"He has been a doctor a year now and has had two patients, no, three, I think -- yes, it was three; I attended their funerals." ~ Mark Twain

I did make it back and I'm glad to be back in the saddle again. Well, it's really a handed down steno chair, but, the saddle does fit the motif of the ole blogger ranch, and I am glad to be back from my brief hiatus. It is back-to-work Monday, July 31, 2017, and since I have my annual physical this morning I think it may be just a wee bit late to try and make a huge impact on the outcome. I did have plans to work on several things, but, maybe next time. My brother Victor and I had a good two days over in Louisiana of working through some of the activities needed to begin to begin getting started on concluding mom's and dad's affairs. Saturday afternoon on my way back to Texas I stopped in the little small place called Burkeville. They last reported some 1,716 people living there, but, I would have guessed maybe 200 or less. I pulled into the Family Dollar Store to get myself a Monster Zero drink and some snacks to help keep me awake. There was this fellow out in the parking lot and he appeared to be visiting his way into the store. He was talking to anyone out there. When I made my way to the check-out stand, he had come inside and was greeting another lady with these words, "And what brings you out to the Burkeville mall today?" He then said, "How's my buddy Old Pete getting along?" The lady responded, "I can't believe you haven't heard yet, Pete was killed in an accident." The things you hear at the Burkeville mall, it sounds like the conversation of life.

Victor and I had a great time visiting while we worked. I made need to qualify that a little. We had a great time visiting and we also got some work done. It's always good to be back home, and mom and dad had made their house just that, a place everyone enjoyed visiting. Even though it still looks pretty much like it did when they were there, it will never be the same without them. It was as if we dropped by to check on everything while they were out of town. That too is a part of how life works. Transitions. I write about this as a way of practicing my speech to my doctor this morning. He will need to be informed as to why my diabetic numbers have been whacked out of late. I think he might share some of the responsibility. Remember that speech he gave me when I turned 70 last year? All that stuff about how things begin to decline in the ELDERLY. He may have planted a negative thought pattern in my head and it communicated with my blood and it just might be his fault. You do know that will likely not work. Oh well, we will have to deal with whatever it turns out to be. Sorry. But, that's how it works.

No coffee this morning. I'm fasting until I get my blood work done. That big old Keurig seems to have the saddest expression this morning. And, the stacks of boxes of Community Coffee K-cups, well, they act like they have been abandoned. I agree. If that is the worst problem I face today I should be overjoyed with thankfulness. I'll try to keep that in mind. And, as always, I can use all the help I can get. Whatever is going on, no matter what, God is aware and He cares. That doesn't mean we will escape troubles and trials, but, it does mean that we can count on Him to be there with us, every step of the way. Even when things don't work as well in the elderly. Or, in any other condition as well. Thanks for allowing me the opportunity to share today. I do hope you will have a blessed and productive day. May God help us all is my prayer. Amen. .....More later.

We know that we have been blessed that we might be a blessing to others. Amen.

Family gathering to honor mom on her 90th birthday.

By the time most of you see this posting, I will be well on my way to Louisiana. That's where I am headed on this last Friday in July, the 28th, in this year of 2017. My brother, Victor, and I have been given the responsibility to settle mom's and dad's affairs, and we do so on behalf of our huge blended clan. We will be meeting in the home place there to take care of some preliminary matters. It is pretty amazing to me to think about them being gone. I suppose I had not even thought about how much time I spent conversing with the both of them. There's a noticeable void there. Dad would always talk when he answered the phone but he could tell that mom was anxious for him to hand the phone to her. I think he enjoyed making her wait a minute or two. It was like a little game to them. When mom would come on the line she might say something like this, "I thought your dad was going to talk all day." As dad's hearing got progressively worse, he would try to guess at what you might be talking about. I might say, "We are thinking of maybe coming over next week end." Dad would answer, "Yeah, it's been hot here too." And none of us will ever forget watching the two of them talk to each other. One could tell they likely were not hearing much but they were perfectly happy with whatever they were saying to each other. Nearly every day I'm reminded again of how remarkably blessed we have been to have had such wonderful parents.

Dad, yours truly, the wife, mom, Victor's wife Maria, and Victor.

It was mom's and dad's specific instructions that enlisted Victor and I to oversee things after their passing. He and I are honored to do our best to handle things in the way they wanted them to be done. Like dad, his family has been our family for nearly 40 years. I think that makes us much more than step-brothers. We are committed to doing all we can to preserve this unique family closeness that has been ours for so many years. We are also well aware of how rare this will be if we can hold it all together. In truth, we lost a matriarch and a patriarch that provided the glue. We can't be sure that we will make it happen, but, I have great confidence in Victor, and he has in me, and the two of us will do our very best. You can count on that.

Here's a common scene none of us will ever forget.

Believe me, we hear all the time the many war stories about how these types of things turn out. I tell the one about how a fist fight broke out in front of the casket of the elderly mom in the family. The guy who told me that story said that up until her passing there had never been a problem. The lawyer lady we talked to said she appreciated that we had not been in a hurry. She said she has had families arguing with each other in her office just after the funeral service was concluded. People I talk to say they do not envy Victor and I because of their own personal experience in dealing with this type of situation. Sounds like we are in for a rough ride. Right? I don't think we are deterred in the slightest. Here again, we can't promise the outcome but we can dedicate ourselves to working together to keep crazy stuff like that from happening. I am glad to be working with my brother on this one. We will see it through. Together. Enjoy your Saturday and Lord's Day Sunday, and be sure to tune in next time for whatever shows up on this page. I would tell you but I don't have a clue myself. May God bless each one. Amen. ....More later.

Practice may not make it perfect but practice always makes it better.

Okey-Dokey. Time to get up and get moving on this Thursday, July 27, 2017. What's that? You are not sure about my use of okey-dokey? It is perfectly acceptable as a humorous way to say okay. Still skeptical? Look it up. Check it out. That photo was taken yesterday morning here at my keyboard. My old work computer went kaput and I think I wore out my little personal laptop, therefore, I now have a new, (to me), used, handed down unit the Company gave me to use. It has a little different set up for the webcam and I used it to take that photo. The utility I used to take that photo does a little countdown so you know when it is going to actually snap the picture. I didn't want you to think that I wore that particular smile all the time. I do, however, practice smiling. I really do. Especially, when I am out and about in the Company truck. It's part of the preparation for the upcoming Santa season. I do get the occasional look from the car next to me and maybe a hand signal now and then. It reminds me of a video I watched the other day of one of my fellow Santas' as he was making a radio spot for a commercial which included him putting forth a hearty ho ho ho. It was maybe two minutes of him taping with a producer and technical guy doing the recording. He shared it as a public service for others. He read his little line and then punched with his ho ho ho. The producer wasn't satisfied with the ho ho ho. After about the fifth time, the old Santa was beginning to show some frustration. You know. Smoke was coming out of his ears. Now you know why I practice my special smiling. My professional smiling. I'll work on my ho ho ho later.

Today we pause to recognize our daughter in law, Sherrie's birthday. She has been married to our eldest son, Chris, for the past 31 years. They are the proud parents of three daughters and two granddaughters. That's a wonderful accomplishment for these two and we pray God's best for this beautiful family. We are MiMi and Poppy to their daughters, and they are Maw Maw and Paw Paw to their grand kids, and, that makes us Great Grand MiMi and Great Grand Poppy. (Their two grand kids are Madi, 7-1/2 years old and, Gabbi, 2-1/2 months. The seven year old also calls us MiMi and Poppy, the newest arrival calls us goo goo, ga ga. (I supplied the Great Grand for clarification only.) We enjoyed a time of celebration last night to recognize Sherrie. Happy Birthday and may God add His blessings is our prayer. Amen. Love, mom and dad

It's always a reminder when I see the first ad for the upcoming holiday season. That would be one that features us, Santa and Mrs. Claus, as participants. Here's what this week's Facebook posting said, "It's time to book your visit with SANTA! This year, our Signature Magical visits with Santa are on Fri, Dec 1st and Sat, Dec 2nd! Reserve your 15 minute private portrait appointment! Digital images, Albums, Christmas Cards; and Ornaments will be available in addition to portrait packages!" Just so you know, those 15 minute sessions are as jam packed as all get out. I had better get that smiling exercise program into high gear. Oh yeah, in case some of you are wondering, the Santa in the photo is none other than your faithful blogger himself. Mrs. Claus will be entertaining the children while the parents decide on their purchases. We are a team. Yep. I also have been listening to some Christmas music. I still love the late Eddy Arnold's version of "Christmas Can't be Far Away." But I do that throughout the year anyway.  I just happen to like Christmas music. Have a great rest of the day and I sign off with this quote from Tiny Tim in the Dickens, 'A Christmas Carol', "God bless us, every one!" Amen. ....More later.

The preacher tries his hand at word play.

Good morning and welcome to this edition of my blog. It's Wednesday, July 26, 2017, and I do bid you a hearty welcome. The other day the wife and I were introducing ourselves to a preacher fellow. He noticed the wife was wearing a wrist support and mentioned how a lot of folks these days have to deal with carpal tunnel syndrome. (The wife wears hers for arthritis but we didn't have time to go into that level of detail.) He then told us a little story. He said when he was in Denver he had a fellow tell him about an assignment he and some other fellows were given. It required for them to commute a long distance each day for several months. The man told him that part of their commute took them through a tunnel cut into the mountain. He went on to say that all of them became weary of the long commute. He said they began to suffer carpool tunnel syndrome. We laughed. He laughed. I later told the wife that he proved the old saying. She asked what I meant. The one that says deep down inside everyone wants to be a comedian. But, for style points, I give him a 3.5 out of 4 on my scorecard.

I was recently reading through some quotable last words spoken before death and some of them are very interesting. Lady Nancy Astor, an American born English socialite, had been in a deep sleep for several days. When she awoke and saw all of her family gathered around her bed, these were last words, "Is it my birthday, or am I dying?" Allen W. Barkley, former vice president of the United States suffered a fatal heart attack and uttered these final words, "I'd rather be a servant in the house of the Lord than to sit in the seats of the mighty." Here's one that I like. A Brazilian poet, Olavo Bilac, signed off like this, "Give me coffee, I'm going to write." George Washington Carver, "I think I'll sleep now." Bing Crosby, "That was a great game of golf, fellers." Jack Daniel, founder of the whiskey empire, "One last drink, please." Joe DiMaggio, "I'll finally get to see Marilyn." (Speaking of his former wife, Marilyn Monroe.) Thomas Edison, "It is beautiful over there." There are hundreds more, but, it made me wonder what I might have to say when that time comes. Hopefully, it will be based on my anticipation of the truth that God has given to those who are His own, "We are confident, I say, and willing rather to be absent from the body, and to be present with the Lord." (2nd Corinthians 5:8) Amen.

I agree. Whenever I go for something like "last words", it is either a really slow day for subject matter or I have very little original material to share. That begs the question. When have I ever allowed something like that to keep me from putting words onto the electronic page? (You don't have to send me an answer, the response is assumed, but thanks.) I was over in an area of the metroplex the other day where there is no more land to develop. Across the street from the business I visited, they have torn down a huge grocery store and are in the process of re-developing the property. What are they building there? A huge grocery store. The same brand as before. The difference? The new grocery store will sit on top of an underground parking facility. They needed more parking. I suppose this is how you solve the 'no more land' issue. I don't think I have ever seen that one before, especially for a grocery store, but, it must make financial sense or they wouldn't be doing it. You learn something new every day. Or, in my case, if needed, I just recycle some of the stuff I've likely already shared, many times before. Oh well, maybe tomorrow. Until then, may God bless us all is my prayer. Amen. ....More later.

“I am an American; free born and free bred, where I acknowledge no man as my superior, except for his own worth, or as my inferior, except for his own demerit.” ― Theodore Roosevelt

I suppose we all are getting weary of the incessant drumbeat of all things Russian. I've never doubted for a moment that Putin and his gang are anything other than totally opposed to our way of life. However, can't we just get to the end so we can move on? P-l-e-a-s-e! Whatever the end means. I can't remember another time when so many people were so fatigued over the 24x7 drips coming out of the woodwork in D.C. As Larry, the Cable Guy, the country humorist, puts it, "Git-R-Done!" It's Tuesday, July 25, 2017, and one wonders if someone might turn you in for eating Stroganoff. Don't get me wrong. If people have broken the laws of our land then they should be dealt with. After all, we did such a great job pursuing all the stuff the Clintons were implicated in. Hello! Our system of justice was never intended to be turned into a fishing expedition where the initial discovery was lacking, therefore, they attempt to broaden the scope to find out if anyone ever watched Russian ballet on television. I am intentionally being somewhat facetious here but this investigative technique has stymied making a dent in the most pressing problems we have here in our country. We do know, as a matter of public record, that keeping the new administration bogged down with these types of endeavors is a designed strategy on the part of the opposition. I'm not saying the inquiries are unwarranted but they should be expeditiously handled so the business of our nation can go forward. This political insight was brought to you without commercial interruption, courtesy of yours truly.

Yes. I am somewhat embarrassed by all that is going on. But, let me be clear. I am not, as some celebrities have been going around the world saying, I repeat, I am not embarrassed to be an American. I never supported President Obama's apology tour. I don't need the Lee Greenwood song to remind me of the blessings that are ours as a result of us being American citizens. How about this? Thank You, Almighty God, for Your providence that gave me this great privilege of being born in the land of the free and the home of the brave! Yep. With all of our troubles, trials, warts, and blemishes, I still believe in America and I still know that we are who we are and we've accomplished what we have because of God and His grace. I read last week where some of the north eastern states joined together to say they wished our country was more like Canada. Not me. I'm glad they can express themselves. Say the wrong thing in Canada, like preaching from the Bible, and you could end up being tried for a hate crime. Be like Canada? No thank you. Why not be like America? Thanks.

I started to say I'm on a roll today but it might just be the extra substance of my physical profile brought on by the Little Debbie Swiss Rolls. I looked up the history of the Swiss roll and found it to be universally accepted as being Swiss and it pertains to a type of sponge cake made into a roll, jelly roll, or cream roll filled with whipped cream, jam, or icing. Here's the kicker. The most likely origin of this type of sweet is Austria. No. I am not going to start a campaign to rename the ones I like to Little Debbie Austrian Rolls, however, it wouldn't hurt for them to add a warning label. Something straight forward and simple. Consumption of these rolls may cause rolls. I'll let you figure that one out but I'm not planning on serving up any photographic proof. Thanks for showing up today. May God bless us all, and may we all join in praying for our nation. Amen. ....More later.

"But if you figure in the wind chill factor, it’s only 102." ~ Dave Marr, professional golfer

They tell us that it will be hotter this week. The other day when I was out and about I visited a business for about 30 minutes. When I returned to the truck it was as if the air conditioning system had gone on strike. It took a good five minutes for him to start blowing cool air. I think while I was away he must have been secretly listening to the latest tirade by Al Gore. My point? It was hot. This week will be even more so. My thought immediately went to the little ones who have lost their lives because they were left in a vehicle. I was only gone for 30 minutes. Sad beyond belief. But, it is the reality of life, and death, here in these United States where today we celebrate back-to-work Monday on this July 24, 2017. I am glad to be here again sitting in my regular chair banging on the keyboard while visions of wasted keystrokes dance in my head. With God's provision, I will soon hit that three score and ten plus one in my sojourn here. I've thought a lot about life after the regular routine I've been on for so long. My home office is upstairs. Directly above our bedroom. My wife is not an early person. Even on my best behavior, I will likely create too much noise. She doesn't always sleep well and I would never want to interfere when she is able to sleep. Moving my office is an option but there are complications. Can't really move the bedroom. Life is filled with so many challenges. Meanwhile, I take solace in knowing that right now I'm not distracting or disturbing anyone because I'm the only one here.

I do know exactly what some of you are thinking. If this is the worst problem I have, I need to be thankful. I agree. The one other option I have thought about is a scary one. What if I change my regular routine? Just writing that caused a sudden burst of recollection. Many years ago when we thought I might have heart trouble, the doctor said my heart was fine but the bursitis-like pain was severe and then he jokingly added, "The thought alone could kill you." That's what hit me when the thought of rearranging my routine came up. What I am talking about is learning to sleep late or at least, later. I'm the first to admit that typically being up no later than 3:30 a.m., each morning is not for everyone. I have on a few Saturdays stayed in bed until 7 a.m. It required a forced manipulation of my habitual instinct and the hitting of the snooze button on my arthritis prone hips which have their own built in alarm clock. I proved, however, that it can be done. The other consideration has to do with quality of life issues. My routine is not your routine. Yours is not mine. But, the one I am on works for me. Thus far, I continue to be able to function at a reasonable level. I consistently sleep well. Bottom line, it works for me. Maybe I can get something different to work for me. We will see.

These concerns don't really amount to that much, but, they do give me something to talk about on a Monday morning. And, if you think these are things that mostly only old people concern themselves with, well, I've got an answer for that. I've been around long enough to see those who thought retirement issues were a joking matter get all bent out of shape as they neared the finish line. I can't remember how many times I have heard this one, "Man if I had only known that's how it works." Just last week I talked to a fellow who thought he was all ready for early retirement. He wanted to keep working but significantly cut down on the number of hours each week. Bam! He suddenly discovered the potential penalty associated with those who take their Social Security early. You would have thought Henny Penny had shown up and the sky was falling. I tried to reason with him on options he might consider, but, he was too busy practicing his hand wringing. Maybe there's a competition coming up soon. See what I mean? It's never an issue until it is. Just saying. Okay. Now that we have that left unsettled, I finish by encouraging us all to make the most of the day, this day, that the Lord has given. Amen. ....More later..

One of the worlds greatest hypochondriacs, bumped into his Dr. one day at the supermarket. “Doc!” he exclaimed, “I’ve been meaning to tell you, remember those voices I kept on hearing in my head? I haven’t heard them in over a week!” “Wow! What wonderful news! I’m so happy for you!” his Dr. exclaimed. “Wonderful?” Are you kidding? "There’s nothing wonderful about it. I’m now afraid there's something wrong with my hearing." ~ copied/adapted

Yes. Yes. Yes. It's Friday, July 21, 2017. I'm not exactly sure why, but this week has seemed longer than normal. I don't suppose there's some kind of vortex happening in the Equinox phase, or something like that. What? Maybe it's me? Good read. It could be that I'm a little apprehensive, trying to get ready to get ready for my annual physical scheduled for the 31st. I've been working on coming up with some novel excuses. I have this ongoing worry about the doctor coming up with something he can't even pronounce. A little girl came in and told her mom that she and the neighbor boy had been playing doctor. The mom was alarmed. She breathlessly asked what they had done. The little girl said nothing because so far she had only kept him waiting for three hours. I was going to try this one. "Doctor, I've discovered that being overweight runs in my family." Unfortunately, our doctor is a fitness guy and he would most likely respond, "No sir, the problem is no one in your family runs." If he gets testy with me, I've memorized a quote to share with him from William Oster, "The good physician treats the disease; the great physician treats the patient who has the disease." Good one. Right? That should distract him a little.

Have you noticed that our world is filled with drama in just about every nook and corner of our lives? I'm not just talking about the obvious situations like road rage. It is everywhere. In the checkout lines. At the fast food joint. At the doctor's office. On the job. In our homes. At the school house. On the playing field. At the courthouse. In our political dialogue. Even, in our churches. Drama. Here some drama, there some drama, everywhere some drama. I was thinking about this situation in light of God's revelation of Himself as being Sovereign over all things. (Throughout the Scriptures.)  I was thinking about this in light of the Apostle Paul's admonition to believers that they should even forego seeking remedy when they are wronged in order to keep the peace and further the Gospel. (1st Corinthians Chapter 6) And, probably the most memorable, from our Lord and Savior Himself, “You have heard that it used to be said, ‘You shall love your neighbour’, and ‘hate your enemy’, but I tell you, Love your enemies, and pray for those who persecute you, so that you may be sons of your Heavenly Father. For he makes the sun rise upon evil men as well as good, and he sends his rain upon honest and dishonest men alike." (Matthew 5:43-45) I throw these truths out there because it helped me. And, that's how we can be of help by reminding each other of God's ability to handle each and every issue we face. Thanks. I needed that. Amen.

I guess when it comes down to it, the way I've described my blogging in the past really does fit. WYSIWYG. What you see is what you get. Or, maybe if you like it set to music, channel Popeye singing, "I Yam What I Yam and Dats What I Yam!" If you can't conjure up Popeye the Sailor Man, I'm not sure I can help you. However, I am well aware of the emphasis on using words and phrases that try and connect to Millennials. There's a commercial running on the radio right now from Tom Bodett of "we'll leave the light on for you" fame. In the new spot, he attempts to use a lot of the hashtag references and other slang recognizable by the younger generations. It doesn't make much sense to me but it does make me laugh. See? It does make me laugh. Maybe if I understood it, it wouldn't be funny anymore. Perhaps that's where the old saying came from, "fat, dumb, and happy." I'll let you chew the cud on that for a while with hopes that you and yours will have a great Saturday and Lord's Day Sunday. See you next time, Lord willing and the Creeks don't rise, (Creek Indian Nation). Amen. ....More later.

"Give credit where credit is due. The rural letter-carriers are more considerate than their urban counterparts. All of the packages marked "Fragile" are thrown underhanded in the rural stations." ~ copied

Welcome one and all to the continuing serialized saga of yours truly. Today's episode comes to you live and in person on this Thursday, July 20, 2017. I know most of you wonder about me running out of things to talk about. I get that. I will share something with you if you promise not to spread it. I ran out a long time ago, I just didn't stop banging on the keyboard. Here's how Solomon, the wisest man ever to walk on this earth, outside of the Living Lord of the Universe, Jesus the Christ, put it, "That which has been is that which will be, And that which has been done is that which will be done. So there is nothing new under the sun." (Ecclesiastes 1:9) I suppose that means I'm in good company. Or maybe not. Probably not. I'm pretty sure, not. As you can see, that will not deter me. It might derail me, but it will not keep me from my appointed rounds. (I took that from the post office slogan, "Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds.") That reminds me. We have a new postal route carrier. He is a young African American fellow. I went out the other day and met him, shook hands with him, and gave him one of my Santa cards. I told him I thought it was important for him to know who he was delivering mail to. I did that. I really did. If nothing else, it gave him something to talk about when he got home. I try to help in any way I can. 

The image I used in the first paragraph may not connect very well, but, I saw it the other day and knew I had to share it. The biggest of the big bosses at the big company where I worked in what seems now to have been in a galaxy far, far away, well, he got stopped by the police one evening for speeding. I knew about it because the group I headed was given the responsibility for installing a car phone in the foreign sports car that belonged to her. This was the early days of car phone technology. The phone was a gift to his daughter. We located the best folks we could find, paid a premium to break into line, but they never installed one in a little sports car like that one. They were running late. I was sweating bullets because it was to be presented at a surprise birthday party. A costume party. Our big boss was going as a gorilla. We ran late. He had to wear the costume in the car. He was stopped for speeding wearing a gorilla suit. The phone in his daughter's little car worked. She was so happy. I was too. It was important because it meant that I lived to fight another day. Yep. That's how it worked back in those days. 

Would I have lost my job if that phone had not worked? Who knows? But, that was the way we looked at dealing with executive requests, back in those days. Just so you know, my recollection of happenings in the past may have undergone some level of editing over time. One does begin to lose some focus and crispness as it relates to the recalling of specific details on remembered events. I was reminded of how this works when dealing with folks from my past during the home going of our parents. When we reminiscence, it's hard to always know whether you can actually recall the specific good time or event being discussed, or, whether it might be a recollection based on photos or just hearing about it before. I started to say our minds are funny that way, but, it's best to limit my assessment to my own experiences, making it better stated, my mind is funny that way. Not ha ha funny, just, funny. If you don't have any idea what I am talking about then you can feel good that you are still in full contact with all of your faculties. You do get to pass go but don't look for a $200 check in your mail box, anytime soon. I think it may be time for my nap now. Enjoy your day and may God bless us all. Amen. .....More later.

"For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God." ~ Romans 3:23

Don't worry about it being a new intruder, it's only me. Thanks so much for showing up where I will shoot the breeze in a kind of one way fashion here at the ole blogger ranch on this Wednesday, July 19, 2017. People today are really fascinated with reality shows on TV. The new cable series "Live PD", as in police department, on the A and E channel, has become somewhat of 'must see' for us. We like it because it is, for the most part, happening in real time, live. The only editing they do is when there is a horrible accident or other tragedy and they purposely do not show victims. In that show, you see people who come in contact with the police for who they really are. Many times that is not very pretty. But, by the way, it works in the exact same way for us all. I recently was teaching through Genesis and we were looking closely at the dysfunctional families beginning with Adam and Eve and Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob. Talk about a reality show! The truth is, they were no different than you and me today. Sure. It was different times, but, they were thoroughly human, and fallen. I heard a preacher the other day talking about when he tried to correct his three-year-old granddaughter, she put her hands on her hips and let him know that he couldn't tell her what to do. Where did that come from? From within, that's where. And, it's the same for Abraham, for that preacher, the little granddaughter, and for you and I today. God, because of His love, provided a remedy for this condition of ours. He sent His one and only Son to die for all those under Adam's curse. Any who receive His sacrifice will live eternally with Him. Thinking about this great need, and that would be me, well, I don't know about you, but, I am so glad He did what He did for me! Amen.

Some tend to want to put the people in the Bible on a pedestal. And, while many are worthy of recognition for their demonstrated faith and courage, they had to live out their days, make decisions, take actions, and go about the living of their lives just like we do in the 21st century. That's why we can relate to the truths God chose to preserve concerning the individuals mentioned in The Scriptures. I am not angling for a love offering here, just sharing what bubbled up on this day. As most of you know, we've had to deal with death in our family in recent days. That is when the reality of the truth God has given to us really hits home. At the same time, life goes on. Steven Wright told this joke, "I recently attended the funeral of a clown friend of mine, all his friends rode in one car." I can't be sure why but I thought that one was really funny. I also read the testimony of a lady who said some of her relatives had coached a little girl on what to say to her dying grandfather. She memorized, "I hope you pull through." When they went into his room, the grandfather pulled the little girl up close to him and said, "I am at death's door." The little girl did not hesitate. "I hope they pull you through."

I was trying to come up with a 'walk off' closing statement similar to the 'walk off' homer to end the game, but, I couldn't come up with anything, so, I will, instead, continue to torture the language for us all. Here's one for you. The other day I had to have some pipe threaded at a mom and pop hardware store near where I work every day. When I went to check out, an older fellow came in and ran over to me. We shook hands. I thought he was going to hug me. He said he had been to see me several times but I wasn't at home. I had never seen this fellow in my life. Before I could say anything he told me he was having a pretty bad time. I asked what was going on. He said he had to bury his wife last week. I didn't have the heart to tell him I didn't know him. He went on. He talked about some people that I assume we both were supposed to know. I was trying to walk out but he followed me. I told him about losing mom and dad. I patted his shoulder and shook hands with him again. We had a pretty good visit. I did everything I could for him except maybe having prayer with him. I do feel sorry for the real person when he sees him next time and that person can't even remember the good conversation they had down at the hardware store. I tell you. If it's not one thing, well, it's something else. Now I can add to my resume that I am the long lost friend of someone I never met before. What a life! Enjoy, and may God bless us all is my prayer. Amen. ....More later.

“Some writers aren't writers, they are mere escapees' and refugees' on an exile from the jungle of thoughts.” ― Michael Bassey Johnson, Freelance writer

I've been thinking. I agree. That's always a potentially dangerous thing for me to be doing. As I contemplate what it is ricocheting forth and back in my head, it reminded me of that Willie Nelson song with this line, "That lucky old sun ain't got nothing to do but roll around heaven all day." I know. That doesn't make a lot of sense. Maybe not to you. But, that's the way it goes with many of my deep thoughts, they got nothing to do but roll around my head all day. And, this day happens to be Tuesday, July 18, 2017.  What exactly are the thoughts I am talking about? That's a very good question, my friend, very good, indeed. And, at some point and time, I will likely share them, if I haven't already, or if I remember them. With me, you never know because I'm not always sure that I know. However, now that I have thoroughly confused us all including myself, let's see if there is any socially redeeming material left to discuss. And, I do promise to keep you posted on that stuff rolling around all day.

I'm glad my readers do not charge for these therapy sessions. At any rate, we are really living in some pretty weird times. Don't you think so? I don't know where all these shenanigans in Washington will take us, but, seeing them play out each day, well, I really would rather watch sausage being made. One of the things I feared from the get go was when most all of the conservative religious media threw their support behind Trump. I thought it was okay for them to endorse him as a candidate given the choices available, however, they went way beyond that. They are now in the tank and today their daily programming is consumed by their attempts to rationalize all that is happening while still defending their support. I said 'most all'. I'm very glad to report there are outlets that continued to play only Christian programming with preaching, teaching, and music that honors God. That is in keeping with their charter. Those that did jump into the political fray, well, their daily programming now sounds more like what you hear on those flame throwing conservative shows on secular channels. I've observed this development and I fear that it could lead to the proverbial laying down with a pack of dogs and ending up plagued by ticks. Or something like that.

At the viewing time for our dad, a lady came up to me. She acted like I knew her but I didn't. She said she would not be able to attend the service the next day because she needed to support a man's family because he would be undergoing some serious surgery. I told her that was very understandable. She called out the man's name. I told her I knew him very well from more than 50 years ago. She looked puzzled. I told her he had been very influential in my life. She was really wondering now. I explained that way back then he was a contractor doing brick work. I was in-between jobs and I signed on with him to be his helper on doing the brick work on a large residence. I worked with him for two weeks. He was a master brick layer and he could sling mortar and lay bricks almost in a blurred motion. It was my job to keep the bricks coming and to mix the mortar. Back breaking. He was always waiting for me. Two weeks. At the end of that project I made the decision that perhaps administrative and office work was better suited to my inclinations and abilities. I actually had personally thanked him for that very thing when he came to my mom's viewing. He didn't even remember us working together. That's okay, because I do, and I made sure he knew how much I appreciated him for helping to direct my career choices. He laughed. I did too but that doesn't mean I have forgotten the aches and pains from that little adventure. I've told that before but it does seem to surface from time to time. Enjoy the rest of the day and may God bless each one. Amen. .....More later.

“Donald Trump owes an apology to the millions of Mexicans in this country who have contributed their talents towards making the United States the envy of the world.” ~ Congressional Hispanic Caucus Chairwoman Rep. Linda Sanchez (D-Calif.)

Welcome back from our brief respite as we continue the journey here on this back-to-work Monday, July 17, 2017. The other day I carried a couple of fellows here from the Company for a field project. They are both originally from Mexico. I put the radio on a Spanish music station. I noticed something that I had no reason to know before. I heard the name Trump and Trump care in the commercials in-between songs. Not surprising, it sounded like it was negative. So, I asked. They responded. "No one like Trump." Me, "why?" "He make many changes. Immigration, sanctuary cities, education, and medical." "He is not like Obama." I tried to explain how the so called affordable healthcare system is not affordable at all, especially moving forward. I could tell they were skeptical. One asked if I was a Trump man. I told them I did not support him as a candidate, but, in the election, there was no way I could vote for Hillary Clinton. They indicated some level of understanding my point of view, but, it was good to hear their thoughts and concerns about something we all read and hear about every day in the news. While I disagree with their understanding of the arguments, I do support anyone's right to have an opinion. The commercials on the stations they listen to no doubt are doing their best to shape that understanding.

And there you were, thinking that field reporting was no longer viable. You heard it directly from the 'man on the street', well, in this case, the man in the truck with two fellows riding with me. You know. It was the classic captive audience. From both points of view. I can remember back in the day when the comedy programs did skits with a reporting talking to those on the street. I've been around long enough to remember show host Steve Allen's regular 'Man on the Street' routines. That segment helped launch the careers of people like Bill Dana, Pat Harrington, Louis Nye, Tom Poston and Don Knotts. I actually remember all of them. Most will likely remember Don Knotts in the role of Deputy Barney Fife on the Andy Griffith Show, but, I remember the others as well. My man on the street interview was more of a reality piece, but, as I was attempting to explain my views using words and hand signs, there was some laughing as well.

For those not on Facebook, I wouldn't want you to miss out on the photo taken of our newest family addition, our great granddaughter, Gabriella or Gabi. They showed up last Thursday evening and thanks to our granddaughter Brittany for bringing the baby over for a visit. It was a surprise for me. If it was intended to take the edge off, and I know that wasn't the reason, it did. And, I enjoyed the couple of hours immensely. When we talked, I could tell her Paw Paw, our Chris, enjoyed me enjoying little Gabi. As you can see, it also gave me a head start on holding babies for the upcoming Christmas season. I did speed watch the Ron Howard version of 'The Grinch' one day last week during lunch. I don't know why, but, I wanted to watch something about Christmas and I landed on that one on Netflix. I watched the hour and a half movie in about 30 minutes. I've seen it a few times so I didn't miss out on anything that I skipped through. See what I mean? You wouldn't even think about wanting to have to deal with what I have to deal with every day. Me. Myself. And, I. Count that as a blessing. Now you have something to be thankful for on this Monday. Maybe you could hum Jingle Bells or something just to keep the mood going. See you next time and may God add His blessings to our day. Amen. ....More later.

"You don't choose your family. They are God's gift to you, as you are to them." ~ unattributed

This is that very famous day of the week that so many long for as they travel this earthly sod. That's right. It's Friday, and this one happens to fall on July 14, 2017. I suppose I am going to be thanking people for a long time as we continue our journey. So many have been so very kind during these past seven months where we dealt with the inevitability of having to lay mom and dad to rest, but, none of us would have ever thought it would have been these seven months, in this year. My sister JoAnn sent that photo. I worked on it a little and added the digital frame. I had not even remembered it being taken. That is, with me in it. I like it because it tells a story. We all, our entire family, did what we could to support these two that God had given into our lives. I've had people tell me how that our devotion to seeing after our parents has been an inspirational testimony. Really? I'm not being overly humble here, but, to me, and I mean this, it was our privilege, and more to the point, it was, my privilege to do what I could on their behalf. I'm blessed because God provided me the means to be there as much as I could and I am also blessed to work for people who supported me. One day I was talking to my brother Victor just before dad's passing. I told him I wasn't in a big hurry to get over there because I had no unpaid bills with our dad. We were up to date. With each other. He mentioned that was a good way to put it. That's what I think about when I look at that portrait. No regrets. We did what we could and I thank God for the peace that comes with that realization. Amen.

Now. When it comes to all that was done each and every day by those in our family who acted as hands-on caretakers for mom and dad, well, their example of devotion is one that none of us will ever forget. Again, my brother Victor, he mentioned at dad's home-going service how that if you look up true love in the dictionary you will find a picture of those lovingly serving our mom and dad. Now it's my turn to say, that's a good way to put it. Let me try to put that into some perspective. While I did put many miles going forth and back to check on them, when my visit was concluded, I returned home. Mom first, and then dad, they each required 24x7 care, and we were blessed to have family who stood in the gap for them. Yes. We were especially blessed to have our niece MaryBeth, a licensed nurse, who cared for both of them. But, there were many others as well. And, while we did provide some minimum financial compensation for MaryBeth, I can assure you, the care our parents received could not have been purchased out in the public domain. Again, that does what? It makes us thankful as we are humbled in how God worked through our family to honor our parents. Amen.

We continue to get cards from those who care. These expressions of love, support, and sympathy are appreciated. The good news about mom and dad is how their being such blessings to us all does help us to move on. We were not shortchanged with their time here. They both lived lives of significance. They both made contributions in their own ways to the helping of others in their family, in their Church, in their community, and to those in need all around. I think of mom's ongoing commitment in her support for St. Jude's Research Hospital where children are treated for cancer, free of charge. I think of dad's willingness to spend countless hours helping a veteran friend get all his affairs in order as he lived out his final days. I think about their many trips made to help build new facilities for missionaries who work with American Indian tribes. I could go on. I hope you see what I mean. Imperfect people living in an imperfect world, but, they ran a good race with the lives God gave to them, especially as a couple, and for that, we are forever grateful. Some will read this and think it to be a form of grieving on my part. It could be, and if it is, so be it. Yet, we still have to get on with it. You know. Each and every day. That includes today. Have yourself a wonderful week ending Saturday and then enjoy the first day of the week, Lord's Day Sunday. I will do my best to catch back up with you next time. Until then, may God bless. Amen. .....More later.

"Life itself is a quotation." ~ Jorge Luis Borges, (1899-1986), Argentine short-story writer, essayist, poet and translator, and a key figure in Spanish-language literature.

Today is Thursday, July 13, 2017, and I bid everyone a hearty hello as we commence with today's episode. I started to say the dreaded 13th but I remembered that's associated with Friday. Just think how much more drama we could have if we all got spooked every time 13 was on the calendar. That would be, an educated guess here, at least once a month. Think about the marketing potential. There could be a movie about Monday the 13th, Tuesday the 13th, Wednesday the 13th, well, I think you get my thought here. And, as I see it, only me, so don't get all bent out of shape, it could just as well be any day at any time because if we operate our lives based on the truth that God has given to us, stuff associated with unlucky numbers or days have no meaning or application in our day to day living. Truth is, we learn to live by faith, not in our figuring it all out, but, rather, in His provision for us each day. Here's a passage from the earliest letter from the New Testament, James, (most likely the earthly brother of Jesus of Nazareth), that is worth our time to reflect upon,  "Just a moment, now, you who say, 'We are going to such-and-such a city today or tomorrow. We shall stay there a year doing business and make a profit'! How do you know what will happen even tomorrow? What, after all, is your life? It is like a puff of smoke visible for a little while and then dissolving into thin air. Your remarks should be prefaced with, 'If it is the Lord’s will, we shall be alive and will do so-and-so.' As it is, you get a certain pride in yourself in planning your future with such confidence. That sort of pride is all wrong. No doubt you agree with the above in theory. Well, remember that if a man knows what is right and fails to do it, his failure is a real sin." (This is from the modern English translation by J. B. Phillips.)

I can't apologize for how that paragraph drifted into theological waters because my writing ship was more or less on autopilot when it was produced. That's what I mean when I talk about working without a net, one word at a time, one sentence, and then, it's a paragraph. The other day someone asked about my blog. I told them how they could find it. They looked it up on their phone. They began reading the one that popped up. I knew that particular day was one of those where I must have felt a sermon coming on and I could tell from their expression they had expected something different than a 'Church' experience. I did not want to be presumptive by telling them I write about a lot of things other than spiritual matters, but, when it's all said and done, The View From My Pew and/or The View From Here, well, it is, as they say, it is what it is. I'm very much okay with what I write not appealing to everyone who populates the globe. Every now and then I choose one of my blogs and copy the text into a text-to-speech utility and listen to it being read. This is going to sound self-aggrandizing, but, it's not intended that way. So, I'm listening, and the artificial lady voice reads it, and suddenly, I find myself laughing out loud. My point? If it makes me smile, there's maybe someone somewhere that will respond in the same manner. And, we all know the entire world can use a smile. I think that's right. What say you?

I had recently attempted to write shorter episodes but I can tell that often the strong arm of verbosity has taken hold of my intended brevity. I will think about thinking about trying to work on this. Why? Because the woman I love dearly thinks shorter episodes are better. And, I actually do know that many people who keep up with me have better things to do than wade through the deep weeds of my discombobulated thoughts each day. One last personal observation about those verses in the first paragraph. They teach us not to be prideful and presumptive about the living out of our life. This causes some, like me, to throw around that 'Lord willing' as a caveat on just about everything. Here's my point. Adding a God bless you or Lord willing to our expressions is actually no better than an empty 'have a nice day' thrown in without true feeling or sincerity. I must, you must, we must truly recognize that life and all that it entails is truly in God's hands. When we do we move from a slogan to fully depending upon Him. That jumped into my head here at the last moment, therefore, I thought it good to share it. Thanks so much for your support. (Written with sincerity.) May God bless us all is my prayer. Amen. .....More later.

I know what some of you are thinking. The difference between coffee and me sharing my opinion is that you actually asked for coffee.

Here we go again. This time we do so on this day, Wednesday, July 12, 2017. Thanks for showing up on time. Let's punch in and get this show on the road. Coffee is bad for you. Coffee is good for you. Coffee causes cancer. Coffee helps prevent cancer. Coffee shortens your lifespan. Coffee extends your lifespan. Round and round we go and where it will stop we cannot know. While I appreciate the headlines from our tabloid friends across the pond, could someone out there call a halt to this continuing ping pong match using coffee as the ball? Please. I'm trying to think if there is any other product that has endured this endless speculation concerning its consequences. We all stand to suffer from whiplash just reading all the so called scientific research papers. Yes. I did notice it said three cups, but, thanks for pointing that out. And, you are correct, I have three cups before most people have even thought about hitting the snooze button. Americans do love their coffee. Just think how much more they would love it if they got hold of some of Louisiana's own Community Coffee? Here's a fact from the coffee industry for us to think about: "Americans consume 400 million cups of coffee per day, or equivalent to 146,000,000,000 (146 Billion) cups of coffee per year; making the United States the leading consumer of coffee in the world."

You think what? I'm trying to make coffee talked about as much as the weather? I'm only going to say this once, or maybe a few more times, because I'm not really keeping count, but, be clear, I didn't start this fight. For me, it started when I was a wee little lad as I would see my grandfather pour up cold leftover coffee into his cup from the night before. He did this before he made a new pot. Why? To him, it was much too valuable to throw out. Sure. It was as thick as dark cane syrup. But, he would down it with one swig and it typically caused a shiver beginning with his shoulders and running up through his neck. I watched. I learned. As a child, I could never see myself doing something like that. My oh my, what a difference time makes. I might get called away from my desk. I might be gone for a few hours. When I return, I find my coffee cup with about one-fourth left. I drink mine strong so it is now cold and thick. I down it with one swig. I feel that shiver in my bones. Why? To me, it's much too valuable to throw out. Enough said.

My dedication to Community Coffee as a preference is well known. The other evening we enjoyed a nice Cajun seafood meal with some of dad's folks. Some of them were in from California. After the meal, we went to the baby brother in our family, Richard's, to enjoy some cake and homemade ice cream. When we arrived there, Richard asked if I would drink some coffee. Before I could answer he blurted out, "It's a special grind Community Coffee." All the air went out of the room. I didn't hear any angelic voices, but, I could tell the California folks were a little puzzled by this branded coffee ritual. I, of course, said, "You betcha". One from the California contingent offered up how they really enjoy some of the new concoctions served up by their local barista. The ingredients were named. I had to control myself because I nearly threw up on the spot. To use the word coffee in the same sentence was almost more than I could stand. (I would name some of them for you but it is way too early in the morning to wash my mouth out with soap.) But, as you can tell, I survived. You do know there's a throwdown embellishment or two in this little tale. I'll let you guess about that. Take care now, you hear? May God bless. Amen. ....More later.

“Music is the shorthand of emotion.” ― Leo Tolstoy

We were so much in need of rain. It has already been blistering hot in our area. Everyone was clamoring for some relief. Five inches later, many are saying enough is enough. In these parts, once it quits, it might suffice two or three days before we have to start watering again. That is if you like having some green green grass of home in your yard. We do. Or, more precisely, she does. But, it does look nice and that's always a plus. I'm glad you showed up today, on this Tuesday, July 11, 2017, where the one-way conflab is just getting started. It is quite funny when you think about it. You hear comparisons to the Sahara and within 24 hours people start joking about building an ark. I think that somehow speaks to how life actually plays itself out in reality. And, given the fact that some so-called environmental expert has predicted that temperatures will rise to 200 degrees Fahrenheit because of the Trump administration, well, I suppose the rain and clouds should be a respite from these looming dire consequences. I've never doubted the ability of fallen humanity to destroy the great things God has given to us, however, some of these 'the sky is falling' wackos make it hard to even have a real discussion. Meanwhile, we are thankful for the rain, but we do have the sprinkler ready just in case.

The other day at dad's home-going service there were lots of memories that flooded my soul. When the wife and our niece got up to sing I remembered our baby sister, Kayla. Our niece is the eldest of three girls born to our Kayla and their dad Robert. Kayla died in 1978 after an 18 month battle with acute leukemia. She was 27. Kayla, as a teen, used to ride with the wife and me. She always wanted to sing with us as we drove down the road. She loved hearing harmony. She would have been so proud of hearing her daughter harmonize using her beautiful voice at dad's service. When we sang as we drove, her favorite song was a Dottie Rambo composition entitled "In the Valley He Restoreth my Soul." It's a great lead and alto harmony arrangement. Here are the lyrics she loved. When we sang this song she had no idea that within a few years she would experience the full meaning they portray.

Verse

When I'm low in spirit I cry Lord lift me up
I want to go higher with Thee
But the Lord Knows I can't live on a mountain
so He picked out a valley for me

Chorus

He leads me beside still waters
somewhere in the valley below
He draws me aside
to be tested and tried
but in the valley He restoreth my soul

Verse

It's dark as a dungeon
and the sun seldom shines
And I question Lord why must this be
Then He tells me there's strength in my sorrow
and there's victory in trials for me

Chorus

He leads me beside still waters
somewhere in the valley below
He draws me aside
to be tested and tried but
in the valley He restoreth my soul

Tag:

Yes in the valley, In the valley, He restoreth my soul.

You notice what? My life seems to include lots of musical connections? That would be very true. Good observation there. Music does have a way of adding a bookmark to a memory. When I think about someone close to me it typically doesn't take long to remember some of their favorite songs. I find the song, cue it up and play it, and I can see in my mind's eye them enjoying it. Paw Paw Mac had a particular way of swaying ever so slightly when we would sing his song, the Ira Stanphill classic, "I Know Who Holds Tomorrow." He didn't move much. We were straitlaced Baptists, after all. He would also lose himself in the message and his book would go up and down and side to side. Just a little. He was not a singer but the message of hope embodied in the lyrics would do something to him, and towards the end of his life, it typically would bring tears rolling down those rough sun-beaten cheeks of his. This is how it works. When I sing or hear that song I relive him doing just those things. My oh my, people who don't have precious memories like that, well, I feel bad for them. That's pretty amazing how music can flood our soul with memories. Yep. It is. It really is. Take care out there in blogger land or in whatever terrain, wet or dry, you happen to find yourself in. May God bless us all is my prayer. Amen. .....More later.

"He is happiest, be he king or peasant, who finds peace in his home." ~ (Johann Von Goethe)

Good morning. I'm thankful to be greeting you from my regular spot here at the ole blogger ranch on this back-to-work Monday, July 10, 2017. When I left here on Friday, June 30, I had no idea that I would be gone for so many days. Yet, we had been praying for God's mercy into dad's situation and God showed up and escorted him from this life to the next, Saturday, July 1st, at 3 a.m. It's hard to put into words just how thankful we are for all the thoughts, prayers, and other demonstrations of caring and concern from folks all around. The family does appreciate them all. I know that mom and dad were their own version of their own love story. However, I can enjoy that remembrance without all the romantic quotes from Hallmark like movies. I do appreciate your respect for my sensitivity in that particular area. Thanks. I rolled into the workplace and found the electronic gate code had not been changed. I was encouraged whenever I found my workstation all in tact. Everything seems to be just where I left it. I guess that means I am still on the books as an employee. Yippee!

Because the folks who own our Company have been so gracious, I was able to stay in Louisiana and get a number of matters in the works to help settle mom and dad's affairs. It required many hours of telephone time, electronic menus, disconnects, redials, and oh yeah, my favorite, after waiting 20 minutes, that selection is no longer valid. I knew screaming wouldn't help because that robot answering system is impervious to complaints. The good news is that when I was able to speak to a real person they were genuinely helpful and polite. I was impressed how that everyone I spoke to expressed condolences for our loss. I know. I was dealing with death and that would be a common way to handle it, but, it was still nice to hear those words from a variety of government offices. As much as I love our old home place, there's just something about coming back to our house. It was like a weight was lifted as I came through the door. We've lived in the same house since 1984, but, it's not the structure, it's where we live, it's us, it's home.

It may take me a while to get my moorings but I've already heard about several things I have on my agenda this morning. Good. That, after all, is what I showed up for. I do hope that you have a most wonderful day and that God will help us all to look to Him to meet all our needs. Take care and may God bless. Amen. .....More later.

"Set your mind on things that are above, not on things that are on earth…when Christ who is our life appears, then you also will appear with him in glory." ~ (Colossians 3:2-4)

While I know on one is counting, obviously with the exception of me, myself, and I, but yesterday was my 2,600 time to intrude into someone's space via this blogging utility. That, my friend, is a lot of intrusion! We are still here in Louisiana on this Friday, July 7, 2017. I hope to get some business done out at Fort Polk today as we begin to begin winding down the affairs of mom and dad. Many folks who care have inquired about how I am holding up, given the passing of my mom and dad so close together. It's hard for me to tell. I do know this. While I don't consider myself to be a great faith warrior, I do know that my faith in God has helped to inform my response to these circumstances. When mom began to go the way that we all will someday go, I was thankful. The other day when they began telling us about dad's movement in that direction, I was thankful. I had prayed for mercy on mom's behalf. I also prayed the same prayer for mercy on dad's behalf. I believe. I know, not because I've seen or touched it, the best was yet to come for mom, and for dad. The basis? "We look not to the things that are seen but to the things that are unseen; for the things that are seen are transient, but the things that are unseen are eternal." (2 Corinthians 4:18) Here's the deal. I really believe that. Not just so I can feel better at the time of a loved one's passing, I really believe it. That's how I would answer the question about how I am holding up.

This doesn't mean I don't have my moments. One day I was working with our niece to try and get the internet functioning at our parent's house. I've done that many times working with mom and dad. When I looked for my notes on the computer, it was labeled mom and dad's phone issues. Don't know why, but, seeing it labeled that way caused me to stop and remember all those times of working with them on trying to get their computer or their network up and going. Sometimes I do look at the clock and think it's close to the time when I am supposed to call mom. Stuff like that. However, a tear here is nothing to compare with the truth in that first paragraph. God knows we grieve. He is aware. Our Savior knows. He cried real tears at the grave of Lazarus. (Gospel of John, Chapter 11) We do have our tears because we are human and we care, yet we do so within the context of our faith. "Now we do not want you to be uninformed, brothers and sisters, about those who are asleep, so that you will not grieve like the rest who have no hope." (1st Thessalonians 4:13)

I honestly had no intention of this becoming a sermon. When I would mess something up I would tell Paw Paw Mac it was not what I intended. He was always quick to ask very directly, "Then, just what did you intend?" I cannot even tell you how many times I used that very quotation when I ran the worldwide network and computing business for the big company. We would suffer this type or that type of meltdown and my folks would answer me just like I answered my grandfather. It was just too easy. I had to echo his response. It's probably in my genes. Speaking of that, my genes must be expanding because my jeans are becoming tighter. I just threw that in to change the tone. Just so you know, I bet it is that fancy washing machine. Maybe that grumbling sound he makes is his way of laughing about what he is doing to my jeans. Think on that one for a while. Lord willing, I'll see you next time and may God bless. Amen.   .....More later.