"Don't complain about being unable to afford high-quality local food when your grocery cart is full of beer, cigarettes, and People magazine." - (Anonymous).

Hello and welcome. I am back from my short trip to Louisiana and it's always, yes, always, good to be back home again. I did not need John Denver's song to make me aware of this truth. If you don't get that reference, look it up. It is Friday, December 12, 2025, and, I hope today's edition finds you and yours doing well. Our President is touring right now to address the economy and all that his administration has done and is doing to deal with the cost of living. I voted for President Trump. I support many of the things he is doing. When it comes to the affordability issue, I agree with one of his critics who said something along these lines, "No amount of talking is going to convince someone they are better off when they are not seeing it or feeling it." I couldn't agree more. You can search for and find the official Consumer Price Index Summary online and while the increases have moderated compared to the previous administration, the bottom line is this: They are still increasing each month. I am glad he and his team have chosen to zero in on this issue as a top priority. Yes. I do remember he promised that prices would go down day one of his administration. Having just completed our journey to Louisiana and back, I can tell you the price we paid for gasoline meant those particular sellers had not gotten the memo yet about how it should be $2 or less. I do get the message of how bad it was before. Most people do not have to be convinced of that. However, the consumer is the one buying stuff. Duh! And, they will know they are better off when they experience it as they make purchases. I am willing to give the administration time to make progress in this area and I expect they will. I remain hopeful. No matter where you go, people vote based on the amount paid for the amount in the grocery cart. You know. "No thank you, I don't need the cart. I spent $185 but I can carry these two bags out in my hands."  

Well, enough of that because it is somewhat of a downer. For those of us who are Christ followers, we trust Him to take care of us. There is always the dynamic tension between needs and wants. Yes, even for believers. I was in a small group discussion one time when the leader asked if anyone had a specific prayer request for something they were dealing with in their life. In a very surprising move, an older lady, a proven believer, stood up and said she wanted prayer because she had become addicted to buying stuff online. She went on to say it had pretty much nearly cleaned them out financially. Don't get the idea that we who are believers can't get ourselves into a mess of trouble. I should know. Yep. The Bible tells us clearly that believers can fall into behaviors unsuited for their identity as children of God. Take the shepherd boy David for instance. He grew up and was proclaimed by God to be a man after is His own heart. Yet, he fell into sin that ended up in premeditated murder and while he was fully forgiven and restored back to right relationship with God, the horrific impact on him and his family continued long after his failure. Never tell anyone it could never happen to you. At the same time, God will never leave us nor forsake us and we can trust Him and His promises. (Deuteronomy 31:8 and Hebrews 13:5-6) He is always there for us and He desires us to have fellowship with Him. I say often and I say it again today, I am so thankful that He is willing to forgive and restore. Without the truth as given to us in 1 John 1:9, "If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.", where would I be? Amen? Amen!

"The future is something which everyone reaches at the rate of sixty minutes an hour, whatever he does, whoever he is." –C.S. Lewis

Hello and welcome to Wednesday, December 10, 2025. We are getting ready to get ready to leave on a field trip over to Louisiana where we will be in studio late this afternoon and at an elementary school tomorrow. We didn't go looking for these venues but they connected to us via word of mouth or in the school situation a distant relative of someone we know. Whatever. We will be gone for a couple of days, hoping to be back home late tomorrow evening. Hoping. The photo above was taken after we returned home from our annual Mims Baptist choir, orchestra, and media team Christmas party. That photo reminded me of one we had taken when we were dating in the early 1960's. Yep. And, you are right. That was a long time ago. (It's funny how younger folks today roll their eyes when you mention anything from way back in the 1900's. Ha!)

We didn't know at the time that red was going to become a very prominent part of our lives. But, that's the way it turned out. I'm pretty sure the only thing I could still wear in that photo would be the socks and shoes. She did, after all, become an excellent cook. She did. And, she still is. I carry the proof in this body of mine.  

I will likely miss a blog or two while we are doing our Santa thing. I would be remiss if I didn't mention how much we thank God for His provision and blessings in this season of our lives. He has been good to us even when we did not reciprocate as we should have. Sadly, for me, I identify more with the fellow in the account where he responded to Jesus, "I believe, help my unbelief." (Gospel of Mark, chapter 9, Verse 24) Y'all take care and remember to thank God for all He has done, is doing, and will do in the future. Yep. That includes for me and for you. You can count on it! Amen.

Here's an interesting Artificial Intelligence Overview: ~"Seeing people saved" refers to witnessing spiritual transformation, often through evangelism and living a Christ-like life, bringing joy to believers as individuals accept faith, a core Christian goal focused on rescuing people from sin and finding eternal life. It involves sharing the Gospel, prayer, showing compassion, and seeing others not just as people, but as "souls" with divine potential, a perspective requiring God's help to see past barriers like prejudice or perceived sinfulness. ~

Well, well, it is after all is said and done, another day, and one where we all have the opportunity to pause and thank God for it, and, for His provisions and blessings. It is Tuesday, December 9, 2025, and, I welcome you to today's visit. Our local fellowship of believers referred to as Mims Baptist, the choir and orchestra performed our annual Christmas musical this past Sunday evening. We had worked on the music for months. The program ended up being right at 2 hours. We had a variety of musical presentations, some great dialogue was shared, and, some of the selected songs made one feel the very presence of God Himself. They did. They really did. At the end of the music, it became quiet. Our Sr. Pastor, Dr. Jerry Chaddick came to the stage and he briefly shared who Jesus is and why He came. He asked people to consider their own life situation in relation to knowing Jesus Christ as their Lord and Savior. He did. He really did. There was a prayer and then those who prayed to receive Jesus were asked to raise their hands. A number of hands went up in the crowd of nearly 2,000 people. Now, let me put this way. This is what I'm talking about! Lives were changed for time and eternity. And, that my friend is what Bethlehem and Calvary are all about. If you in some way stumble upon this poorly written prose and you feel a need to know more about this Jesus who came to seek and to save sinners, just like me, and, yes, just like you. The truth: "For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life." (Gospel of John, Chapter 3, Verse 16)  If you have interest it is the Holy Spirit of God speaking to you. Send me a response and I will do my best to answer or clarify any questions you have. Thanks be to God for His working among us. Amen.

 

I mentioned the other day how that I am feeling better this year about maybe keeping at it in the Santa program. Feeling better does not indicate the full situation in terms of wear and tear. We had a major event to attend coming up this next Saturday and they had some scheduling snafus, therefore, they said they were sorry but they needed to cancel. Did I feel bad towards them? Not in any way. I thanked them and wished them a Merry Christmas. They thought that was so kind, but, in reality, it gives us an entire Saturday to focus on not only recovering some but preparing for our family Christmas. Part of writing these blogs is sharing stuff that happens, yep, even to me. While I continue to feel better this year it does not mean I am free from being tired. Yesterday afternoon I was talking to our eldest son, Chris, on the phone, like I do every day, typically, on his way home from work. I'll cut to the chase. I fell asleep while I was on the phone. It turned out to be real funny because there was this long pause and I'm not sure but I think maybe he said "Hello, are you there?" There was some laughter on the part of those in the same area with me, and, I, like George Washington and the cherry tree, (which is most likely a made up story), mine isn't, I confessed that I could not tell a lie and told him that I had dozed off. He told me to rest up and we ended the call and I went back to sleep. I'm still feeling better this year. I am. I really am. But, I suppose age has its way of voicing its concern. Oh well, I'm mostly awake now and little Miss Biscuit is asleep in my lap. Y'all enjoy the season to its fullest while always knowing personally why those Wise Men fell down and worshiped. Amen? Amen! 

"Christmas is a togethery sort of holiday" said Pooh. "That's my favorite kind", said Piglet, "Togethery and Remembery". ~ A. A. Milne, 'Winnie the Pooh'

Today is welcome back Monday. It's beginning to look a lot like our version of busy for us, how about you? It is December 8, 2025, and, as is often said, time is getting away from us. We are wheels up and flying in our Santa program. To use a favorite word of our current President, we had ourselves a h-u-g-e good time with a major sub division Christmas gathering last Friday evening. On Saturday, we were for the 15th year, in the studio for scheduled Santa photos working with the incomparable Mindy Harmon. On Sunday evening, we were overwhelmed with the privilege and opportunity to sing in the 'I Believe' musical program for our local Church, Mims Baptist in Conroe. I've watched the program on YouTube and here's what I have to say about that. If I were you or anyone else I would run somewhere and find that program and watch it, period. Not because we are in it, but, it weaves together a wonderful thread of the story of our Savior and how He came to rescue us all. Amen. Today we visit with our granddaughter Danielle and her precious family. And, we pray for our granddaughter Amanda Faith who is having surgery today. Whew! Tomorrow morning, Mrs. Claus has her Christmas gathering for her weekly Bible study group. Tomorrow evening we have our choir and orchestra Christmas party. On Wednesday, Lord willing, we travel to Louisiana for some studio work in the evening. On Thursday, we are again at the Merryville, Louisiana High School for Santa photos. (In Louisiana, many of the schools are designated as high schools which includes all grades. We actually do photos with the elementary aged kids.) After the school event we return to Mrs. Claus' sister for some photos with friends and neighbors there. Returning to our home base, we rest up Friday, and prepare for a marathon day on Saturday and the beat goes on, all the way up to Christmas Eve. (About a dozen more events.) Let me pause to say this about our busy schedule, and, let me be very clear: It is only by the grace of God we are able to do what we do, especially at our age. We thank Him every day for the health and well being we enjoy which is necessary to do the Santa work we do. Oh, that's easy to do. I'm channeling our senior pastor, Bro. Jerry, in how he would respond to that, "Go ahead and suit up big boy and then get back to us on how easy it is!" Got it? Good.

 

In spite of our busy times, it's important for everyone to know that we never forget the True Meaning of this holiday where we remember and celebrate the birth of our Lord Jesus Christ. The older I get it is the more I am stunned by God's plan to rescue lost and dying people, like me, like you, and, like every man, woman, boy, and girl. It's beyond me, but, I am so thankful He had it all mapped out, before the world came into existence. Right?  Here are some Key Scriptures: ~ Ephesians 1:4-6:"according as he hath chosen us in him before the foundation of the world, that we should be holy and without blame before him in love: Having predestinated us unto the adoption of children by Jesus Christ to himself...". ~ John 17:24 (Jesus' Prayer): "Father, I desire that they also, whom you have given me, may be with me where I am, to see my glory that you have given me because you loved me before the foundation of the world". ~ Revelation 13:8 Mentions the Lamb (Jesus) as "slain from the foundation of the world," signifying His atoning work was eternally planned. ~ Proverbs 8:22-31: Personifies Wisdom, saying "The LORD formed me from the beginning, before he created anything else," speaking to Christ's pre-existence and role in creation. I would direct anyone to the Gospel of John Chapter 1 to meditate on the true identity of the child born in Bethlehem so many years ago. I could mention more Scriptures about our Savior that are difficult to fathom or comprehend, but, I do thank God that through faith we can apprehend them and know they are the truth, the whole truth, and, nothing but the truth. Praise God. Amen.

"Sometimes you will never know the value of a moment until it becomes a memory." — Dr. Seuss

Good morning. Today is Friday, or, as those who end their work week call it, Fantastic Friday. This one shows up here as December 5, 2025. I've not always been the 'real Santa' like I am now. For the seventh year since writing this one back in 2007, I share it again. It goes way, way back. Yep. Back to the 1900's. Yikes. Remember, it was the 1970's and I was still young and inexperienced. It was the worst of times and the best of times, or, as we would say today, it was what it was, or something like that. 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 today's episode. It 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."

"Find a chicken, pick it up, and all day long you will have good cluck." ~ copied

Good morning. Today is Thursday, December 4, 2025, and, I have an answer to share and it is an age old question: These two chickens crossed the road to be with Santa Claus! My dad passed away in January of 1954, therefore, we had to relocate our family, mom and us six kids to a rural area of Louisiana. I have written often about my upbringing, from age seven, in that Mayberry-like environment. That's how I feel when we visit Delight, Arkansas each year. Sorry Abilene, but the folks there in Delight don't treat you mean. Those two girls in the photo well represent that spirit. They are immediately beautiful, but, working with them again it was clear they are beautiful from the inside out. I did not know anything about the chickens. They were a surprise. I typically do not do pets, with rare exceptions, and those chickens were definitely a first for me. They are award winning. The younger girl was a wee bit more serious minded than her sister. She didn't like the Christmas hat on her prize winning chicken. She thought it was both degrading and embarrassing. Their mom told the girls they should hold the chicks like they do when they are presenting them for judging. The younger one immediately responded, "If I do Santa will end up with poop on him." Oh what fun we had. I realize I can be over-the-top when relating some of my Santa experiences, however, while doing this work can be exhausting, dealing with families and especially children like these two girls, well, it gives one a warm feeling all over more than anywhere else. No. I do not intend to add chicken photos to my Santa resume but they did make for an experience I will not soon forget. I came into the 2025 season pretty much thinking it would be my last. Sixteen years is a pretty good run, however, so far I've had a spark of renewal which has made me think I just might keep on going. Might. One last thing, don't you love that photo? I've looked at their entire portfolio from that day and they are some of the best ever. Sometimes I just have to stop and thank God for the privilege of being able to enjoy times like these. Amen. 

I would be remiss in not mentioning the one and only Mrs. Claus. She likes to say most people are there only for Santa photos, but, she is wrong. They love her and want her in the photos. I will continue to testify how she is the secret weapon of our Santa Enterprise. And, thanks so much to all those out there who take the time to read my blogs and many who respond. Thanks so much. The other thing I will mention about our Santa visit to Delight, Arkansas, is the fact that most all the people we work with are Christ followers. That includes our wonderful photographer, her family, and, most, if not all the folks who come to take pictures with us. No. It's not a requirement, but, it just worked out that way. Many of the clients are members of the Church where the photographer's husband is Pastor. (A good man of God.) Why do I mention this? Those who have called on the Lord Jesus Christ and surrendered their lives to Him, well, they have an immediate connection to others who have done the same. That's why we say we are brothers and sisters in Christ. But, they go to different Churches and some of them may not teach exactly the way your Church does. So what? If they are washed in the blood of The Lamb and you are too, that makes you and them family, heirs and joint heirs with Christ. (Romans 8:17) And, when we exercise love one towards another, well, it makes a busy day of photography go a whole lot better. You do know what I mean, right Vern? Y'all have yourselves a remarkable rest of the day and know that God is always there, always. (Psalm 121:4 ~ "Behold, He who keeps Israel Will not slumber and will not sleep.") Amen.

"Christ is the light of the world, destined to shed His beams over the whole earth." ~ Spurgeon

Good morning and welcome. Today's edition is sponsored by Wednesday, December 3, 2025. The photo is from the annual tree lighting celebration at our local called out assembly, Mims Baptist Church, Conroe. We had a great time making photos pretty much non-stop for over two hours. It was a great time of feasting and fellowship and as always, our senior pastor, did a great job in sharing the truth of the Gospel and how Jesus is the Light of the World before the countdown to the tree coming alive. I will divulge the fact that I worked on the above photo itself to add the background and special effects, however, the people in the photo are who they appear to be and I should know since I am one of them. Ha! Here's the tree lighted up for all to see with a beautiful star on top. 

I love The Christmas Story because it is about The Christmas Child, our Lord and His coming into the world to seek and to save those who are lost that come to Him. One of my favorite passages that related to His birth are the verses that reflect the coming of the Magi or wise men who were led supernaturally to His location by a special star. I won't go into a lot of the details but suffice it to say these men did not see Jesus at the manger site. I have made it clear I have never destroyed anyone's display that show them bowing to the infant along with the shepherds and the animals. That's not my calling. At the same time, we should all know their arrival to Bethlehem was some time after His physical birth, some scholars think up to three or more years. I love their first meeting with Jesus as depicted in Matthew's Gospel: 

 "And going into the house, they saw the child with Mary his mother, and they fell down and worshiped him. Then, opening their treasures, they offered him gifts, gold, frankincense, and myrrh." (Matthew 2:11) I'm not altogether sure why this scene has always grabbed me, but, it has something to do with their reaction, 'they fell down'. My guess is they did not necessarily know that's what they were going to do, but, when they saw Him, the realization that embodied in the Child before them was He, none other than God the very God Himself, what else could they do?  I know. That's my imagination, but, something prompted them to fall down. I'll let all the theologians throw rocks at my way of seeing it, but, one thing is clear. They fell down! And, because of Who He is, our Bible tells us that one day,  "...so that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, in heaven and on earth and under the earth, and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father." (The Apostle Paul writing to the local assembly at Philippi, Greece, (Philippians), in our reference from chapter 2, verses 10 and 11) That passage reflects on the prophetic word from Isaiah 45:3. I know. You didn't tune in for a Bible study today, but, I had that falling down and worshiping on my mind, so, I have now included you in it. I will leave us all to think on these things because the truth is illustrated in a choir song we often use at this time of year, "Jesus, Oh What a Wonderful Child". The old preacher would close in this way: "You can come to Him today, fall down and worship Him or you can refuse now only to bow down and confess Him later, after it's too late to be saved. What will you do? Good question for me, for you, for us all. Amen.

"Life is too short to waste in criticism and complaint." ~ Mother Teresa.

Okay. I'm back at it, again. Today is Tuesday, December 2, 2025. We have our Church lifegroup Christmas party this morning at a local restaurant. I'm not big on the white elephant shenanigans, but, we do what we have to do. Can I get a witness? The people who come to our Santa events are typically always complimentary of the way in which we do what we do. We love children just like the song says, "Jesus loves the little children, all the children of the world." And, we can be sure He does. Occasionally, and I might add, very rare, I have run into someone critical of Santa. But, we live in America and Texas in particular, home of the road rage, therefore, some folks come prepared to be upset if things don't turn out in their view the perfect way they anticipated. Children. They are very unpredictable when it comes to their Santa encounter. While we instill the stranger-danger concept into our kiddos, it can be trying when they don't immediately warm up to the jolly old elf. It happens. Yes. I have seen some who very clearly were terrified. Sometimes, Mrs. Claus can intervene. Not always. There are times when a child will not, no matter the circumstances, come anywhere near Santa. That's when I've been criticized. Okay? If that makes someone feel better, go for it. I had one lady tell me one time she had never had an issue until they brought him to me. Really? I was actually filling a spot for a Santa who was fired for being totally unqualified. The photos were being printed on site for $5. You are kidding. Right? Nope. I never wanted so badly to give someone $5 and tell her to take her business elsewhere. But, that's not my point. I'm talking about compliments. We get them. Lots of them. Children tell us they love us. Some hug us. The parents can't stop thanking us. They do. They really do. Last Sunday evening we did the lighting of the Christmas tree for our local Church. We did dozens of family photos for two hours mostly one right after the other. A young fellow who was a big boy, maybe eight or nine came up and when we finished with the photo he looked me right in the eyes and said this, "You are the best." That along with his genuine smile from ear to ear was worth tons to me. After all, these kids are the true experts when it comes to knowing if I'm doing my job or not, and, that is to bring joy to girls and boys of all ages. 

 

I have no idea if this image explains anything but I thought it looked cool, and, it might.

I've actually written before about the lady who complained about her $5 photo. And, that's okay, because Mrs. Claus worries about Santa because she continues to tell me how I repeat my stories over and over. She thinks that might indicate a problem. I usually tell her my stories are worth repeating over and over but that doesn't really resolve anything. I also try to use the age card but she typically operates in a no trump game. I do know this and I am unanimous in this understanding: I am not as sharp mentally in my current configuration as I was when I was sharper, at times very sharp indeed. I know that doesn't make too much sense but in this case I yield to an expert on the matter at hand, none other than Dr. Seuss himself, "Today you are You, that is truer than true. There is no one alive who is Youer than You." And, "Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living, it's a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope." I do intend to pay more attention to what is an obvious issue with repetitiveness, but, be forewarned, I am not coming up with a lot of good new stories, therefore, I will have to dig deeper into the old ones hopefully finding some I've never used before. Good luck with that one. Y'all pray for Mrs. Claus as she has her hands full dealing with an aging, forgetful Santa-man. Until next time, may the Good Lord above take a liking to you, oh, that's right, He already does as seen in Him sending His one and only Son to die for the sins of everyone. And, that, includes us all! Amen.

"At Christmas play and make good cheer, for Christmas comes but once a year." — Thomas Tusser, (1524-1580), English poet and farmer, and the actual quote went like this: "At Christmas play and make good cheere, for Christmas comes but once a yeere." published in 1557.

Welcome one and all to Christmas Month here at the ole blogger ranch as we usher in this Monday, December 1, 2025. We are trying to get ready for one of our busiest seasons for almost the entirety of this brand new month. As Mrs. Claus often says, "You have no one to blame but yourself because let's face it, you just can't say no." Yikes. It's only been sixty one years plus our time of dating and she knows me so well. Wow! The photo above displays the evolution of the Santa Claus character beginning with Saint Nicholas and ending with the commercialized Coca Cola Santa. My portrayal attempts to embody the spirit of the season but doing so as the Coca Cola fellow. At least that's the style we shoot for.

  

   

 

 

That photo was taken several years ago in the studio of Mindy Harmon, chosen as The Woodlands number one photographer year after year. We will be back in the studio again this Saturday for our 16th year. She makes more than just photos, they are portraits that capture the essence of family Christmas themes. I have no idea if she has any spots available, but, if you are interested give the studio a call, she may have a slot available. 

 

The best decision made in this Christmas portrayal journey was getting the wife involved in either the second or third season as Mrs. Claus. She exudes an extroverted loving spirit that comes through in the photos we make together. The best illustration of her contribution is told through the story of one young man who began making photos with us when he was maybe seven or eight years old. That began a tradition. He made photos with me and then he was able to interact with Mrs. Claus as she entertained him while his parents were viewing the early proofs. That began a journey where he would return each year and he tolerated having his photos made with Santa only because he wanted to have his time with his favorite, Mrs. Claus. It took me a while to get over playing second fiddle to the Mrs., but, let's face it. When it comes to her people skills, I might be The Santa Claus, but, she will win every time. She loves people and they love her back. I love them too but ...... I'll leave it at that. It will be interesting to see if we can keep up with all we have planned for the month. Santa appearances, Church activities, family gatherings, preparation, execution, and it's pretty ambitious for old people. We do pray God will provide not only for us but for us all, and, He will. May He add His blessings. Amen.

Black Friday: The day people trample each other for sales the day after they expressed their thanksgiving for what they already have. - copied

Welcome to Friday, November 28, 2025, where merchants of all kinds are hoping to get their earnings in the black today, hence, Black Friday. I saw a live news report this morning from one of the big box stores and it appeared to be almost empty. Uh-oh. That's certainly not what they intended. I, in a moment of weakness actually told the wife last night that we might go to the mall today just to see a lot which according to the late Yogi Berra, you can do just that when you are watching. It's like seeing a reality show live. I'm sure there will be antics of all kinds caught on cellphones and uploaded for our viewing pleasure. Things like fights and brawls, crowd surges and stampedes, and, general chaos. Sadly, often some of these activities end up in some injuries or even worse. Okay. I do have a wee bit of a confession here. Watching two ladies go at it over some insignificant trinket of some kind, well, that's pretty entertaining. What about two guys? Yeah. That's more common and doesn't do as much for me. They call the ladies going after it a 'cat fight' because it typically involves scratching, shoving, slapping, choking, punching, kicking, wrestling, biting, spitting, and hair-pulling. Sounds sexist to you? Don't blame me. The tag actually dates back to a book written in 1854 about Mormon women fighting over a shared husband. Since then it has become a part of our culture and a feature of news clips from Black Friday. They will have to do since we no longer have the Friday night boxing I watched as a kid growing up.

 

Getting back to something more meaningful, I often find myself conflicted about the amount of sharing or the lack thereof in my life when I think about the totality of the blessings bestowed on me. Best I know, giving involves our time, our talent, and our treasure. We like to throw around the slogans like 'Blessed to be a blessing' and one I've thought a lot about recently, 'Thanksliving'. We used to tell the kids in the inner city Bible club ministry how the word JOY stands for Jesus first, Others next, and Yourself last. We did. We really did. Teaching that is one thing, living it is a much bigger challenge. I am thankful for the giving we are involved in, but, I'm also thankful that it still gnaws at me, and, as the South African Christian crooner used to say, "Could it be God?" Here's some inspired insight from the Apostle John, 

1 John 3:16-18 "This is how we know what love is: Jesus Christ laid down his life for us. And we ought to lay down our lives for our brothers and sisters. If anyone has material possessions and sees a brother or sister in need but has no pity on them, how can the love of God be in that person? Dear children, let us not love with words or speech but with actions and in truth."

I'm reminded about the 'how much' question we also shared with the kiddos in that inner city ministry. "Okay guys, remember what we learned before. How much did Jesus love and give for each of us? Their response: They would stretch out their arms and lay their head down on their shoulder and chest depicting the Cross. And, lest we think we've given much, go and read what Jesus said about the poor widow and her giving as found in the Gospel of Luke, Chapter 21, verses 1 through 4. I suppose that's enough conviction for one day and it most likely hits us all. As well as it should on this day devoted to selling and buying. Y'all have a great Saturday and remember Sunday begins a brand new week and the pattern of the New Testament shows that's when the believers met to worship and hear from God. It's called attending a local Church. You can do that too. You can. You really can. It just could change your life. And, may God add His blessings. Amen.

Time to remember to be thankful!

Good morning and welcome. Today is Wednesday, November 26, 2025, and, it will not surprise you that I have written many Thanksgiving Day blogs since starting this adventure back in 2007. I did not search diligently through them all but this one from 2008 popped up, therefore, I want to share it with you. I read this week that based on studied research people with a grateful and thankful spirit face life with a positive outlook that leads to a more rewarding life. To have a thankful spirit we have to see what we are thankful for. The Southern Gospel song says, "I've got the Lord and that's enough, that's enough, that's enough". I do hope you and yours have a wonderful day of feasting and fellowship, and, I will do my best to catch back up with you, maybe on Friday. Y'all enjoy now, you hear? May God add His blessings. Amen.

 

Time to remember to be thankful! 

 As we approach this coming Thursday’s time of gathering with family to show forth our thankfulness to God for His goodness and His provisions to us as a nation, and to our families, we do so realizing that the future is very clouded at the moment. This is what I’m thinking about on this Tuesday, November 25, 2008. Genuine thankfulness comes from a heart full of gratitude. We can pronounce our prayers and make our speeches but being truly thankful comes from the inside of our very being. The children’s grace offering before a meal is appropriate for our consideration. Here’s how some of my grandchildren have been taught to say their prayer: “God is good. God is great. Let us thank Him for the food we eat. By His hands we all are fed, let us thank Him for our daily bread. In Jesus Name we pray, Amen.”

It’s hard to add anything to this simple expression that is profound in its recognition but I wanted us to read the first official proclamation setting aside a day to recognize God’s providential care on our young nation. This is an amazing statement from the man we call the father of our country, President George Washington. Would to God that every American beginning with me and you as well could grasp the meaning of the words and their reflection of truth as we pause to honor and thank our great God.

General Thanksgiving

By the PRESIDENT of the United States of America

A PROCLAMATION

 

WHEREAS it is the duty of all nations to acknowledge the providence of Almighty God, to obey His will, to be grateful for His benefits, and humbly to implore His protection and favor; and Whereas both Houses of Congress have, by their joint committee, requested me "to recommend to the people of the United States a DAY OF PUBLIC THANKSGIVING and PRAYER, to be observed by acknowledging with grateful hearts the many and signal favors of Almighty God, especially by affording them an opportunity peaceably to establish a form of government for their safety and happiness:"

 

NOW THEREFORE, I do recommend and assign THURSDAY, the TWENTY-SIXTH DAY of NOVEMBER next, to be devoted by the people of these States to the service of that great and glorious Being who is the beneficent author of all the good that was, that is, or that will be; that we may then all unite in rendering unto Him our sincere and humble thanks for His kind care and protection of the people of this country previous to their becoming a nation; for the signal and manifold mercies and the favorable interpositions of His providence in the course and conclusion of the late war; for the great degree of tranquility, union, and plenty which we have since enjoyed;-- for the peaceable and rational manner in which we have been enable to establish Constitutions of government for our safety and happiness, and particularly the national one now lately instituted;-- for the civil and religious liberty with which we are blessed, and the means we have of acquiring and diffusing useful knowledge;-- and, in general, for all the great and various favors which He has been pleased to confer upon us.
 

And also, that we may then unite in most humbly offering our prayers and supplications to the great Lord and Ruler of Nations and beseech Him to pardon our national and other transgressions;-- to enable us all, whether in public or private stations, to perform our several and relative duties properly and punctually; to render our National Government a blessing to all the people by constantly being a Government of wise, just, and constitutional laws, discreetly and faithfully executed and obeyed; to protect and guide all sovereigns and nations (especially such as have shown kindness unto us); and to bless them with good governments, peace, and concord; to promote the knowledge and practice of true religion and virtue, and the increase of science among them and us; and, generally to grant unto all mankind such a degree of temporal prosperity as he alone knows to be best.

 

GIVEN under my hand, at the city of New-York, the third day of October, in the year of our Lord, one thousand seven hundred and eighty-nine.

(signed) G. Washington

Source: The Massachusetts Centinel, Wednesday, October 14, 1789

 

“You always need divine protection, and, believer in Christ, you shall always have it.” ~ Charles Spurgeon

Praise the Lord we made it through another evening of strong thunderstorms. Amen. It is Tuesday, November 25, 2025, and, ever since Hurricane Ike busted up our place real good, we've been a wee bit leery of high winds and heavy rain. I do know some in our general area did not fair as well because of some tornadic activity that came with the front moving through. The physical storms that we deal with also are in many respects metaphors for the storms of life that come to each and every person. You are someone who has never experienced a storm in your life? Good for you and thank God. For the rest of us, the preacher likes to put it this way: We are either in a storm, coming out of a storm, or, getting ready to go into a storm as we continue life here on the planet. I don't know about you but for me I have found a lot of the life storms I have experienced were result of the hurricane named Me, Myself, and I. What do life storms look like? Some common examples include grief, illness, financial hardship, and relationship issues. Other challenges people face are divorce, betrayal, addiction, or spiritual and emotional battles like doubt and confusion. Some perspectives categorize these storms, such as self-inflicted problems, divine tests, or unavoidable hardships from living in a fallen world. A common thread of truth concerning life's storms is found in God's promises to always be with us, always, for He has said, "I will never leave or forsake you". (Deuteronomy 31:6, and Hebrews 13:5) I have often heard throughout my life people saying this as great difficulties are faced, "I don't know how people who do not know the Lord can deal with such challenges." That, my friend, is so very true. The promises of God are to those who are His own. His common grace given to all humanity might help through charity outreach and other forms of support, however, the individual heart needs the personal confirmation of God as Father when difficulties are encountered. How many of you out there can testify of God's faithfulness during tough times? I hear you. Me too! Here's what the Apostle Paul said, "...if we are faithless, he remains faithful, for He cannot deny Himself." (2nd Timothy 2:13) The best way to fully experience and appreciate the nearness of God, as a believer, is to follow the inspired admonition from the half-brother of Jesus, James, "Draw near  to God and He will draw near to you." (James 4:8) I'll let that be our take home assignment. Mine too.

 

I could say more. And, the wife would quickly add, "You usually do." I mentioned one time in the Bible study group about how many self-inflicted painful experiences have been my own fault. A lady responded by saying, "Tell us about all of them, Brother." And, that, my friend, can become our attitude as we adopt the inquiring minds want to know perspective. I told her that suffice to say God has often had to use His shaping tools on me. I think about the trip Jeremiah the Prophet of God made down to the potter's house. In the 18th chapter of the Book that bears his name, Jeremiah observed this: "1) The word which came to Jeremiah from the Lord, saying: 2) “Arise and go down to the potter’s house, and there I will cause you to hear My words.” 3) Then I went down to the potter’s house, and there he was, making something at the wheel. 4) And the vessel that he made of clay was marred in the hand of the potter; so he made it again into another vessel, as it seemed good to the potter to make." That vessel turned out to be an example of what God does with His own creation, in this illustration the nation of Israel. I've often thought about how God has had to use His corrective tools on me and this comes to mind. His re-shaping and correcting doesn't feel that great, but, His plan for each of His own is, as Dr. Charles Stanley used to say, "That we would become objects of notable excellence reflecting honor and glory back to God." (My recollection of his teaching, not an exact quote). My point? According to Hebrews chapter 12, God doesn't leave those who are His own alone, AND, He chastens those who belong to Him. Why? Because He loves them. Period. Oh my! Look at the time. We will soon need to receive the offering. Ha! This is what happens when whatever I had in mind to share left the building, you know, just like Elvis. Okay. Have a wonderfully God-blessed day and I will see next time, Lord willing. Amen.

I would have never believed it but I learned that "dogs do leave paw prints on your heart".

Good morning and welcome back. Today is Monday, November 24, 2025. I saw a long list of items to be purchased from the grocery store laying on our kitchen countertop, therefore, Thanksgiving Day is fast approaching. It appears we will have around a dozen family members to enjoy the day. We are looking forward to it. I put the photo of Bentley up because last week was his birth week as we were reminded by the grooming folks at the local pet supply store. Sir Bentley Barksalot, Esq., was a one-of-a-kind pup and we miss him, every day. We do. We really do. We are thankful that he was our pup for the five years he was with us. At the same time, we are super blessed that Lil Miss Biscuit came along and helped to fill that void. And, did she ever!

 

Biscuit has a loving instinct. She loves most everybody. I would guess over 99%, and, if you happen to be in the 1% that she does not warm up to, well, it's most likely time for you to go the altar and get your life straightened up. She is laying in my lap even as I do my thing on the keyboard. For the younger folks out there, it's called typing. Typing. I am well aware that many of you younger folks can with your thumbs on your phone beat my 60 plus words per minute here on the blogger ranch keyboard. I actually remember a number of years ago when I first saw a teenager exploding text onto her phone screen. We were at a fast food joint and she was sitting across from us and I will tell you this about that, she was fast. Very fast. I'm not sure how that particular skill will serve her in the future but she had mastered texting with nearly blinding speed. I suppose her brain connection to her fingers were much faster than mine, especially these days where I struggle typically to hit the right keys on my phone and end up doing corrections. Oh well, we likely will survive but I do prefer this typewriter style keyboard. And, just so you know, having Lil Miss Biscuit draped over my knees, not bad, not bad at all. 

 

We had ourselves another wonderful year at the Junior League of the Woodlands Holiday Market this past Saturday. Santa and Mrs. Claus worked non-stop for four hours straight which was our choice as we were able to enjoy working with such wonderful people along with beautiful children and lovely families. We got to see so many familiar faces and it's amazing how these kiddos grow up so quickly. We did hear, as we always do, the history of how many times the children have had their photo made with us. Sometimes it holds up the line a wee bit, but, we appreciate the opportunity to be a part of their family tradition. And, the Jr. League volunteers, wow!, just wow! They are amazing. Some of them are now in the upper echelons of the charity, but, they always come by to give us a hug and have their photo made. Do we have a great Christmas related activity, or what? And, I quickly add, is this a great country, or what? Thanks be to God who provides for us and we can count on His promises to be kept, forever and ever, Amen, period, the beginning and the end. Amen!

“Feeling gratitude and not expressing it is like wrapping a present and not giving it.” - William Arthur Ward, 1921-1994, an American motivational writer. He wrote over 4,000 epigrams, or positive sayings, which were published in Reader's Digest and on the front page of the Fort Worth Star-Telegram.

Today is Friday, November 11, 2025, and, I am a sucker for nostalgia, especially during the holidays as they always take me back. I think about those who greatly influenced my life, many of whom, have departed this world and gone on to their reward. Here's a blog I wrote that gives a little insight into my upbringing and in particular, the influence of my mom's dad, my grandfather, Andrew Rancher McMillan, or as we called him, Paw Paw Mac. This one was written in July of 2007. May God add His blessings. Amen. (Reader Alert: I was very wordy back then and that hasn't diminished over time. Sorry.)

 

Growing Up With Folks Who May Not Have Always Been Right, But They Were Never Wrong!

 

I grew up in a fiercely independent, Bible believing Baptist Church. The people there were for the most part wonderful and sweet. Now I’m not saying we didn’t have issues within the Church. Even as a child I could detect something was surely wrong whenever people would sing “Makes Me Love Everybody” with energy and feeling, but still not speak to a fellow member with whom they had a long-standing disagreement.

My grandfather was one of the most respected men in our Church. He was a Deacon in the truest sense of the word, that meaning a Servant of the Church. He was not, however, one who wanted to have anything to do with power plays or politics. He was an intensely private man but his beliefs and what he stood for could be recognized by how he lived. His simple approach to life was often at odds with the other Deacons who wanted to exercise authority and make sure the Church knew they were running things. They were not always pleased with my granddad because he would not go along with anything he believed to be underhanded or out of line.

Since my dad died and left us early, I grew up in the shadow of my grandfather. While he did not go out of his way to pick a fight, he always stood his ground on what he believed. He was not a lodge brother. He wanted no part of anything done in secret. He lived his life out in the open and had no time for shenanigans at the lodge hall. This was not popular since many of the prominent men in our Church were in the lodge, but this was the man I learned to greatly admire. I have followed his leadership and copied his pattern of life in many areas. My sons also reflect some of these same patterns. I’m not condemning others for what they do but this is how he impacted the way we look at issues in our lives.

Our small congregation practiced both close and closed observance of the Lord’s Supper. At the end of the regular service when it came time to observe the Supper those visiting and those who were not members of our local congregation were asked to leave or wait outside until this commemoration was completed. This was our adopted practice, this was our stated belief, and while asking people to leave was never done with any intention to make them feel bad, this was our approach and this is how it was conducted.

This was a far cry from the way it was done at my future wife’s Baptist Church where her dad was the Pastor. They not only practiced open communion but also actually drank from the same cup that was passed around. I was at that time dating her but I can tell you this approach was something very different for me. Of course I didn’t participate because of how I had been taught but I can sure tell you I wasn’t too unhappy about it, especially when old Bro. Oran, the biggest snuff dipper in that Church, passed me the cup!

My wife’s Church used grape juice and we used real wine in our observance. One of their ladies would bake the unleavened bread and that was our practice as well. Our real wine was not just any wine it actually had been imported from the Holy Land. This is how it worked. Three Deacons were assigned the responsibility to obtain the wine. They would drive some twenty miles to the closest small town that sold liquor. One of the deacons would stay in the car and observe the two who entered the store. The two who entered the store would observe each other as they would place the order and pay for the wine. I can only imagine what kind of scene this made and I’m sure they were all as nervous as a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs.

When the wine came in they would repeat the process exactly the same way. I’m not sure if they rotated this duty but I would think they did. While this might sound like overkill it was needful to make sure there was never any questions regarding the acquisition of this special wine. I’m not sure if the wine was locked up at the Church property or someone actually kept it, but I feel certain the bottle was marked and a record was kept of how much was used at each observance.

Today I understand much more about this ordinance. I know it was something introduced and instituted by our Savior, the Lord Jesus Christ. Therefore, the purpose and meaning of this ordinance is all wrapped up in what He intended, not what we might think or say. He said it was to act as a reminder of His death on our behalf. Obviously that implies we need to be reminded and He knew that. The clearest passage on the approach to the Supper is found in the Apostle Paul’s first preserved letter to the Church at Corinth. (1st Corinthians Chapter 10) There are many things we can learn from the Apostle’s instruction to this local Church. That’s the first important matter to consider. While these instructions were useful for all Churches, then and now, Paul did not hold the local Church at Thessalonica responsible for what was going on at Corinth. His word was to those members covenanted together as the Lord’s Church in Corinth. (Probably the First Baptist Church at Corinth, who knows? It’s a joke!)

In the way the folks at Corinth had approached the Supper, some had failed to give proper respect and reverence to the purpose of the ordinance, that being the remembrance of the Savior. How serious was this issue? Paul said some were sick and others had died because of how they approached this Supper. That’s kind of sobering when you think about it. I will not try to evaluate all the variety of teachings that exist regarding this ordinance. There’s way too many, and sad to say, most, in my opinion, are foreign to “thus says the word of the Lord”.

What have I learned through my experience and understanding of the Scriptures as it relates to this ordinance? The overriding concern is to honor the Savior by remembering His giving of His body and His blood for us. Therefore, anything, and I do mean anything, be it music, liturgy, ritual, practice, or approach that shades, diminishes, or takes away from the remembrance of our Savior is clearly out of sync with His mandate for this ordinance. And, yes, I am aware of the risk of serving even a small amount of alcohol to an alcoholic, and would not do so. I am also aware that many Churches today offer this sacrament to anyone with little or no explanation about its meaning and purpose.

While I readily admit that I don’t draw bright lines like I once did, I have become more committed than ever to this ordinance being expressly observed for the purpose of remembering Him. Something else I have learned is that any of us are capable of going off the deep end. We can think ourselves to be more Christian than others because we use real wine or we say closed or we use grape juice and we say open. Truth is, those who really get it are the ones who come prepared to recognize, remember, honor, and worship, in spirit and truth, the One who died for us. May we all be counted in this number. More later………