I'm not finished yet. I have more to do. And, with God's help, I will do my best to do what I can with the remaining time He allows me to have. I have to be reminded from time to time that retirement is not a biblical concept. We continue our work for Him until that day when He calls us home. Let me see if I can cheer myself up. A new study from Stony Brook University, published in June of this year, states that 70 is the new 60. This means I am only 61. Woo-hoo! Thank you very much. What's that? You changed your mind and now you think you will mostly pray for me? Good idea. Keep those cards, letters, and prayers a'comin. May God bless. Amen. ....More later.

Tuesday, September 19, 2017

"Santa Claus, the tooth fairy, an honest politician and an old drunk are walking down the street together when they simultaneously spot a hundred dollar bill. Who gets it? The old drunk, of course; the other three are mythological creatures." ~ copied

Last Thursday: Ready to go, ho ho ho!
Good morning and welcome to another day in the world I live in. It's Tuesday, September 19, 2017, and we continue to keep on keeping on, as best we can. With God's help. Of course. Last Thursday, I left work early, got home, cleaned up and made the transformation from the mere mortal that I play on most days to that jolly old fellow who sees you when you're sleeping. It was 90+ outside and I just had to pause and wonder about those guys who do this year round. God bless them. I did what I needed to do. Meanwhile, the wife went and started the car and put the A/C on maximum. I drove over to the professional studio where I met up with the lady we have worked with for many years. Once there, I worked with several sets of kids to establish a routine of all the planned photos. It didn't take me long to remember how involved this role can get. My first little customer was the cutest little boy who was maybe 18 months old. He wasn't that happy about Santa and he had on this little sweater that made him very slippery. And, he was very strong, as well. I will have to admit the combination of the sauna suit and this first little wrestling match, it took some of the zap out of my zip. I will say that driving around with the full-blown uniform does create quite a stir. On my way back home I pulled out to the street and had to wait for a few minutes. A lady waiting on the light spotted me and gave her little boy permission to unbuckle in the back seat and jump up front so he could see Santa. He was excited. He couldn't stop waving his arms. Okay. I admit it. I never get tired of seeing that kind of spontaneous joy. Think about it. I was just sitting there waving at him, but it made his day.

After finishing up with the promotional photos, I hurried home, changed back into my civies, and headed over for a potluck gathering of our Thursday evening Bible study group. Our dear Sister Pat Ervin hosted our group and there were about 20 of us who showed up for a time devoted to fellowship and feasting. The fellowship was great, as always. The food. Let me tell you about the food. It was like one of those best ever Church sponsored dinner on the grounds celebration we used to enjoy growing up. We had enough there to feed Cox's army. That's what Paw Paw Mac used to say. I never had any idea what he meant by that but another person there said their dad had always said the same thing. I wasn't taught this growing up but I have learned that when in doubt, Google it. Here's what I found: "When someone says there's enough to feed Coxey's Army or enough to feed Cox's Army, it means there's an excess beyond what is needed. The expression is southern that originated with American reformer and eccentric Jacob Sechler Coxey who led a march in Washington D.C. in 1894. The history of this expression is one that's true Americana." I'm not sure if my grandfather knew about this but he did know about food. One last thing about our potluck supper. Every dish was melt in your mouth delicious. You can never improve on made with love, homemade cooking. Never. Never. Never. And, I am unanimous in my opinion on that.

I'm not one to use the word hopeless very much. However, when we see what we are seeing, emanating from our nation's capital, well, I'm not sure what the future holds for our Republic. Maybe it took a lightning rod personality of a President Donald Trump to bring to the forefront what we've all seen in bits and pieces over the years. For the most part, government officials have become a club of sorts who are carrying on a mega scam. That scam is being played out on TV as these lifer politicians pontificate from all sides of their mouths. But, we knew this, didn't we? Yes and yes, but, now it's so clear no one can find a way to excuse or cover it up. It's not partisan per se. It's mostly me first politics. My tenure. My position. My power. I, for one, am sick to my stomach. Sorry. I did not take a pessimism pill this morning, but, if you see a ray of light coming out of Washington, well, you might want to get your eyes checked. I would start with myopia and go from there. Okay. Enough about that. I know. Many are tuning it out faster than a speeding bullet. I can't help but wonder if that too is not part of their strategy. You know. Maybe we all will get so sick, we will just leave them alone. This makes me long for that time when God will make all things right. That's where hope exists. He will do that. In His own good time. We have His word on it. I feel better. Take care and may God help us all including this broken country. Amen. ....More later.

Monday, September 18, 2017

Happy 12th Birthday to our Alexander Benjamin, (Alex)!

I didn't know the roller coaster ride made a stop here but I guess it does. That's somewhat overly dramatic but it does introduce us to a brand new back-to-work Monday, on this September 18, 2017. Today I pause to recognize the 12th anniversary of the birth of our grandson, Alexander Benjamin. There's no doubt that with family like our Alex and others, we are keeping the heritage of 'characters' alive and well. Alex can give you an explanation, typically with all the vivid details, of just about anything you might come up with. He does relate a lot of his day by day living to the video games he plays. He and the rest of our clan have had to deal with the certainty of death with the recent loss of his mom's dad, his Grandpa, and my mom and dad, his great grandparents. He is a character and he does light up our lives. We pray for him and for his journey, that God will be with him, every step of the way. Amen. Happy Birthday, Alex. We love you, MiMi and Poppy.

This thing with the love bugs is getting serious. Some think Hurricane Harvey must have created conditions that are even more conducive to the little boogers doing their thing. They are for the most part harmless except maybe their ability to destroy the paint job on almost any vehicle. Our shop office is visited by much traffic every day. Because of that, the door is opened and closed dozens of times. The love bugs like to come in for a visit. They seem to like it here. They are climbing on the walls. Flying around. And, while I try to be tolerant, they cross the line when they crawl into The Cup. You know the one I am talking about. The Cup that holds The Community. I have to check it before I hit the brew button on my Keurig. I can't blame them for being drawn to the rich and full flavored aroma of my Columbian Community Coffee. However, they are now ordered to cease and desist messing with Texas. You know. Don't mess with Texas. I'm just trying to be relevant here. The good news is they will disappear just like they showed up. Hopefully, soon. I can't think of anyone who is really glad to see them each year unless it might be the Maaco Auto paint folks.

I've not been killing any of them intentionally. If I'm driving, well, so be it. And, I might have sat on one or two if they happen to be crawling around in the wrong place. With their average lifespan at 3 to 4 days, well, I've tried to show some appreciation because God must have had a reason for them being here. I'm pretty sure it wasn't so I would have something to write about today. Or, maybe even He was getting tired of the stuff I've been serving up. You do know I'm only joking. Our new fellowship of believers is located between 15 and 17 miles from our home. Our old Church was less than 3 miles away. On Sunday morning the traffic is light and there's no problem getting there. On Wednesday evening, trying to get to the mid-week service has been a challenge. Thus far, we are averaging around 45 minutes on Wednesdays compared to less than 5 minutes before. Coming back home is not too bad because most of the heavy traffic has dissipated. We knew this before we joined. We felt God's leadership in making the decision, therefore, we will be served up a heavy dose of opportunities to learn patience on Wednesday evenings. ("For you know that the trial of faith imparts to you patience." Book of James, Chapter 1, Verse 3, as rendered in the Aramaic Bible in Plain English.) I do hope you have a wonderful rest of the day and may God add His blessings to it. Amen. ....More later.

Friday, September 15, 2017

I have more for you today than you can shake a stick at. (Lancaster Journal of Pennsylvania dated 5 August 1818: “We have in Lancaster as many Taverns as you can shake a stick at”.)

I feel a little like the fellow who gets to the top of the mountain and plants a flag. My flag would say, "I made it!" To Friday. September 15, 2017. I say that because this week has been a wee bit of an uphill climb for yours truly. Here's a word for us all today. Perseverance. This word has to do with us exercising steady persistence in a course of action, a purpose, a state, etc., especially in spite of difficulties, obstacles, or discouragement. (The theological context of the perseverance of the saints has to do with the concept of once saved always saved, and how that nothing can change that.) At any rate, persistent perseverance is a part of the makeup of many of my generation. It may not be as solid as those we followed, but, it is demonstrated in our determined commitment to the task before us. And, at the risk of sounding like an alarmist, I think it is something that is clearly lacking in many of the younger generations today. I don't mean that in a condescending or sour grapes way. It is more out of concern than anything else. I actually think many of the younger generations have a better handle on things like balancing work and family, however, at the same time, this is often used as an excuse for being undependable. Being undependable is a good way for me to describe many of the younger workers I observe. Sorry. But, take it from an old persistent perseverance guy, I think I know what it is when I see it. I do. I really do. 


I don't want to be perceived as the grumpy old man who yells how that things were so much better back in his day. I actually don't see it that way. At the same time, I do think that observations based on experience and knowledge can be helpful. That's it. I'm not complaining, just giving some wise input. You can't deny we are living in some really amazing times. Curt Schilling, the phenomenal major league baseball pitcher, was fired by ESPN for expressing his conservative views. He also is being kept out of the Baseball Hall of Fame for the same reason. Meanwhile, they have liberal commentators at ESPN who can say whatever they want to about President Trump and they get the 'free speech' pass. More NFL players are joining the so-called protest during the national anthem. Meanwhile, ratings are falling. (I suppose the NFL sees this as a 'free speech' matter, but, remember all the blowback when Tim Tebow took a knee in recognition of his heavenly Father.) Recently, an author opined how that going after minorities who loot after a natural disaster reflects white racism. Have we lost our minds? Also, something that supposedly has always been off limits, we recently witnessed two nominees for positions within the new administration enduring endless questioning regarding their conservative religious beliefs. One was castigated for affirming his belief that Jesus is the Savior and the only way to be made right with God. Those doing the questioning would not dare ask others in different religions those kinds of questions. Never. Just Christianity. One more time folks, we are living in some amazing times! 

Okay. I think I may have moved in the direction of becoming increasingly wordy over the past several weeks. My wife points that out to me from time to time. It can be a slippery slope. I may have slid down one or two slippery slopes growing up. Muddy banks make for good sliding down into the creeks. But, that was a long time ago. Believe it or not, in the preceding paragraph, there were many more examples of the double standards that have become the norm in our culture today. I could have used more, but, most of my readers know exactly what I am talking about. You think I'm kidding about that. Right? Here's one of the biggest of all. Think about all the relentless criticism hurled at First Lady Melania Trump, an immigrant and naturalized US citizen. It has been merciless. If one critical word was ever uttered about Michelle Obama it was immediately branded and condemned as being racist, period. I rest my case. For today. It's been an interesting week around these parts. I do hope you and yours are making it okay. I close by wishing everyone a great Saturday and Lord's Day Sunday. May God watch over us all. Amen. See you next time. .....More later.

Thursday, September 14, 2017

"The human brain is like a freight car. It was created to hold a large capacity but it is often running empty." ~ copied

There must be something going on in the atmosphere. The last several days I have been less than eager to hit the ground running each morning. That's not like me. But, it is what it is, and we all have something to deal with as we face each day. The one we are dealing with today is Thursday, September 14, 2017. Maybe it's all these love bugs hanging around. It could be some type of planetary inversion. I have no idea what that means, but, when one seeks for an explanation it's best to consider all alternatives, even those you know nothing about. It leaves me hoping that I will snap out of it soon and get back to my 'morning person' persona. I guess the concern is that I might somehow, at my age, get stuck in low gear. The Community Coffee helps some. As Paw Paw Mac used to say, "It's good for whatever ails you." Based on prior experience, the ancient Persian adage may soon show itself to be true, "This, too, shall pass." I know that one is often attributed to the Bible. It could be that it is confused with the often biblical usage of, "And it came to pass." Here's my take. I will gladly receive the benefits of either of those sayings. Until then, I'll try to follow another of my grandfather's admonitions, "Son, you've got the same clothes to get glad in."

I suppose it could be worse. ~ The light at the end of the tunnel has been turned out until further notice. ~ The doctor called and said you have only 24 hours to live. He called yesterday. ~ One good thing, we are going to name this disease after you. ~ I've gotten you a replacement hamster, and oh yeah, one more thing, you are adopted. ~ Just to let you know, the airbags worked perfectly in your new car. ~ Your blood test indicates a very serious disease but your cholesterol is really great. ~ I know it is tough that you lost both your feet but I did find someone who wants to buy your sneakers. ~ The Company has done exceptionally well recently, while you were on vacation. ~ You've been recognized in your neighborhood, with toilet paper and shaving cream. ~ You missed a call. It was the funeral home calling to see how you are doing. ~ I hate to tell you this but I just saw your stockbroker hitchhiking out of town. ~ Three calls are holding for you. 1) The FBI, 2) The DA, 3) Local news reporter. I adapted these from random places, however, the point is that things typically could be worse. I know some of these are pretty bad but maybe a chuckle can be found in there, somewhere.

I hate it that we must typically add a disclaimer when we make an attempt to be humorous. No animals were harmed in the writing of that particular paragraph. And, there was no intention whatsoever to offend anyone. I've always been short. I haven't checked my height lately but I do know that as we age we shrink. In our height. Not necessarily in other areas. I'm living proof of that. As a kid, I was often reminded of my diminished vertical status. I think most of it was in fun. I cannot recall a time when I interpreted what was being said as a form of bullying. Being hit by a much bigger fellow so hard that it made the heels of your feet throb, well, that was probably bullying. At the same time, I can never remember being left out of any activity because of my height. We didn't have a basketball dunking contest back then. 'Abbott and Costello' were pretty popular in those days. I did get called the signature, 'Hey A-A-A-B-B-B-O-T-T-T!' many times. Of course, Abbott was the tall guy in the duo so my cohorts were not necessarily demonstrating any great insight in their teasing. If it ever became an issue, I wasn't aware of it. Maybe that's part of the missing sequence on that brain tape of mine. But, as I so often remind us all, with God, He is no respecter of persons. He sees us all the same. And, He cares. Enough to make provision for us through His Son, the Lord Jesus Christ. And, as the song says, 'the ground is level at the foot of the cross'. No one stands taller than anyone else. Maybe I liked the attention I was getting. Whoa! That needs further investigation. For another day. May God bless each one. Amen. ....More later.

Wednesday, September 13, 2017

I've always wanted to be a part of an exclusive club. As of April of this year, there were an estimated 7.5 billion people breathing air on the planet. There are only a few thousand Santa's. I think I made it.


Santa with training wheels from 2009.
Good morning and welcome to Wednesday, September 13, 2017, here at the ole blogger ranch. It got here much earlier this year. I am working on doing my best to do my best to get into the Santa mode for tomorrow afternoon's promotional photo session. The wife retrieved The Suit and it appears to be well rested from its sabbatical. This will begin my 9th year in what we call The Santa Enterprise. When I decided to get started I knew I wanted to put my best foot forward. I didn't even know if I could find somewhere to show up as Santa, although, I figured surely someone would allow me to do charity work. I told the wife I wanted to buy a quality uniform. It was around $400. I can't remember if she rolled her eyes or not, but, she supported me doing it, with some reservations. I knew I could grow the beard. I knew I could wear padding. I knew I loved children. Since I had worked one Christmas season as a department store Santa back in the early 1970's, I also knew there was a lot of work involved in being the Jolly Old Elf. My grandson and I drove down to a novelty shop near the Gulf coast where I purchased my first uniform. The grandkids thought it was pretty exciting. Our children, the three boys, wondered if it was time to check out a place to put me, just in case. The business of being Santa took off. All word of mouth. A couple of years later I talked the wife into joining me to portray Mrs. Claus, we purchased her uniform, and we were off and running. We've done more than 100 events and I'm glad to say we have done our best to bring joy to children of all ages. The professional photographer I will be working with tomorrow will have some kids there to be in the promotional photos. The kids. If anything can get me into Santa mode, it's the kids, they can do it!

Things do not always appear to be what they seem. President Carter told a joke to an audience while in Japan and everyone burst out laughing. He felt very proud of himself. He asked the translator about it. The translator told him exactly what he had said in Japanese to the audience, "President Carter told a joke, everyone must laugh." Embarrassment is something that stays with you a long time. I well remember returning a warm greeting on the full elevator only to find out the person was greeting someone behind me. I sometimes forget that I am vertically challenged. I read about an organist lady who had a very busy schedule one day. She had three funerals and a wedding to do. The wedding was early evening and last on her schedule. By the time it started she was so tired she automatically began playing a funeral song during the processional. Being pranked as a child, this fellow had been told that when he whistled, no one could hear it except him, inside his head. He finally learned this was not true. In the 7th grade. Sometimes it's best to keep what you don't know to yourself. Like the fellow who overheard someone explaining why the forensic examiner character on NCIS is called Ducky. His name, after all, is Dr. Mallard. He had to admit he didn't know that. (I didn't either, but, I am okay with not ever having given it any thought. Had I given it any thought, which I hadn't, I may or may not have caught it. I think I would have caught it. I'm pretty sure. If it matters at all, I do like Duck Dynasty.)

That pie chart may not add anything to that little story. I get feedback at times about my choice of graphics. Let me see if this one will work. It was the best I could do on short notice. Looking at the pie chart, it's obvious there's a lot that any of us does not know. I Googled "what you don't know will" and I got mostly sermons on that subject as in, what you don't know will hurt you. Let me flesh that one out a little. Many people actually believe that when the end of life comes they will face God and He will determine their eternal destination based on what they have done, good or bad. What if they are wrong about it being that way? See what I mean? There are not only serious but eternal consequences at hand. You know. Heaven or hell. That's why knowing the truth is crucial. The truth about how all of this works can be found in God's Holy Word. On a personal note, I think I'm more comfortable today in admitting what I don't know as compared to my younger years. Maybe that's wisdom or maybe it's the reality of the age I have attained. Or, maybe I don't know even about that. Now I am confused. That means it is time for me to say 'Goodnight Gracie'. Take care and may God bless each one. Amen. ...More later.