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………

Psalm 90:10: "The days of our years are threescore years and ten; and if by reason of strength they be fourscore years, yet is their strength labor and sorrow; for it is soon cut off, and we fly away."

Hello and welcome. Today. That, my friend, is the one we have before us. This one clocks in as Thursday, November 20, 2025, and, it's up to us all to make something good happen as we continue our journey here on the planet. I saw the posted informational image and it reminded me of the rare air I breathe based on statistical averages. There are approximately 1.27 million Americans who are 80 or older. Our estimated population is currently 340 million. Therefore, as I approach the 80 year mile marker, I will become 0.00373529411% of our nation's population. (If I calculated that accurately.)  I know it's perhaps a little late in the game to become focused on making a difference for good in my time here, and, I do know, just by reading the obituaries each day, how the clock is ticking. Yep. I also know all about how it is ticking for every individual regardless of age. I get it. However, when you cross certain thresholds, the potential for exit does increase. Still wondering about all of this, well, here are some other facts that help shape my thoughts on the matter. The death rate for the general US population is 750.5 deaths per 100,000. The death rate for those 80 and older here in our country is 14,285 deaths per 100,000. Those are averages which means some live longer, in fact, the 90 plus age group has been greatly increasing since 2010. The bottom line, it's time for me, you, and everyone who reads this to pay attention to the dash. That's right. On the grave marker there will be a birth date, a dash, and, a death date. That dash constitutes our journey here. Some say I am morbid because I seem to be fixated on stuff like this. Sorry, but it seems to help me consider things realistically and do my best, with God's help, to make that dash impactful to others, and, honoring to Him, as much as I can. Kick in the pants? Could be. It's mostly just because I saw  that informational image and it got all of this stirred up. And, as always, I write, you choose. If you don't like the subject, skip it, skip it, skip it in the bud, Barney.

 

Recognized outstanding Woodlands photographer Mindy Harmon in her booth at the Junior League Holiday Market back in 2016. I have always felt privileged to be her Santa for these many years. 

As I mentioned before, this upcoming Saturday we will be representing the Jolly Couple, Santa and Mrs. Claus, for the 16th year at the Marriot, Woodlands, during the annual Junior League Holiday Market, from 10 am to 2 pm. It's always a joy to see the kiddos there and to observe them changing from year to year. Times have changed. You've noticed that? Well, we are right, they have changed. Back when we started with the Junior League we had a huge program where children could do arts and crafts along with photos with Santa. Then it went to 1-1/2 days of Santa photos. Now it is 4 hours with Santa. I'm not complaining because the changes reflect how society has adapted to the use of technology. Portrait shots are no longer the only game in town. Many businesses offer free Santa photos that one can take with their own cellphone or camera. And, may I just add this. These reduced hours are not all bad for an aging Santa, (see that first paragraph), therefore, I look forward to being with those wonderful ladies of the Woodlands Junior League along with so many families who come each year for their photo with Santa and Mrs. Claus. If you prefer not to join in the Christmas fun, well, I give you some insight from an expert on the subject, Buddy the Elf, "you just might be a cotton-headed ninny muggin." Until next time, may the Good Lord take a liking to you and know this: He already has. How do I know? He sent His one and only Son into the world to die for the sins of everyone. He did. That includes you. Okay? I'm glad we got that cleared up. May God add His blessings. Amen.

"When the world isn't perfect, I'm just thankful we have each other." ~ copied

This was posted by one of my brothers in Red, however, I 100% embrace and approve his message.

It's getting closer. That's right. Thanksgiving Day will be here before you know it, or, maybe, since it is next week, we all will likely know it. Right? It is Wednesday, November 19, 2025, and, we are in the process of trying to get a headcount from our clan for Turkey Day. With the grands dispersed here and there, well, and with all the extracurricular activities going on, well, it is always a major challenge to find out how many will be able to join us for not only this day, but, on all special family gathering days. We've been there and done that with our parents, on both sides. What started out as huge gatherings began to dwindle as the years went by, and, I am not exaggerating, it ended up being just mom and dad for the actual day. In the past there may have been well over sixty, down to two. One of the things I feel good about is how the wife and I always traveled the day after to carry food and enjoy fellowship with mom and dad. I say all of that to say this: We cannot get down and out over something that is pretty much how it goes. This means our gathering will continue to become smaller and smaller, and, we know it will not be out of disrespect for us, but, it will have to do with logistics and conflicts in scheduling. Our eldest this year will be in San Antonio celebrating with their eldest and her family. Him and his crew being gone takes a chunk out of the number who will be here. Others have travel plans. And, so it goes. Our intention is to embrace these changes and continue to enjoy our time together whenever and wherever we can. That will take some doing but with God's help we will 'git er done'. Amen.

 

This is our photo from this year's set, up in Delight, Arkansas.

We've pretty much got our place ready. For Thanksgiving? Not exactly. We did have some stuff out for a few days that reflected on autumn and Thanksgiving, however, we are Christmas people, therefore, we have focused on getting on with our approach to Christmas here at the ole blogger ranch. The wife has worked really hard getting all the rooms decorated, and, as the little girl used to say in the commercial, "It's Shake 'n Bake, and I helped." Not too much, but, I did do some. We may not be completely finished but we are pretty close.

One of the songs we are singing in the Mims Baptist Christmas musical has this theme, "Christmas In the Air". That's more or less our concept for when someone comes into our home. Y'all wait as long as you can to put up decorations for Christmas because we all can choose what we decide to do. That's what Thanksgiving is all about. Our country. Our freedoms. And, being thankful to God for His provisions. Amen and Amen.

"Where we love is home - home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts." ~ Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr.

Hello and welcome. I am calling today's edition the early bird special because here in the ole blogger ranch home office it's not 6 a.m. yet. It is Tuesday, November 18, 2025, and, hopefully, I will put together something of value since the search engine in my noggin seems to be on strike today. You don't get it? Well, sadly, if you hang around long enough, you will. Trust me. I read a posting on Facebook where the fellow over in Louisiana was giving the details of him driving around his old home place identifying the various landmarks that were there when he was growing up. That's where the old playground used to be, and over there is where a patch of woods were located and we could go there when we wanted to get away. At the end of it he allowed how he felt blessed he could still remember all of those streets, stores, along with his recollection of the stories and why they were special to him. I've done that exact same thing before. Yes. You can go home again, but, everyone should be aware how it will have changed. The people who are there now have changed also. Think about it. We were born way back in the 1900's and I'm learning everyday that's not as common as it once was. Duh? That's not only how it works, it's how it should be. I've tried to make small talk with some of the folks who work in the stores back in my hometown and when I do they mostly grunt and occasionally they might nod their heads. I get the distinct feeling they would rather not hear anything about my back in the day experiences because they do have better things to do. I can always go visit my kinfolk out at Beckom Cemetery. I can pause at each marker and as our pastor likes to say, "And let'er rip, tater chip." And, they, always listen. Quietly, I might add. Stopping by Beckom, now that's an overload of memories right there. Some so sweet, some heartbreaking, and, some, downright challenging in trying to make sense of it all. But, one thing is certain. The names on those markers represent the people God put in my life. They were impactful. And, while tears may come, I always leave reminded of how blessed I was to grow up where I did. Yep. At the end of the day I can easily identify with Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz, "Oh, Auntie Em, there's no place like home!" 

 

During the photo shoot last Saturday, we had a moment of truth that occurred, perhaps, rather unexpected. Here's the publicity write up of how to recognize Mrs. Claus, "She is the legendary, kindly wife of Santa Claus, typically depicted as a warm, grandmotherly figure with white hair, glasses, and often a red dress, who manages the North Pole's operations, bakes cookies for the elves, cares for the reindeer, and helps with toy development, acting as the supportive but often unsung backbone of Christmas, embodying domesticity, organization, and love." While all of that rings true I might just point out there are, from time to time, exceptions. Our wonderful photographer shared with us this particular shot captured as Santa was telling a joke. Santa said he had sent Mrs. Claus the cartoon that showed the older lady blowing out the candles along with her elderly mate, with this caption, "I made my wish, but, you are still here." It was a joke. The image above tells its own story. I report. You decide. Y'all get out there and have a God blessed day. Go on. You hear? And, always remember, God is watching out for each of us. He is. He really is, and, I thank Him for His provision. Amen.

"Sometimes, if you begin to sing in a halfhearted mood, you can sing yourself up the ladder. Singing will often make the heart rise." ~ Charles Spurgeon

From last year at the studio in Delight. New photos coming soon.

Well, well, hello and welcome. We are back from a delightful trip to Delight. Arkansas, that is. Pun intended. Today is Monday, November 17, 2025, and, God is to be thanked for His provision as we traveled to there and back. We had a most wonderful time of the year experience taking photos with some beautiful families. Tiring? Always! Rewarding? You Betcha! I have some really great stories to share a little later on, however, I was once again reminded that we were right smack in the middle of Glen Campbell territory. Not only did we take photos with some of his relatives but I heard a story from our dear Pastor friend who is the husband of the professional photographer. He was telling how he buried Glen's brother some six months earlier. At the cemetery at the end of the graveside service, the ladies and girls of the Campbell clan gathered around and sang Amazing Grace, acapella, in perfect four part harmony. His description made me think about what the music will sound like in heaven. Sometimes, it seems we get a preview, like the chilling beauty of those ladies singing. The bottom line, The Campbells can sing, period. My wife's family were all singers, from the get go. My family: Not so much. Here's what our friend, Mr. Google Artificial Intelligence has to say about it: "Some families sing well and others don't due to a mix of genetics (vocal anatomy like vocal cord shape, skull structure) and environment (growing up in a musical home, consistent practice, early exposure, learned habits)". I'm not saying we didn't sing growing up because we did. Many of us loved to sing, but, for the most part it did not come naturally to us. But, I thought you have sung in the choir for over forty plus years. Right? I have. That's because of my commitment to the Word of God where I take as my inspiration that keeps me singing: "Make a joyful noise to the LORD, all the earth!" (Psalm 100: 1, as rendered in the English Standard Version, ESV.) The Hebrew word for joyful noise implies this: loud, enthusiastic shout, battle cry, or triumphant yell. I think I might have that one covered. Ha! 

 

On our way up through East Texas, I saw a number of signs that caught my attention. They were for a personal injury law firm and the signs had this message, "If it Matters, call Badders!" Badders is the name of a law firm and here are their principals, Jeff Badders, Heath Badders, Mari Badders, and, breaking the cycle, Matt Hancock. I have no idea about the lineage of the Badders family but it turned out ironically to make a pretty neat slogan, Matters and Badders. I suppose it would have well served the Texas Hammer Jim Adler to have changed his name to Hammer. Just an observation. 

 

Changing the scenery, we did actually get some genuine fall foliage in Arkansas. They must have had more rain in their area because the colors were beautiful. The color change in Texas appeared to be more drought related, but, that's my opinion and I am sure there are experts who know all about it. A good time was had by some and that most certainly included Santa and Mrs. Claus. Until next time, may God, lead, guide, and direct our way and yours too. Amen.

Here's one I copied, unattributed: "Dad, I am considering a career in organized crime." Dad's response, "Really? Government or the private sector?"

Good morning and welcome. Today is Thursday, November 12, 2025, and, what's new here? I'm just back from seeing the doctor at 8 a.m., an orthopedic, and I was there to get some drugs. Yep. I need them. I really do. It was just at a year since I was there to get Cortisone shots, one in each hip. That will help me as I continue the 2025 Santa Adventure. The shots are for bursitis. And, the one thing I am reminded of when I visit this particular doctor. You cannot change the age factor. Some of this stuff comes with being 79 plus. The shots help some, but, the rest of the story is to learn to live with it. That reminds me. The other day when I went to the kidney specialist, her first lieutenant, RN grade, did the screening before the doctor comes in. She asked me if I was hurting anywhere on that particular day. Here is what I told her, "Mam, I am headed towards 80, and I suppose it is not where I am hurting but perhaps where do I not hurt that should be the answer." It was a joke, but, I could tell she was a little taken aback. I told her as far as I knew there were no pains associated with anything the nephrologist would be concerned about. She looked relieved. What is it with these folks? Doctor jokes have been around forever. Oh well, I realized her most pressing deliverable was to get the information into her little tablet so it could be uploaded for the doctor. I gave her some arthritis, bursitis, asthma, and, other miscellaneous stuff to fill out her paperwork. Who said I didn't know how to cooperate? Maybe I should have told her a few dad jokes to start her day. "Doctor, doctor, I do believe I need glasses. The lady responded, 'I would agree, this is the bank.'" ~ What’s the difference between a general practitioner and a specialist? One treats what you have, the other thinks you have what he treats. ~ Podiatrist said I have Athlete’s foot. Laughing I said, I WISH! ~ One last one for today, You can hear the blood in your veins if you listen varicosely. I hear those groans. Okay. Forget about the drum rolls and the applause. Save it for another day.

 

Yours truly, early 1970's working for Sears, Memorial City. Who knew?

I know. I cannot help sounding like a broken record, and for the record, if the shoe fits buy one in every color. I do go a wee bit overboard talking about the people we are privileged to work with in our Santa program. Lord willing we will be working with some we've grown to love over the years, this Saturday. Where? You may need Google Maps to find it, Delight, Arkansas. The photographer is a most wonderful lady. She was a school teacher, she is a pastor's wife, a mom, a grandmother, and, she is a trained professional photographer. Her husband pastors a local Church there. We were able to be with them many years ago to help organize a local called out assembly in Mexico. This was before we ever thought anything about working together in making Christmas memories. The husband is also a former missions coordinator for a major Baptist association, and, also former president of that same group. She tells us they are booked solid there in the stomping grounds of the Rhinestone Cowboy himself, Glen Campbell. We usually get to make photos with some of his kinfolk. This will be our fourth year to do this venue. We stay in Hope, Arkansas, yes, home of another prominent individual, President Bill Clinton. Okay. I will not delve into politics, but, we have not felt the need to visit any of the places in and around Hope that relate to President Clinton. Maybe, it is just a lack of time. I report. You decide. We will be leaving early Friday morning and hope to be back in our place for the 5 p.m. Christmas musical practice at Mims Baptist on Sunday afternoon. If all goes according to plan I hope to be clicking and clacking again come next Monday. May God bless each one. Amen.

Clement Clarke Moore, American scholar and writer, from his famous 'A Visit from St. Nicholas' ~ “His eyes— how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!”

You will likely never see me in this type of pose.

Good morning and welcome. It's Wednesday, November 12, 2025, and, I bid each and everyone I hearty hello from my workstation here at the ole blogger ranch to wherever you happen to be and on whatever device you are using. I am what is now termed as a professional Christmas entertainer, that is, in my alter ego, the real Santa Claus. I looked over some of the newer jokes about Santa and I will only say this about that: Solomon was correct. There is nothing new under the sun. (Ecclesiastes 1:9) For instance, "An honest politician, a kind lawyer and Santa Claus were walking down the street and saw a $20 bill. Which one picked it up? Santa! The other two don't exist!" And, they get worse, "What does Santa like to have for breakfast? Mistle-toast!" And there's the one many like to repeat, "What did Mrs. Claus say to Santa as she looked up at the sky? 'Looks like rain, dear.'" I probably could come up with one on my own but I think one has to be in the mood for such stuff as that. People today love the goofy face photos. They often want to have this type of photo with yours truly. This Santa is not too much into making goofy faces for family photos, therefore, I've seen many where I am surrounded by funny faces while in the middle I stand, with a smile, hopefully from my heart. Yeah. Why not? Well, I am not on a couch, but being too serious has haunted me since my childhood. I do love a good laugh. I love to smile big for the picture takers. I can even muster a hearty 'ho-ho' when I deem it appropriate. And, thus far, during this sixteen year run I've been able to relish my time bringing as much joy as I can to children of all ages, for the most part, minus the goofy face. As to the 'too serious' tag I've heard so often in my life, well, I always tell people to walk through the world I walked through and they might just end up settling for my genuine smile and God bless and keep you attitude. 

 

I think they call people like me an introvert. I have been tested and whatever I have, it is terminal. Don't get too upset. It's that way for every human born. Unless we are raptured alive and taken out of this world, (1st Thessalonians 4:17), we all are destined to die. The only difference at that time will have to do with what we did with Jesus who, as God the very God, the Son, came, lived a perfect life, died on our behalf on The Cross, and rose again the third day, so that men, women, boys, and girls have the opportunity to put their trust in Him allowing them to live with Him forever and ever, Amen. The Philippian jailer asked a pertinent question, "Sirs, what must I do to be saved?” Paul and Silas replied, “Believe in the Lord Jesus, and you will be saved …" (Acts 16:30-31, NIV). Many today are incensed when they hear what awaits those who reject Jesus and the salvation He offers, as given from Jesus Himself, "And these will go away into eternal punishment, but the righteous into eternal life." - Matthew 25:46  Okay. Someone, somewhere needs to know the truth about what happens when they breathe their last breath. This is why The Gospel is called Good News. Believe, repent, receive, and Holy Spirit God will seal you for eternity. (Ephesians 1:13) This is not the paragraph I had in mind. It isn't. I had intended to delve into the world of the introvert, and, the Spirit did not get hold of my hand to force me to type in this message. (I know that from the number of mistakes I made. Ha!) But, it did come out like it did for God's own purpose. I believe that. What about you? Now. Y'all take care, you hear? And, don't forget to be thankful from the inside out. Show it by loving God and others. I might ought to do that myself. Right? May God help us all. Amen.

"Some people live an entire lifetime and wonder if they have ever made a difference in the world. A Veteran doesn't have that problem". ~ President Ronald Reagan

Good morning and welcome to another brain numbing session here at the ole blogger ranch. Today is brought to you by November 11, 2025, Veterans Day. I have not served in our nation's armed services, however, our family has a long tradition of those who have. Immediate family including grands and greats known as far back as the Civil War, many uncles, and, numerous cousins have worn the uniform and pledged their defense of our constitution. The photo above is of my dad, Cecil, my brother Donald, and, my stepfather, Jose. My dad was in combat in WWII, my brother did 20 years and was retired from the Marine Corp, and my stepfather served 20 years and retired from the US Army. (Those three have gone to their eternal reward.) The photo at the bottom is our grandson Brady who recently graduated from boot camp and became a US Navy Seaman. Brady has chosen to continue the legacy of military service. We pause to recognize ALL who have honorably worn the uniform in service to our nation. May God bless each one, the memory of those who have passed on to their reward, and to those who have worn the uniform and to those who continue in active duty today. Amen.

 

We are asked from time to time how people can have their photo made with Santa and Mrs. Claus. There are two local venues left in November and are open to the public. The first is the Junior League Holiday Market. We will be upstairs on the 2nd floor of the Woodlands Marriott Hotel, November 22, from 10 am until 2 pm. They will have a photographer there and I believe the fee is $25. This will be our 16th year to do this event and we have loved working with them and they have been so loving towards us. I believe they send the digital photos to your email address.

 

Please join us as we kickoff the Christmas Season with our Lighting of the Christmas Tree Ceremony! We will start at 4:30 PM just outside of the main entrance of the church. We will have many activities that include a petting zoo, train, crafts, fire pits and s'mores, and more! There is fun for the whole family. We cannot wait to see you!

The other opportunity is a favorite of ours. It's the annual tree lighting festivities at our local home called-out assembly, Mims Baptist Church, 1609 Porter Road, Conroe. It's on Sunday evening, November 30, beginning at 4:30 p.m. Santa and Mrs. Claus will be there on a decorated set so folks can take their own Christmas photo memories, free of charge. I will update our schedule for December but there will be many availabilities, so, as they say in the broadcast world, stay tuned. Thanks for all the positive feedback on my daily musings and more importantly, thanks to our Great God for His provisions. Amen? I hear you. Amen. 

"Memory is the scribe of the soul." — Aristotle

From 2022, literally out in the countryside in Louisiana.

Good morning to all those out there somewhere in the blogosphere domain. It is Monday, November 10, 2025, and, I know I am a wee bit early, but, I have a very early medical appointment, therefore, I thought I would drop a line or two. When that collage of photos popped up on Facebook as a memory it triggered my recollections of growing up in rural Louisiana. I love all the modern conveniences we have today, yet, I also have plenty of memories from a time when those things were not readily available. That little house in the photos is where chickens live. These folks had some of those Korean White Silkie Chickens, and, they were strange looking to say the least. 

They were extremely friendly, so much so the little kids could pick them up and pet them. We didn't have those when I was a kid. I can't remember ever petting any, but, I do remember eating a lot of chicken growing up. Granny Mac would buy some live chickens and she would take care of what's involved in preparing them to end up in the cast iron skillet. (I've written in a previous blog about the way it was done and I don't feel inclined to repeat it all, only to say this about that: Getting food on the table is something everyone needs to understand more about. The majority doesn't really have much insight into how things end up in the grocery store. In that Christmas photo collage above there is one taken of a little special needs boy who set himself apart with his overflowing love for Santa and Mrs. Claus. Every time I see his photo I am reminded of his unbounded caring heart and I am inclined to thank God for his example. Yep. You are right. It would be a good time to queue up the song 'He's still working on me' and I'll be the first in line to sing it. 

 

Oh yeah. The weather, the one we all talk about. Right? I used to say how nice it is anytime we have colder temps. While I've not given that up entirely, it's not the overriding happy happy moment it used to be. I'll give it to you straight. The all time freeze out champion as a teenager can no longer play in those reindeer games, if you get my drift. Brrr.... But, it is a nice change and I will do my best to enjoy it as much as I can. And, if that now involves fetching an electric warming blanket, well, so be it! I've graduated to enjoying the memories of when I loved the cold and now I can reminiscence by laying in the recliner covered up with a blanket and watching the electric fireplace and looking at snow falling on the big screen TV. Thomas Hardy, an English novelist and poet, (1840-1928), made this observation, "Time changes everything except something within us which is always surprised by change." I will tell you I've got that one covered because that something within us has been working overtime for me living in this aptly named Modern Era. I often think of Solomon's conclusion after having pursued just about every worldly experience possible, he said this: "Now all has been heard; here is the conclusion of the matter: "Fear God and keep his commandments, for this is the duty of all mankind." (Ecclesiastes 12:13) I reckon that admonition is enough to keep me busy, now, and for the rest of my days. What say you? I guess there's one good thing. I typically no longer need to be told to get my jacket. Y'all have a great day and remember to thank God for His provisions. Amen.

"The present moment is a gift. That's why we call it the present." - Unknown

This little guy came to see us over in Louisiana. And, I say it again: Is this a great country or what?

Last Sunday morning when our annual Christmas musical was being promoted our Associate Pastor for the Worship ministry asked how many people there already had their Christmas tree up. The wife and I were in the choir but we both had our hands up. I didn't count the number but I was told there were quite a few hands in the air. Our tree was up at the time but not decorated. It happened to be the one we have used for a number of years, but, alas, it has now found itself on the side of the road awaiting trash pickup. The pre-strung lights did not come on this year. That was frustrating to Mrs. Claus. Following that catastrophe, the limbs did not want to be shaped and nettles began falling like pennies from heaven. (dated reference, song recorded by Bing Crosby in 1936) I suggested we replace the lights, work on the limbs, and, give it one more year. That was the suggestion of the character referred to as Father Christmas over in the United Kingdom. The result? I'm glad you asked. There is now a new tree and the pre-strung lights came on just fine, therefore, tranquility has returned to our version of Claus world. I do hope that will be of encouragement to someone, Ho, Ho, Ho. But, how in the world are you faring on this another day provided to us by the Lord, this one happens to identify itself as Friday, November 7, 2025? I used to do a lot of the decorating, but, when people began noticing that when I walked I resembled Tim Conway doing the 'old man' skit on Carol Burnett, I was eased out of that part of the Christmas activity. I quickly add that Mrs. Claus does a most wonderful job. She does. She really does. I hope I read those words correctly from the note she gave me or that tranquility deal might be in the ditch again. You do know I'm just joking around. Right?

 

I also hope we can keep up with the Santa appearances we are adding to our schedule. We are supposed to be slowing down, but, it's hard to say no to the people we work with. Speaking of our local assembly's Christmas musical, we had a lady pass out in the choir loft during a special choir practice last Sunday afternoon. Thank God she is okay now, but, it caused quite a stir, not to mention the disruption to our practice time. Her blood pressure had dropped precipitously and that brought on the scary situation. The truth is, it could happen to anyone, and, even more so to those of us who have medical challenges along with birthdays that began in the 1940's. I don't know why, but, I do have concern from time to time that I might fall over in the Santa chair. Not from dozing off, hopefully the Monster energy drink will help keep that from happening, but, my blood sugar might go all crazy on me, or, I might just take a tumble. That wouldn't be good. You knew that? Me too. The moms would be busy telling the kids this is what happens when you don't go to bed when I tell you. At any rate, it does cross my mind, but, so far .... so far. I started to say 'so good' but I do not want to be presumptuous. What's that? Yes. You in the back. "I should take better care of myself and perhaps be in better shape?" Whoa! Okay. Those are good comments and I will be sure to write them beside your name on the Naughty List. Ho, Ho, Ho. Enjoy today, Saturday, and, then, on Sunday, the first day of the week, here's my recommendation: Get yourself and your family to a God honoring, Bible teaching local assembly aka a Church. If you are in the Conroe, Texas area, come to Mims Baptist. You will be blessed. Until next time, may He watch over us all. Amen.

"Old age is like everything else. To make a success of it, you've got to start young." – Theodore Roosevelt

Hello and welcome to today's edition. I, along with Lil Miss Biscuit, (currently laying in my lap), bring you greetings on this Thursday, November 6, 2025. I'm up early studying for my blood work which I hope to get done as quickly as possible when the lab opens at 8 a.m. I am scheduled to see the kidney specialist early on Monday, therefore, she wants some lab work done before our visit. All of this comes under the heading of: It's always something, if it's not this, it's that, and, or maybe something else. Later this morning we have old people's choir practice. We are preparing our Christmas music to serenade folks in elderly care homes, hospitals, and other venues to be announced. We have a lot of fun singing together and enjoying fellowship. That fellowship word is very important, especially in the Biblical context. The Greek word Koinonia goes beyond casual socializing and implies a profound sense of community and shared purpose. It can be translated as partnership, community, communion, or joint participation. One of our old pastors many years ago described it as two fellows in the same ship, hence, fellowship. Duh. Too early for a dad joke? They seem to be popular on social media even if they do typically bring a grimace and a groan. Profound. Fellowship. That was the theme of our Lord's prayer as recorded in the Gospel of John, chapter 17. That we who are Christ followers would be one in the same way that He and the Father are one. Jesus had already given them what he called a new commandment that they would so love each other it would demonstrate how He loved them. That would be the testimony of true discipleship, our love for one another. (John 13) But, we all know some people who are a brother or sister in Christ, yet, they are really hard to love. Really. They are. They really are. I suppose that would be our project, our challenge to love them the way Christ loves us. Okay. Now I am feeling convicted, therefore, I think I will let us all think on these things for a while. Whew! A number of folks popped into my mind. What about you?

 

I do pray you and yours will have a productive day. That doesn't mean you have to be running here and there. A productive day could mean a quiet day, a prayerful day, a day given over to meditation on the Word of God and in communication with Him. That, my friend, constitutes a hugely more productive day than what I often find myself engaged in. Never confuse busyness with progress. Wow! I'm spewing out a lot of wise commentary today. How do I know? Because much of what I am talking about squares with God's revelation to us from His Holy Word. It just goes to show us all that you can never do better than following God's Word, period. With that period I close today's visit with a prayer for us all as we continue our journey here on the planet. Together. Including the challenges and struggles with encounter. Together. Until next time, may God help us all and may He add His blessings. Amen.