Tuesday, December 31, 2019

Looking back is only useful as a catalyst for moving forward.

Good morning and welcome to the end of the road for 2019, here on this Tuesday, December 31, 2019. Last Sunday I recognized the birthday of my sister JoAnn. Here is the posting I put up on Facebook: ~Today is my sister JoAnn's birthday. If there ever was a family person, a family history person, a caring family person, and one who has a sense of the importance of family, well, that would be JoAnn. She loves first and asks questions later. She has not had an easy go of it in life, yet, she hangs in there. Her health is a constant battle, yet, she hangs in there. As far as siblings, it's our elder sister Frances, then JoAnn, and yours truly as we continue this family journey God has given to us. We've said goodbye for now, first to our dad back in 1954, then the eldest child in our family, Jimmy Don, in 1961. Then our baby sister Kayla in 1978. And, also younger brother Donald in 2011, and finally, to our beloved parents, mom in May of 2017, with our stepdad, Jose, following in July 2017.  I pause today to commend my sister Jo for her love for God and her supportive and caring heart. That is a good testimony. Happy Birthday and may God provide is my prayer. Amen. ~

I don't have a highlight reel composed to review 2019. If my math is correct, today's edition is number 257 for the year. They say the more things change, it is the more they stay the same. Here is my very first New Years' blog from December 31, 2008.

Key to a GREAT 2008!

Okay, here's what the Merriam-Webster Online Dictionary says about the word RESOLUTION:

Main Entry:
res·o·lu·tion
Pronunciation:
\ˌre-zə-ˈlü-shən\
Function:
noun
Etymology:
Middle English resolucioun, from Anglo-French or Latin; Anglo-French resolucion, from Latin resolution-, resolutio, from resolvere
Date:
14th century
1: the act or process of resolving: as a: the act of analyzing a complex notion into simpler ones b: the act of answering : solving c: the act of determining d: the passing of a voice part from a dissonant to a consonant tone or the progression of a chord from dissonance to consonance e: the separating of a chemical compound or mixture into its constituents f (1): the division of a prosodic element into its component parts (2): the substitution in Greek or Latin prosody of two short syllables for a long syllable g: the analysis of a vector into two or more vectors of which it is the sum2: the subsidence of a pathological state (as inflammation)3 a: something that is resolved b: firmness of resolve4: a formal expression of opinion, will, or intent voted by an official body or assembled group5: the point in a literary work at which the chief dramatic complication is worked out6 a: the process or capability of making distinguishable the individual parts of an object, closely adjacent optical images, or sources of light b: a measure of the sharpness of an image or of the fineness with which a device (as a video display, printer, or scanner) can produce or record such an image usually expressed as the total number or density of pixels in the image

Any way you define it, many will have a list in mind as we end 2007 and begin a brand new year. One of the things that this should tell us is that none of us, not even one, has fully arrived in terms of having our act together. This is not only a fact from observation, but it is also a biblical truth that tells us that being a child of God means that we are always growing and changing and developing up until we draw our final breath here in this sojourn on earth.

I know most of the resolutions made by most people will be associated with things like diet, exercise, and other personal improvements that are needed. I would recommend for folks like me that we start with the spiritual needs we have and then seek to allow God to work on those rough edges that need to be improved. Things like our devotion to Him first in all things and then how we relate to others, our spouses, our children, our co-workers, our fellow Church members, and the world at large. Instead of making it really hard with a lot of lists, I know Jesus boiled it down into two major areas: Love God with all your being and then demonstrate that love for God in how you show love towards others.

Meanwhile, many of us most likely do need to take better care of the bodies God has given to us and we do need to work hard on tasks that need to be done. But life is short and priorities are key if we are to make the most of the time God has given to us. Therefore, I recommend to me and to all who read my blog that we make those profound but simple commandments from our Savior the foundation of how we can pursue a great 2008!

I have greatly enjoyed doing my thing in the blogosphere and I do hope and pray that someone along the way has been encouraged, challenged, and maybe even at times have broken into a smile from my sharing of so many discombobulated musings. May God bless you and yours, and Lord willing I'll see you in a new blog in 2008! Amen. ......More later.

Ditto for 2020!

Monday, December 30, 2019

"The story is told of a little boy who fell out of bed. Asked what happened, he said, 'I guess I just stayed too close to the gettin'-in place.' That is exactly why many people fall away from God after their conversion - they stay too close to the "gettin'-in" place and do not grow to maturity. It is no shame to be a baby, if you were born a few months ago. But if a person has been a child of God for several years and has not grown, he has a problem. Everyone needs to grow as a Christian, and everyone can grow, if he/she simply applies the Bible principles of growth." ~ David E. Pratte

Welcome back to Monday here on this December 30, 2019. I'm not too much into new year's resolutions. I would imagine my wife could come up with a long list to help get me started. I am very much aware, even at my age, I am still a work in progress. And, that implies the reality that I have not arrived, but, He, the Lord God of heaven, well, as the children's song puts it, "He's Still Working on Me."

He's still working on me
To make me what I need to be
It took him just a week to make the moon and stars
The sun and the earth and Jupiter and Mars
How loving and patient He must be
'Cause He's still workin' on me

He's still working on me
To make me what I need to be
It took him just a week to make the moon and stars
The sun and the earth and Jupiter and Mars
How loving and patient He must be
'Cause He's still workin' on me

There really ought to be a sign upon my heart
Don't judge him yet, there's an unfinished part
But I'll be better just according to His plan
Fashioned by the Master's loving hands

He's still working on me
To make me what I need to be
It took him just a week to make the moon and stars
The sun and the earth and Jupiter and Mars
How loving and patient He must be
'Cause He's still workin' on me

In the mirror of His word
Reflections that I see
Makes me wonder why He never gave up on me
But He loves me as I am and helps me when I pray
Remember He's the potter, I'm the clay

He's still working on me
To make me what I need to be
It took him just a week to make the moon and stars
The sun and the earth and Jupiter and Mars
How loving and patient He must be
'Cause He's still workin' on me

He's still working on me
To make me what I need to be
It took him just a week to make the moon and stars
The sun and the earth and Jupiter and Mars
How loving and patient He must be
'Cause He's still workin' on me

Written by the late Gospel songwriter and singer, Joel Hemphill

That, my friend, is my testimony, and I really can't deny it. Therefore, I am thankful He hasn't given up on me and since I am still here, I know He has more work for me to accomplish. I can identify with the sentiment expressed by an old-time preacher man, the late Dr. Havis McBride when he described the nature of the believer's development by calling us all, "fellow strugglers". The good news is how God has provided for us in this ongoing conflict, " You are of God, little children, and have overcome them, because He who is in you is greater than he who is in the world." (1st John 4:4) Some Christians seem to think that struggling is beneath them. The Apostle Paul had this to say about his own personal situation, "For the good that I will to do, I do not do; but the evil I will not to do, that I practice." (Romans 7:19) Some read that and want to throw in the towel. Fortunately, the Apostle did not leave this as our lasting legacy because he in the same passage gave the key to how we can achieve growth and make progress, "O wretched man that I am! Who will deliver me from this body of death? I thank God—through Jesus Christ our Lord!" (Romans 7:24-25)

You didn't need a sermonette this morning. Good! I don't have to look far to find someone who did. Right! You guessed it the first time. "It's me, it's me, it's me Oh Lord, standing in the need of prayer." Amen. .....More later.

Friday, December 27, 2019

“What’s Christmas time to you but a time for paying bills without money; a time for finding yourself a year older, but not an hour richer.” ~ Ebenezer Scrooge in Charles Dickens ‘ "A Christmas Carol"

Example: From an image off the internet.
Hello friends and neighbors, it's Friday, December 27, 2019, and I hope you are still basking in the glow of the true Christmas spirit. May I say to you the Christmas inflatable yard ornaments do not look so good during daylight hours. They look like they have been the subjects of a massacre of some sort. Reminds me of Bourbon Street and the Vegas Strip in the bright sunlight. It does look different. Which one is closest to reality. I report. You decide. I notice people are not typically driving around to look at them during the day. I know that's not very astute, but, I did think it was worth sharing. More than one of our neighbors celebrated Christmas Day evening by shooting off fireworks from their driveways. I found the remains of at least four fairly large bottle rocket in our front yard. Our beloved across the driveway neighbors, Ellis and Ruth, who are both gone to their reward, used to stay up worrying about some of the fireworks landing on their roof. Fortunately, this time, no harm was done, but, we do have New Years coming up.

Here's the first paragraph from a blog I wrote 8 years ago. ~ Santa's sleigh rings too loudly with all the little bells for him to qualify for the No Bell Prize! Welcome to Wednesday and we are still in the Christmas countdown mode on this mild 14th day of December in the year of 2011 (as we calculate days). I've thought about thinking about what my favorite Christmas memory is but I'm not sure I can come up with one that stands out so as to be my all-time favorite. I do have many to choose from and I'm not bragging because good memories are a blessing and we know that any and all good things come from God, therefore, we thank Him for allowing us to have so many good recollections of our Christmas celebrations. But when in doubt, Google it. You do know what I mean. Right? Here's a sampling: My favorite Christmas was .....When I got my Atari. I almost cried. ~ My favorite Christmas was the year I got a BB gun from my dad. It was awesome! And, contrary to my mom’s fears, I didn’t shoot my eye out—or anyone else’s. ~ It was in 1943. My sister was a new baby. My family had been into the nearby town of Kennett, Missouri and were returning after dark. As my mom lit the old kerosene lamp, my dad built a fire in our wood cookstove. As we stood there in our kitchen around the stove, my mom and dad looked at each other, smiled and started singing, Silent Night. Our smiling, singing parents did more than the cookstove to warm us and to this day, tears come to my eyes when I hear Silent Night. ~

I've already heard folks connecting vision for planning and future projects to the new year coming up next week. 2020! That's one that will be hard to avoid. That's all well and good but keep in mind, visual acuity of 20/20 is considered “perfect vision” because no aids are required to see better, but people can have better than 20/20 vision. Many young people are able to see letters smaller than the general “20/20” size. Further, the best-recorded vision in humans is 20/10 vision—the ability to see objects clearly from 20 feet when a normal human can only see them at 10 feet. Now you know! In my own experience, those smallest lines on the eye chart, well, they continue to be missing in action when they do my eye tests these days. I can remember them being there but not so much anymore. I sure hope it's not some kind of trick they play on older folks. You know the one. Now you see it, now you don't. Just kidding. Have a great Saturday and Lord's Day Sunday and I will do my best to show up again come next time here at the ole blogger ranch. Lord willing. Amen. ....More later.

Thursday, December 26, 2019

“Keep your friends close, your enemies closer, and receipts for all major purchases.” – Bridger Winegar

Good morning and welcome. It is the Day After Christmas, Thursday, December 26, 2019. Based on the Google topics I saw, it can be a letdown day for some folks who have trouble dealing with holidays. So much was posted on Facebook where people were reminiscing about their loved ones who are no longer with them. I thought about those in my immediate family and those in my extended family and those who were near and dear to me. That's a long list. I thought some about the last Christmas I could recollect with those who have gone on to their reward. I actually did not feel depressed or down, but, it did bring tears as I replayed those archived memories. One that always comes to mind was the last Christmas of my baby sister, Kayla. Based on everything she knew, she was aware her time was short. We were all gathered at mom's and dad's in Louisiana. Kayla announced she had something to share. She had written a letter where she addressed some thoughts of love and aspirations for every person, and, she read it to us. Lots of crying, laughing, but, a memory that we all would never forget. Kayla hated the thought of leaving her three little girls and her family, but, she had such an overwhelming assurance of God's presence in her life, she was ready to see her Lord. Six months later she was promoted to her eternal reward. Her testimony and her influence including her Christmas letter live on in our hearts today. Amen.

We had another phenomenal family gathering on Christmas Day. Over 20 of us celebrated our love one for another. It was super. Yes. I am trying to stay away from the 'best ever' superlative. Thanks for noticing. We were missing one granddaughter's family due to some scheduling issues, but, they are coming soon to see us. We missed them, but, things happen. Part of dealing with life is in knowing these things happen. The weather was gorgeous. Sure. We long for the cool at Christmastime, but, with the huge cookout I did, the moderate day was nearly perfect. Nearly. Not the best ever, but, nearly perfect. The gifts are a hoot. The food turned out great. (Twenty grilled steaks, a huge pile of chicken grilled, and all the trimmings.) MiMi reading the birth narrative from the Scriptures is always a highpoint. When it is all said and done, it's family and us being together that makes the day special. For me, it's hearing a dozen conversations going on at the same time. It's seeing the little ones passed from one to the other so everyone gets the joy of loving on them. When I laid my head on my pillow last night I said, "Lord, you gave us another blessed time together and for that, I am so grateful." Amen.

I heard several talking about them returning to work today. Their places of employment are so busy. Now, that's a blessing too! It's a good thing when businesses are prospering. I can remember those lean times when we took off the whole week and were encouraged with what was called a liberal leave approach. Sure. It was good to be off, but, on balance, having stuff that needs to get done is better. Trust me on that one. I do hope everyone had a good Christmas. The wife and I more or less collapsed after the smoke cleared. We were watching the top 40 incidents of 2019 from Live PD, but, I would be hard-pressed to recollect very many of them. I was in my recliner doing a warmup for my long winter's nap. The wife was across the room doing the same thing. Mr. Bentley alternated between the two of us. He likes to snooze at the end of the recliner between our feet. He had had a long and exciting day as well. Now, we move on. You too. With God's help. Have a good one and may God bless. Amen. ....More later.

Tuesday, December 24, 2019

I have been rerunning this one for a number of years. Who knew it would become a prophetic forerunner of today's alter ego? Enjoy.

You have landed on a blog where an Oldie is being played. Hopefully, you will agree that it's also a Goodie.

Good morning and welcome to Christmas Eve, Tuesday, December 24, 2019. Today's episode is a reprint from one I first published in my blog written in December of 2007. It was one that garnered a number of positive comments, therefore, I wanted to share it with you again. It reflects my recollection of a short story I wrote back in the mid-1970s. You will notice that me ever playing Santa again was not even a blip on my radar screen at that time. The short story was entitled: "Confessions of a Miffed Myth!" These are some excerpts as best I remembered them. (The actual typed story is stored in a box, somewhere.) Here it is:
                                                       

I've had quite a few jobs in my lifetime. They have ranged from being physically labor-intensive up to executive management. However, none were quite as interesting as the Christmas season of 1973. During that season I worked in the evenings and on weekends as a department store Santa. Yes, that is the Christmas stamp from 1973, and yes, it did cost 8 cents! I was actually hired by a temporary agency that supplied Santas to a variety of stores. They conducted one mass training session where we were told about the outfits and how to do the makeup, and then we were encouraged to read the poem, “Twas the Night Before Christmas”, by Clement C. Moore, to give us the idea behind the kind of Santa they wanted. I was assigned to a Sears store located in one of the area malls.


The store had set up a Santa Shop area next to their furniture department, and it was decorated with a large chair for Santa, all types of props, and it had a Polaroid camera to make instant photos for those wishing to buy a picture of their child with Santa. There were several of us who played Santa and a number of young ladies who dressed up as elves. These ladies worked the camera and operated the register. The Santa uniform, while uncomfortable and sweaty, was very nice and the beard very realistic. It was quite an ordeal to rush in from my regular job and undergo the transformation from an office worker to the Jolly Old Saint, and I did have to use a pillow for my tummy back in those days. There have been a few times over the years when I wouldn’t have needed one because I could have supplied my own, but that’s another story. Just so you know, I would not have to use one today!

Typically, I would work from 6 p.m. to store closing on the weeknights I was scheduled, and on Saturdays, I could work as many as 12 hours. This job might look like loads of fun but I will tell you from actual experience, it can be very, very difficult. The children, of course, were wonderful. And, you can put up with those that cry, and those who spit up on you, or the occasional accident that soils your suit. But, when you are dealing with THE PARENTS, and especially, THE MOMS, there’s little to no hope for any kind of enjoyment.

I want to mention a word about the music. The Jackson Five came out with a Christmas album in 1970 with many standards recorded in their memorable style. The songs were: 1. Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas 2. Santa Claus Is Comin' To Town 3. The Christmas Song 4. Up On The House Top 5. Frosty The Snowman 6. The Little Drummer Boy 7. Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer 8. Christmas Won't Be The Same This Year 9. Give Love On Christmas Day 10. Someday At Christmas 11. I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus. But there was only one huge problem: This was the only cassette our Santa Workshop had to play. I challenge anyone to listen to this music evening after evening and for 12 hours on Saturday without going postal! I guess the only thing worse I can think of is if it had been Alvin and the Chipmunks!

People showed up in droves and they were paying $2.50 for a special card with an instant photo of their child with Santa. Okay, we were not a portrait studio. It was a Polaroid camera! Hello? This was something that was obviously lost on many of the mommies who brought their children. They wanted the picture to be perfect which led to retakes, and log jams, and anger on the part of those waiting in line, and stress, and confusion, and chaos. There were times when I thought some of the moms were going to come to blows as they argued about their photos or their position in line. Believe it or not, some showed up to have twenty-five pictures made so they could send them out as Christmas cards. Now I ask you, who would think you might be able to keep a squirming kid posed for even one photo? It’s called insanity!

There were times whenever it got so completely out of hand I had no choice but to announce a timeout for Santa to go and feed his reindeer. (That’s what the sign said when I was on break.) If the children cried which many did, it was Santa’s fault. If the picture was bad, it was Santa’s fault. If the line was too long, it was Santa’s fault, and the list could go on and on and on. The last week before Christmas the store was open until 11 p.m. each night and I often pulled the entire Saturday shift by myself. Yes, we needed the extra money and we even have a photo of our boys taken with me, after we explained how I was only a helper because the real Santa was busy getting all the toys ready for them.

Despite these challenges, there were some moments that still stand out in my mind nearly 35 years later. I think about the little guy who wobbled up to me, trembling, as he brought all his old pacifiers in a bag to show Santa that he was kicking the habit. I remember the sad young ladies who came to take a photo for their boyfriend or husband stationed overseas. Then, there was that look in the eyes of children with disabilities as they had their moment with Santa. One night an entire high school Christmas party crew showed up for photos. Having a football player and his date sit on your lap was not exactly what I had in mind when I signed up for this work. And, THE CHILDREN. Santa is about children. Their innocence and their exuberant joy helped make an otherwise miserable experience one that still causes a warm glow in my heart, and brings a smile to my face. Here’s a final word straight from the old dude himself: "He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle. But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight, "Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!" Have a great day and may God add His blessings to it. Amen.    ……More later."

Monday, December 23, 2019

"The immense step from the Babe at Bethlehem to the living, reigning triumphant Lord Jesus, returning to earth for His own people - that is the glorious truth proclaimed throughout Scripture. As the bells ring out the joys of Christmas, may we also be alert for the final trumpet that will announce His return, when we shall always be with Him." - Alan Redpath

Good morning and welcome to the Monday before Christmas Eve, on this day, December 23, 2019. One of the most amazing experiences for Mrs. Claus and I has to do with the repetitive nature of our work over the last ten years. The photo is of the third child of a young man we watched grow up in our local fellowship. We served with his parents who were wonderful Christ-followers. Both are in heaven now. I served several years with the young man when he was a teen as we were a part of a team that helped do a weekly Bible club in the inner city. We were at his wedding. We have taken photos with him and his family during the years since and this year we added little Caroline, two months old. While at that neighborhood outreach event, another young guy, maybe 11 or 12, came over to where we were sitting, plopped down in my lap and said this to the both of us, "I want you folks to always be a part of my life, forever." And, my family wonders why I can never come up with something for them to get me for Christmas. I would say this about that. I am filled to overflowing with blessings. Amen.

Apartment complex staff photo.
Last week, I did the last of four Christmas parties at different locations for an apartment complex chain. The party goes on for two hours. It is different since most of the folks come, have a photo taken with Santa and then they stay. This means I get to visit with many of the children for an extended period of time. Some of these little ones are amazing. They will talk you down. Questions. As fast as I can come up with an answer, they have another one waiting. The reindeer. Rudolph. The sleigh. The elves. Their personal elf. The chimney. The boots. The toy factory. My glasses. The cookies and milk. My beard. And, always, the magic. One particular little African American girl was popping them to me left and right. She was absolutely precious. I was running low on fuel when she asked whether I had a wife. I told her I did. I got my briefcase and found one of our Santa and Mrs. Claus souvenir cards. I gave it to her and told her it was our secret since I didn't have enough to share with everyone. I then pointed out my wife who was sitting on the couch. She wasn't in her Christmas attire but I told the little girl to go ask her if she is the Mrs. Claus in the photo. Off she went. Whew! I could take a deep breath along with a few sips of water. Be Santa Claus, it will be easy, all you have to do is sit. That's a good one!

You may tire of hearing about my Santa related escapades, but, it is a part of the fabric of who we have become. I cannot leave without spending some time, perhaps later, talking about our time with special needs children. Even mentioning the subject causes tears to well up in my eyes. I'll put that one on the 'coming attractions' list. The neighborhood outreach we did for some Church friends was very successful. They wanted to get to know their neighbors. What better way than to open your home and provide photos with the 'real' Santa and Mrs. Claus? Ice breaker. Their motivation is to eventually be able to share Christ with them, to invite them to visit our Church and to let them know they are there for them. We loved doing it. And, in case you were wondering, when we got home on Saturday after finishing our last scheduled event with the Down Syndrome folks, a huge sigh of relief was heard escaping from our humble abode. It was not unlike the late Ross Perot's description of the ills of the pending trade deal where he likened American jobs leaving with a "giant sucking sound." We do look forward to suiting up one more time. For our kids, their kids, and, their kids' kids. Lord willing, on Christmas Day. Amen. ....More later.

Friday, December 20, 2019

Eddy Arnold, 'Christmas Can't Be Far Away',"A neighbor tipped his hat to me this morning The landlord even smiled and said good day And I want you to know a stranger said hello Christmas can't be far away."

I do bid you a warm welcome on this Friday, December 20, 2019. Each season, I do several events as Santa booked by our friend, Mike Zepeda. Mike's daughter, Morgan, was with him the other evening. I asked her if she knew that I had been taking photos with her for a long time. She said she didn't remember if I had. It took me a few minutes but I found and pulled up and showed her the one on the left from 2012 and that's her on my left side along with her sister, Madison. She was four. The newer one on the right is from earlier this week. She is now eleven. Don't doubt Santa. He knows! We took the day off this past Wednesday to observe our wedding anniversary. We started out by having a great breakfast together at the House of Pies. We then went to the movie house and watched Frozen II. Walt Disney would have been proud of the animation magic on the screen. The messaging and underlying themes having to do with the abuse of nature and the treatment of indigenous people groups, well, I'm not sure he would have thought that to be children's entertainment. Some would say little kids wouldn't even notice. Don't doubt their abilities to pick up these types of themes. And, that was my throwdown assessment. Spectacular images surrounded by the other stuff. We finished off the day at the steak house and we both looked at each other and said, "We've had a wonderful day together and what a good way to celebrate number 55."

Speaking of our anniversary, here is the final paragraph from my blog entry regarding our time together, from back on Tuesday, December 18, 2007, entitled: "What makes it work? Working at it!" ~ The journey has not always been smooth. The road we’ve traveled has had its fair share of potholes, detours, and slippery slopes. Therefore, we can only thank God for His grace and His provision in allowing us to arrive at this place so many years later. Somewhere along the way, I came to realize the great treasure God had given to me. Since that time I have tried to make this understanding a reality in my life with her. All those in our family who have been with us for any length of time know I have co-opted Jackie Gleason’s famous line from the ‘Honeymooners TV Series’ when he summed up his good fortune in having his great wife by saying: ‘Baby, you’re the greatest!” And, that’s my thoughts exactly! Forty-three and counting! Amen. ~

Santa and Mrs. Claus did a special needs class at a local school yesterday and made many photos at a neighborhood outreach for some dear friends of ours last night. These were very rewarding. I do my last paid event tonight and we are scheduled to visit the Christmas party for the Down Syndrome Association of Houston in the morning. We are happy to announce these to be our final appearances of the season. This will allow us to begin to begin our preparations for our annual family Christmas gathering. I want to mention a couple of the supporting cast that contributed to our ability to keep this 26 event schedule. Thank you, Blue-Emu Cream. Thank you, Equate 8HR Arthritis Pain Relief, Acetaminophen Extended-Release Tablets, 650 mg. And, as always, thanks to my lovely wife, The Mrs. Claus, for her continuing work and support. We already have a number of bookings for next season. We agreed to put them down on the calendar. But, as with everything in this life, they are as we are, in God's hands. We will see. Have a great Saturday and Lord's Day Sunday. Until next time, may God bless each one. Amen. ....More later.

Thursday, December 19, 2019

Barkology, Episode Two

It's my turn. I know it's Thursday, December 19, 2019, but, if it's okay with y'all, I, Sir Bentley Barksalot, Esq., will be driving today's episode. I know everyone knows it's Christmastime. It's my first one here in my permanent dwelling and while I enjoy the spirit in the air and the cookie crumbs on the floor, there are a lot of issues I end up having to deal with. The folks who some refer to as my masters, (a designation that is up for debate), well, they are acting rather odd during this so-called most wonderful time of the year. They really like to wear red. I know. I am a dog and supposedly can't see red. Believe me, if you were around this joint during this time of year, you would see red, in more ways than one. At any rate, they put on these fancy clothes which are obviously worth a whole lot because they don't want me to even think about thinking about jumping up on them when they are wearing them. One day he caught me nuzzling one of the tops of those black boots. It was fuzzy and white. Well, get out of town, I thought I had committed a grave crime based on the conniption he threw. That's not the worst of it. Every time they suit up, as they call it, guess what happens to me? They put me into that infernal sleeper quarters contraption, the one they call a kennel, but, I have some other names for it, but, I won't use them because some puppies might be reading my story.

The lady of the house fixed the drapes on the sliding glass door so I can see outside during my times of imprisonment. I appreciate her concern, but, I wish she would have informed Shadow, the next-door cat, that he was not welcome to come over and march forth and back just to torment me. Talk about frustrating! He marches around like a military cat with his back all arched and that huge fluffy tail stuck straight up in the air. Yeah. You remember him. Right? He is the same one that likes to taunt me because he is free to roam wherever he chooses but makes fun of me having a leash around my neck. Same cat. Here's one for Shadow I picked up from the man of the house, "One of these days Alice, one of these days, bang zoom to the moon!" While they are off doing their thing in their red suits, I am left to get in touch with my inner self. Here's what I have learned, at one year old, there's not a lot of there .... there. I do a lot of sleeping and at times I wake myself from my own snoring. I suppose I picked that up from the man of the house, who, by the way, almost always denies he was sleeping. What a joke. There he is. All reared back in his recliner. The sound he makes is louder than the little chainsaw used to cut branches. But, I wouldn't trade this life for any other, especially since it is the only one I know anything about.

I do love it here and yes, I do love them. Dearly. Even though, I wish the lady of the house would slow down on the threats to find me a new home. She does that when I come into the kitchen with something stuck in my mouth off the tree they set up. In the house. They did. In the house. I'm telling the straight truth here. Where did they put it? The area previously designated for yours truly. Are you getting the picture? But, oh no! I'm not supposed to go near that tree. It's become totally off-limits. The other evening they opened up the house for families to come over and have their photos made. There they were. All dressed up in their red suits. People were fawning over them. Me? They let me come in long enough to say hello to the little ones and then back to the metal box I went. I could hear all the giggling and laughing. I typically endure it in silence, but, I decided it was time for me to exercise my right to bear barking, so, I let them have it, and even threw in some whining to accent my song. It actually worked. They came and fetched me. Once or twice. However, that too ran its course and the fellow they call the jolly ole elf, he came to the door and loudly said in the most unjolly voice ever, HUSH! He did. I figured I had better do just that and it's time for me to do the same here. Thanks for hearing me out. Thanks for your support. I'm not sure about the saying that all dogs go to heaven, but, I could sure use everyone's prayers as I try to deal with these people. Amen. .....More later.

Wednesday, December 18, 2019

"Today is a HUUUGGGEEE day for our family!"

It's Wednesday, December 18, 2019, and as our President would say, "Today is a HUUUGGGEEE day for our family!" That would be correct.

Happy 55th wedding anniversary to my lovely bride, Marilyn! When asked by younger fellows what the secret to having a successful marriage I can only tell them what I have learned, first and foremost, it is only by the grace of God. And, as important, as the man in the equation, it is discovering and applying the true meaning of God's Word when we read the God-breathed out admonition, "Husbands love your wives in the same way Christ loved the Church and gave Himself up for her." (My paraphrase of Ephesians 5:25) Sure. She has her own responsibilities before God, but, I can only do what I can do, with God's help. I am deeply grateful to God for giving to me such a wonderful mate. May we continue to do our best to be who He would have us to be for his honor and glory. Amen. And, as always a final personal message to my bride, "Baby, you're the greatest!"

We also pause to recognize our very first grandson to arrive on the scene 23 years ago today. Happy Birthday to our Jimmy Jr! This boy, from the get-go, became a part of the fabric of who we are and we carry him always in our hearts. May God continue to bless our Jimmy Jr., as he continues his journey here. Amen. Our love, MiMi and Poppy

We also pause to recognize our daughter-in-law Mitzi as she too celebrates her birthday today. Mitzi is married to our youngest, Rodney, and is the mother to our wonderful grandchildren, Kyleigh, Lexie, and Brady. We thank God for Mitzi's commitment to family and we pray that God will add His blessings to her special day. Amen. Our love, Mom and Dad

Tuesday, December 17, 2019

From the movie, 'It's a Wonderful Life', Little Harry Bailey: "To my big brother George, the richest man in town!"

Good Tuesday morning, and, I do bid you a hearty hello and welcome to our fireside chat for today. In a manner of speaking, on this, December 17, 2019. There are things that children tell Santa that become priceless memories and at times Santa can hardly hold back the tears. One little girl recently responded to the presumed question, 'What do you want for Christmas?' by simply saying, 'Daddy'. Her aunt shared with us how the little girl's dad had recently passed away. The same question, another sweet young lady responded, "You know, I have pretty much everything I need so we are thinking more about what we might be able to give away to help someone who is in need." Mrs. Claus and I nearly fell out of our chairs. Last Saturday we ran into a 13-year-old Hispanic girl. Part of the program was to have the children write a letter to Santa. I kept hers and here is why,

Dear Santa,

     I want to have 2 law and politics books so I can be a lawyer or detective when I grow up. If I do, then I can help my mom and dad provide food and shelter for others and ourselves. I have 2 sisters and I want to be a role model for them so that they don't go down the wrong path. I also want an Art Kit for my sister Jennifer.

     Thank you and Merry Christmas Santa and Mrs. Claus.

Sincerely,

Yueli

That girl had a sparkle in her eyes and her dad said she was an excellent student. I don't doubt that. Her family had qualified as a recipient of some free gifts for the younger children. I was so glad to be there. I was even more happy to have met a young lady named Yueli.

Loving on children at this year's Montgomery County Sheriff's Blue Elf charity function.
That Saturday escapade turned out to be a 12-hour marathon for the Claus duo. The first venue was held at a huge package processing facility in Cypress Texas. It was an outgrowth of a group of FedEx employees who came together to help support those devastated by Hurricane Harvey. This was their first Christmas outreach and they were able to provide up to 2 bicycles for needy families. After spending four hours there we headed back up to our home base area to show up as special guests at a family Christmas reunion. We were mobbed by the children. Mrs. Claus read The Night Before Christmas, followed by reading the true meaning of Christmas as given in Luke Chapter 2. We then hurried up to Conroe for the Montgomery Sheriff's Department Operation Blue Elf where we sat for photos for over 4 hours. I later read a news report saying more than 1100 children received gifts with many of them getting new bikes. Again, we feel so blessed to have the stamina and the opportunity to participate in events where the heart of giving is front and center. Thank you, Lord, for your provision. Amen.

We often hear people tell us that our Christmas portrayal is a ministry. We don't see it that way because so much of what we do we are paid to show up. However, this past Saturday may have been closer to some aspects of ministry since it was predominately an outreach to needy families. And, Mrs. Claus loves to have the opportunity to share from the Bible the real meaning of Christmas. Our circle at our local fellowship can better identify with the aches and pains that come with our age. They typically ask the pertinent questions about how tired and worn out we are. Bingo! But, we can't be anything other than thankful we are able to do what we do. Because we are in our circle, we do know many who would not be able to. Does that make us some kind of super-strong people? Nope. Not even a little. We are blessed from above and that is our story. And, just so you know, those aches and pains are still hanging on but as they used to tell me when I was a kid, "Don't worry son, this too will pass." Amen. .....More later.

Monday, December 16, 2019

“For it is in giving that we receive.” — Francis of Assisi

Good morning. We are back from a super busy last week. Lots of blessings poured out like the image on the salt container I saw growing up. That was especially true as we participated in helping make Christmas a reality for many needy children. That made our hearts to overflow with love and joy. It is Monday, December 16, 2019, and I am getting ready to get ready for the final countdown before the 25th celebration. If you are still breathing air on the planet, you are aware of how the retail world is changing. Even as I write this. The move to digital is a foregone conclusion and while there are still stores around, more and more products and services are being purchased online. There are some interesting side effects from this migration. Traffic. In our neighborhood alone, there is a steady blocking of roads by FedEx, UPS, Amazon, US Postal, food delivery, and unmarked vans of all kinds. No wonder they are looking at drones. On some days, it's hard to get from your home to a connecting street because of the jam up. Of course, add to these convenience-driven delivery vehicles, all the cable, satellite, utilities, construction, water, and landscaping vehicles and it makes one wonder, "What were they thinking?" As for me, I've been in a stare-down with those who drive the delivery vehicles but do so in an unsafe manner. I know they have quotas and time-sensitive deliveries, however, we still have children and pets in our neighborhood and stop signs and speed limits are for everyone's protection. And, if they don't like my stare-down, they can roll down their window and I will tell them exactly what I think of their speeding in our residential area. Okay. I feel better now. Progress. Isn't it wonderful?

You are right. I do seem to have a lot of pet peeves. I think it runs in our family. You know. DNA and all of that stuff. I don't want to end up mostly being the curmudgeon at large or the complainer in chief. Hopefully, I do try to present my peeves in a positive manner with even some humor to go along with it. Here's one that has become more or less in the public domain. The largest box store around has decided to force everyone to use the self check out process. How do they go about making that happen? By having next to no attended registers. I fought this transition for a long time, but, as they say, 'invention is the mother of necessity', and, I have finally succumbed to finding and scanning barcodes. My wife, on the other hand, seems, from the get-go, to really enjoy checking her stuff out. When I watch her do it, I can almost hear the music from 'Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs', "Whistle while you work...." I must give off some kind of signal to the monitors who roam around because they often come by to check on me. I typically tell them I am thinking about what I am doing. They smile and offer to help me get it done if I don't think I can do it. Hello? The nerve! I might not whistle while I work but if I need their help I'll ring a bell or something. Man! Now you see what I am up against!

You do know I write a lot of my stuff tongue-in-cheek. (From the Cambridge Dictionary: "intended to be understood as a joke, although often seeming serious.") But you knew that already. There are other things I write about where I am as serious as I know how to be. Things that pertain to the human condition in our need of God's provision through the sending on His one and only Son, the Lord Jesus Christ to be our Redeemer and Savior. If we don't see that in the Christmas story, then, we really do miss the true meaning. Many folks are inclined to enjoy the Child in the manger and all the sweetness that imagery entails. However, He came for a reason. That reason put Him on The Cross for you and for me. Many repel at the bloody scene described in The Scriptures where He gave Himself up for the world. That did not end His story. In fact, it preceded the fulfillment of victory as He was raised from the dead, conquering death, hell, and the grave. We can become recipients of His sacrifice in our place by simply placing our faith in Him, turning from our sin, and asking Him to save us. You may not have asked but that, to me, is the true meaning of Christmas, of His Story, and of History which ends up being His Story. That would be reflective of some of the things I am serious about. Now you know. Any other unasked questions? Good! Have a great rest of the day. May God bless. Amen. ....More later.

Friday, December 13, 2019

"Don't be superstitious. Nothing will happen on Friday the 13th that cannot happen on Saturday the 14th." ~ unknown

Hello out there. I welcome you to our work-in-progress status update that I try to do on a Monday through Friday basis. Today's check-in lands on Friday, December 13, 2019. Even in December, I heard someone talking about dreading today since it is the 13th. Even at Christmastime? Surely not. I suppose that's an indication of how superstition can become ingrained into the culture. For those bothered by all the 13th related shenanigans, here are some thoughts to help you lighten up a little. ~ Friday the 13th simply means that many people will blame witchcraft for their regular stupidity. ~ I'd be more concerned about Friday the 13th if my life wasn't already a never-ending inexplicable series of events. ~ The only thing worse would be if Friday the 13th fell on a Monday. ~ Blonde: I heard Christmas falls on a Friday this year, I sure hope it's not the 13th. ~ You will notice I didn't use any of the movies, Jason, or related references. There are thousands of them available. Since I never watched any of those movies I really can't relate. Don't get me wrong. I recognize the hockey mask motif and the clips that show up from time to time, but, it may be just me, but, I have zero interest in becoming more aware of them. They may be your favorites. If so, go for it, and, try not to walk under any ladders today, don't break a mirror, and whatever you do, don't let that neighborhood black cat cross in front of you.

Here's a paragraph I wrote 12 years ago about how special the month of December is to us.  ~  December Is A Big Month For Us! If you have been reading my blogs you know that I have a desire to keep Christmas in context. You might not realize that we are nowhere in the Scriptures instructed to celebrate the birth of our Savior. Actually, we are not instructed to have a special day set aside at Easter to celebrate His resurrection. We are, however, given the pattern of the early Church meeting on the first day of the week, Sunday, and it appears this was done because of His resurrection on that day. We do have clear instructions that we are to commemorate His death whenever we partake of the Supper He instituted. Therefore, it is important for us to keep these things in mind even while we enjoy this special season of the year, Christmastime. That alone makes December a big month. ~

I had to be out and about yesterday and it carried me close to my most recent workplace. So, I dropped by to see everyone. I had spent the majority of my waking hours with these folks for a twelve-year stint. It is always good to feel a warm welcome when you visit. From the owners down to the shop workers, what a blessing to see those I had rubbed elbows with on a day in and day out basis. When we did the 600 folks at the school last week they had handed us a stack of letters to Santa. We didn't really want the letters but we took them. The next day I received an email asking us to return the letters. Really? I wasn't too happy about having to drive all the way over to that school, but, as it turned out, it put me in the neighborhood of my old Company, I dropped by, had a blessed time of fellowship, and, ended up thanking God for having to return the letters to Santa. I don't know if that makes any sense or not, but, it is my story and I am, at least for now, sticking to it. Have a great Saturday and Lord's Day Sunday, and I will do my best, with God's provision, to see you next time here at the ole blogger ranch. May God bless. Amen. .....More later.

Thursday, December 12, 2019

"One way to solve the traffic problem is to keep all the cars that are not paid for off the streets." ~ Will Rogers

It's Thursday, December 12, 2019, and, we resume our Santa program in progress for this evening. After 8 consecutive appearances, both the wife and I really looked forward to yesterday, Wednesday, on the calendar. Didn't have to suit up. We were ready for a break. I do again thank everyone who prayed for our son Jimmy. He is now at home with a PICC line to continue administering strong antibiotics over the next 6 weeks. We thank God for His provision. What did we do with the day off from our Christmas performer duties? Believe me, there is always plenty that needs to be done. I am way behind on my general office work. Our house needs some attention. And, we do have our Christmas family celebration to prepare for. I can't thank my wife enough for her help. Even when she is not showing up as Mrs. Claus, she typically is my driver. That can be challenging, especially getting to some venues during or close to rush hour traffic. Late afternoon, last Tuesday, we had to make our way across the metroplex. We used the toll roads, but, they have accidents too. It was rainy and the crazies had come out to play on the roadways. She pretty much stays calm, cool, and collected. Me? Not so much. We were delayed a couple of times, but, made our destination with about 10 minutes to spare. One recent late afternoon trip was memorable. We live maybe 5 miles from the interstate. That evening it took us 35 minutes just to get to the feeder. It reminded us of one of the reasons we left Southwest Houston in 1976. Mind-altering congestion. Guess what? It's no longer a coming attraction. It's here!

Looks like the Congressional Democrats are intent on passing out some coal as Christmas presents. Especially, as it concerns President Trump. Everyone talks about how this entire impeachment debacle is bad for our country. Those testifying on behalf of impeaching the president are somewhat tainted since they all have established track records of hating Donald Trump. That is the only consistent thing I see being presented to the public, a hatred for President Trump. Most legal analysts that have a semblance of non-bias say there is no way the two counts being pushed by the Democrats rise to the level as outlined in our US Constitution, reflecting high crimes and misdemeanors. My personal view is this. The Democrats have a horribly weak lineup in terms of those seeking the presidential nomination. Unbelievably so. They have read the tea leaves. They have no shot. Therefore, this impeachment fiasco was their only alternative. For them, they had better hope folks don't hold them accountable for a huge expenditure and waste of time, and even more potentially damaging, for using political expediency as a way of thwarting the will of the people who elected Donald J. Trump, in an election executed based on the laws that govern our nation. Trying to oust someone from the highest office in the land because you hate them is not constitutional. That's how I see it. And, as always, I am typically unanimous in my own opinion.

In case you are wondering if I have spent any and all of my free time watching the associated hearings, the answer would be pretty close to a big fat zero. As they used to say back where I come from, "I've got better ways to spend my time." Could this turn out to be a big problem for the President? We are talking about Washington DC, and, if anything, we all have learned not to discount the lunacy that prevails there. The Speaker of the House recently opined how she couldn't hate President Trump because of her Catholic faith. She is a rabid pro-abortionist, but yet she refers to her Catholic faith? There are some of her own Churches that would not offer her communion due to her open defiance of Church doctrinal beliefs. Oh well, here again, it's Washington. They really speak only one language there and it's pretty much an unknown tongue called politicalease. You are right. It does come out of both sides of their mouth, and, yes, it is not limited to the political stripe, Democrat or Republican, one wears. New folks come in talking in a language their constituents speak, however, within a short period of time they learn the new language of the governing class. Maybe I should make this last paragraph an addendum to the opinion piece I started above. And, yes, I will admit there is a fair amount of skeptical sarcasm included. Maybe even dripping with it. Okay. I know my wife will be glad I'm done with all of that. One last reminder. God knows. God cares. God has the final say. On everything. Everything! Amen. ....More later.

Wednesday, December 11, 2019

“No one is useless in this world who lightens the burdens of another.” — Charles Dickens

I'm okay, are you okay? Actually, the 1967 popular self-help book was entitled, 'I'm OK-You're OK'. As I recall, its transactional analysis methods did find its way into the corporate world as the principles became trendy in helping people to find their niche in the workplace. It gives me a headache just thinking about it. I do hope this new day finds each one doing well as we continue the journey here on this Wednesday, December 11, 2019. The other evening while at Chick-fil-A doing our Santa photos, it dawned on me that some of the kids we saw as 4, 5, and 6-year-olds are now working the counter. We love working with the folks there. I am aware of the recent controversy regarding charitable giving by Chick-fil-A. Some say the company has caved to the left-wing agenda because they have announced changes in who they will be supporting going forward. I don't think the dust has settled yet on what exactly is going on, and, based on what I have heard from folks like Franklin Graham and others, it may not be as dire as many conservatives have concluded. For now, we all should take a wait and see attitude because there will be time to deal with the final result when it is fully known and understood.

I'm not altogether sure why, but, I feel like I need to include some type of disclaimer for the blogs I have been writing of late. Or, perhaps a warning label. Something along the lines, "What you are about to read does not necessarily reflect adherence to any accepted writing conventions. Therefore, read at your own risk." Since tis the season is in vogue, here are some helpful sayings for those wrestling with ideas about things to write in their Christmas cards. ~ It's all fun and games until Santa checks the lists to see who's been naughty or nice. ~ "Santa has the right idea. Only visit people once a year."  Victor Borge ~ There are 14 days until Christmas, which means us fellows have 13 more days before we have to worry about getting our shopping done. ~ "Nothing’s as mean as giving a little child something useful for Christmas." Kin Hubbard ~ Dear Santa, Could you please define 'good'. ~ On Dasher, On Dancer, On Mastercard, and Visa! ~ If you don't have Christmas in your heart, you will never find it under the tree. ~ Quit believing in Santa and it will be underwear and socks for you. ~ All I want for Christmas is a fat wallet and a skinny body, Santa, please don't get those mixed up like you did last year. ~ Finally: Christmas is not about the presents but it is all about His presence! Amen. ~

Last Monday, we had our annual Christmas party for our apartment ministry folks. It was a good day. We had a special invited guest who did our devotional. He was emphasizing the concept of gifts received and appreciated. He asked our elderly audience to name their most memorable gift in their many Christmases. It was interesting to hear them talk about different items. One mentioned a special doll. Another talked about their family being dirt poor but how that one year received an unexpected gift. Another spoke about being restored to the daughter she had put up for adoption and how that once they were reunited, the daughter had given her a memory book filled with photos. Our speaker went on to talk about how those are wonderful gifts, but, they pale in comparison to God's gift of His one and only Son, the Lord Jesus Christ. That's what Christmas is truly all about. Lost, hopeless, with an eternity of being separated from God, He, consistent with His plan and purpose, sent His Son to rescue lost humanity. Even as the Scriptures give it, "For the wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord." (Romans 6:23) What a Gift! What a Savior! What a God! Amen. ....More later.

Tuesday, December 10, 2019

"If you don't think every day is a good day, just try missing one." ~ Cavett Robert

It is Tuesday, December 10, 2019, and I bid each one a hearty hello as I send out today's episode from my workstation to your receiving device. I have written several times about the saturation of fundraising for needy causes that continues to grow each day. It shows just how many financial needs that are out there, but, it also makes it very difficult to try and decide which ones to support. Not because the need is not great, but, because there are so many great needs. At the same time, there is also a proliferation of fundraising utilities with new ones coming on all the time. These are the entities that collect the funds on behalf of those in need and then distribute them accordingly. I read an article recently on how the fees collected make this a very lucrative business. Here's a new rub. They have fundraising mechanisms that charge no fees. They promote how 100% of every penny given goes to the individual need. That sounds great to me. The other day, after talking with the wife, we decided to make a donation to a particular needy family. It was through one of these that charge zero fees. I thought to myself, this is great. When I went through the process and designated the funds a pop-up appeared. It showed their calculation of what donation I should consider to help keep their program going. They charge no fees, but, they lean on folks for donations. I went ahead and gave the gift and I paid the $6.00 recommended donation. However, I didn't like it. It just didn't sit well with me. Sure, I could have opted not to give the recommended 'donation', but, to me, stating the fees up-front instead of saying you have none is probably a more forthright way to handle this business.

It reminds me a little of a record I used to listen to as a kid growing up. It was a recording of comedian Dave Gardner who did mostly southern styled stories. He used to tell the one about the preacher on the radio emanating from a mega station in DelRio, Texas. The preacher would appeal for folks to contact him for their absolutely free prayer cloth. The preacher proclaimed it wouldn't cost them one thin dime but to include $1.00 to cover the weight of the postal money order. That's what I thought of when I made that donation the other day. It's like the steady diet of revolutionary drugs being promoted via TV commercials. As a diabetic, I am sensitive to all these breakthrough claims being made. However, the claims promising great results are made for 30 seconds and then we see and hear for 60 seconds the potential detrimental impacts of taking the breakthrough drug. It reminds me of the time I thought I was having heart trouble. It turned out to be inflammation in the lining around my heart. Here's what the doctor told me, "Your heart is fine. However, the kind of pain you are having, well, the thought alone could kill you." See what I mean?

I'm not necessarily having a slow news day. It's more like a general widespread drought. One reason I have struggled some has to do with the fact I've not been able of late to get a head start on the next day's edition. Just too busy to take the time to do it. This means I get here at my workstation and there it is, the blank electronic page. My normal approach is to spend my time mostly editing the current edition. For the last several days, I've more or less hit the ground running, or, perhaps better put, hit the ground stumbling. I can hear the weather changing outside the window. The wind is howling. Yesterday we hit 82. They tell us the high for today will be in the mid-'50s. I'm all for that type of change, but, early this morning, Mr. Bentley and I were out roaming around and I will tell you now, a short sleeve shirt may not have been the best choice for the wind chill conditions. But, I've always heard we live and learn, the only mistake is a lesson unlearned, you have to live and learn so you can learn to live, if you're not living on the edge you are taking up too much space, if you walk through life knowing there is much to learn, you will..... And, on and on it goes. Have a great rest of the day and may God bless us all.  Amen. ....More later.