“Old age is always 15 years older than I am.” — Oliver Wendell Holmes

Hello and greetings from my tiny piece of real estate to yours, wherever you happen to be. Today, it is Tuesday, April 7, 2026. We continue the testing regimen ordered up by the neurologist trying to come up with a reason for the medical event the wife experienced back on March 13. Last Friday she underwent the magnetic resonance imaging, MRI on her brain and yesterday she did the electroencephalogram, EEG, the test that measures the electrical impulses in the brain. She completed the heart monitor test last month and now only has the sleep study to complete the current round of testing. The neurologist will give us his conclusions in a few days. We would love to discover what caused her momentary loss of conscious reality while at the same time we understand they might not discover anything. She's pretty concerned about it since the authorities want her cleared to drive again. We well understand why, but, she is known for her going. Boots may be for walking or at least that's what the song reported a few years ago, (Nancy Sinatra), but, in the case of the wife of my youth, she is a goer as in passing go, collecting the money, and, pass go again, again, and again. You can make the sound of a car engine being gunned to get the full picture here. Bottom line, she likes to go. She gets all tied in knots of frustration just thinking about the potential for losing her keys. This is one of the main reasons we hope to get some clarity from the testing and have the doctor sign off on a clearance for her to keep up her busy traveling here, there, and everywhere.

 

We had a wonderful celebration this past Resurrection Day Sunday with so many folks showing up at our local assembly's meeting place. It was great to see our fellow brothers and sisters in Christ, their families who came to be with them, along with new people who came out of respect for our Savior. Our pastor, Brother Doctor Jerry Chaddick, brought a tremendous sermon. His text was perhaps a surprise to some, but, it was a good one. He preached the truth of the Resurrection from the Book of Job, the text agreed by most scholars to be, after the creation account, the oldest in our Bibles. We have here an ancient inspired text about a believer in Almighty God undergoing all manners of difficulties, tragedies, and personal challenges. Buffeted here and there by the waves of distress, our believing Job gave testimony to where his faith was grounded, from Chapter 19, Verses 25-27, "But as for me, I know that my Redeemer lives, and he will stand upon the earth at last. And after my body has decayed, yet in my body I will see God! I will see him for myself. Yes, I will see him with my own eyes. I am overwhelmed at the thought!" (New Living Translation)  That, my friend, will preach, and that he did! He preached. God moved. And, we witnessed lives transformed by the truth becoming real in the lives of men, women, boys, and girls. I don't know how many folks were there, but, like every annual Resurrection Day Sunday, it was more than what we typically have in our services. I just know that some of those who gave their hearts to Jesus were most likely there as an infrequent guest, but, they are no longer a stranger to the family, the family of God. Can you say? Hallelujah, praise the Lord? He alone deserves the honor and glory. Amen.