We are blessed to have three sons and their families along with their families' families, and, today we celebrate the 58th birthday of our second born, Jimmy!

Good morning. Today is Thursday, April 30, 2026, and I bid each one a warm welcome and a hearty hello. Today we mark another important event in our family. It's our Jimmy's 58th birthday and we thank God for him and pray God's blessing on his life. Jimmy does not have a normal life. He lives with us due to being disabled in his continuing long term battle with mental challenges. We are thankful he has professional support from different specialties and with the drug therapies available he can make the best of a his very difficult situation. Some days are better than others. And, there are times when Jimmy can string together a week or two without a significant flare up. These times where he can be at peace are considered to be a blessing and an answer to prayer. Happy Birthday son, and may God provide as you continue your journey here on the planet. Amen, and, our love, mom and dad.

 

I know how inquiring minds are typically always wondering just how in the world is Lil Miss Biscuit getting along. Well, first of all, she is currently napping behind me as I sit on the edge of my typing chair. That's her happy place while I click and clack on the ole keyboard. Never mind how the edge of this chair basically has very little padding. Never mind. Jimmy and I were talking about who she thinks she is. Don't send me information about whether a dog has any self awareness because that's not the point. We were talking about just how spoiled she is. Truth is she is over the top too much spoiled. And, that, my friend, is a fact. I can go as far as seeing how she knows she is a part of our family and she really has a hard time when others come in and they don't understand that she is just that, a part of the family. If they come in and are affectionate towards us, the wife and myself, she is very hurt if they do not show the same affection towards her. She knows how to pout. I try not to intervene too much on her behalf because people get the idea I might be a wee bit weird. Let me correct that. They mostly already believe that, so, I am guarding against the next level, being a wacko. Okay. I think that's enough for today. I do need to find a place and practice my waiter skills. I will be serving at our local assembly's Ladies Banquet this evening. No. I will not be hoisting any of those trays over my head. In fact, I hope to commandeer one of those carts with wheels to carry food to my table. It should be fun and it will give me a chance to work on my impersonation of Tim Conway playing the old man waiter. Unfortunately, I will not have to work on looking like him in a skit because I now already look the part. Ha! May God bless each one. Amen.

"Standing in the Need of Prayer" (often titled "It's Me, O Lord") is a traditional African American spiritual originating from the era of slavery, emphasizing personal accountability and reliance on God. First published in 1918, it features a call-and-response structure designed to foster community while acknowledging individual, humble need for prayer. " ~ reference copied off Google

Hello and welcome to today's share-fest, this edition brought to you by the Blogmeister himself, on this Wednesday, April 29, 2026. I had my six month pulmonary check-up yesterday. I will, Lord providing, have a great grand in the next few years who will be the age of the young lady who took my vitals. Yes. That child-nurse was born in the 2000's. The pulmonologist who works with me is an interesting fellow. He brings a very positive outlook to our visits and has been consistent in his approach for the past few years. He is a sort of cheerleader for me as I continue my journey here on the planet. I appreciate that about him. In fact, several of the doctors I work with tend to always be very encouraging. I find that refreshing. What's that? It's their job. Right? Sure. It is, but, what I have observed is their intentionality. It is part of the treatment approach and to be quite frank I've seen the difference in those who do the medicine part but they are not that encouraging. What's that you said? Maybe I am paying them to make me feel better? You betcha! That includes little things. When I was leaving I told him I would be, Lord willing, 80 years old next time I see him in October. He said this, "I don't consider you to be old, not at all." I didn't do the teaberry shuffle on my way out the door but I could have. (Back in the 1960's, Teaberry Gum had Herb Albert and the Tijuana Brass in their commercials which produced the famous teaberry shuffle.) Yes. They still make teaberry gum and I knew you would want to know what that was all about. You didn't? Okay. Well, you learned something anyway whether you wanted to or not. Ha!

 

I used the potter image above yesterday as part of the messaging and delivery confirmation in response to my readers. While I am almost positive our Lord when He was walking here on this earth most likely did not look like the person depicted in the above image, however, Jesus was then and is now in the business of repairing cracked pots. When I saw the cracks in that pot I immediately thought of so many who need His skillful repairing. While that is true, that was actually not close to my first thought. I thought mostly about me. I often think about how I can relate to the father of the boy who suffered from being possessed and there did not appear to be anyone who could help the child. The dad was desperate for help. Here's how it played out, from the Gospel of Mark, Chapter 9, Verses 20-24 "So they brought the boy. But when the evil spirit saw Jesus, it threw the child into a violent convulsion, and he fell to the ground, writhing and foaming at the mouth. 'How long has this been happening?' Jesus asked the boy’s father. He replied, 'Since he was a little boy. The spirit often throws him into the fire or into water, trying to kill him. Have mercy on us and help us, if you can.' 'What do you mean, ‘If I can’? Jesus asked. 'Anything is possible if a person believes.' The father instantly cried out, 'I do believe, but help me overcome my unbelief!'" (New Living Translation) Yes. Jesus did go on to heal that child and there was great rejoicing. I know many who would never ever want to think about themselves as being a cracked pot, but, you can know that I am not one of those because I'm still in need of getting repair work done. Be sure, you are welcome to pray for me. Why? the old song says it all, "It's me, it's me, it's me oh Lord, standing in the need of prayer." Every time I read that passage or hear it taught or preached, I don't know exactly why but I do identify with that distraught dad who communicated this thought, "Lord I do believe but I need You to help me with my unbelief." (My characterization.) Have a great rest of the day and may God help us all. Amen.

"I do the very best I know, the very best I can, and I mean to keep on doing so until the end." — Abraham Lincoln

Tuesday is here, this one happens to land at our front door as April 28, 2026. I heard a young preacher friend we've known since he was a teen say this in one of his clips from his just past Sunday sermon: "We are living in a microwave culture where we want everything now." It reminded me of this observation: I've actually witnessed someone standing in front of a microwave rooting for it to hurry up. I have. I really have. Not everything can be provided to us in an instant form. We've been talking a lot about Moses in our Lifegroup since we've been highlighting our way through Numbers and Deuteronomy. He was in Egypt for his first 40 years, he was tending Jethro's sheep for the next 40 years, and, he was then ready to become the chosen of God to rescue His chosen people from Egypt and that's where he spent his last 40 years. Moses didn't become God's leader overnight. He learned things in Egypt, (Acts 7), he studied in the outback seminary and at the end of his time there he came in contact with Jehovah God at the burning bush, (Exodus 3), and then we track his last 40 years of becoming the Servant of God as he was not only used to rescue God's people but he became close to The Creator. (He was the writer of Genesis, Exodus, Leviticus, Numbers, and Deuteronomy). This should give us all encouragement because it shows how God works with His people, as individuals, to shape them into vessels suited to serve Him. (Jeremiah 18) A song I try to remember written by Joel Hemphill, born in California but from age 5 on he has been a proud resident of Louisiana, and, this little song encapsulates my understanding of how God is still at work in my life. The chorus: 

 

 He's Still Working on Me

 

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

You can find it sung by many different folks out on YouTube. But, isn't that a children's song? Maybe, but, it speaks to me. What say you?

 

I many times feel like the Lord has to start over with me. But, that may not be the case with you and if it isn't, great! I tried to digest all the sad news swirling around us these days, and, one thing that came to my mind is this: We are living in some very 'hateful' times. If you are on one side you will quickly stand up and say, I couldn't agree more. But wait just a cotton picking minute. I hear something from the other side and they are also agreeing how that is the truth. See what I mean? There's enough hate to go around. From all sides. Okay. Let me say something really profound: This hate filled environment to the extent it permeates our culture, well, this is not good. It's not. Sadly, there are those in our population who are set off by all the hate to the extent they act out and this is what we saw in another attempted assassination of the President last Saturday evening. The rhetoric folks is way out of hand, and, the ability to deliver it in sub-second transmission piles up the hate in every platform possible. What can we do about it? Too many who profess Jesus as Savior and tend to be conservative in their politics use excuses for their mean spirited and hateful dialogue. As believers we are called to a higher standard. Those who are lost can only lean on their conscience to guide them, but, we who know the Lord can lean on His abiding presence in our life. Follow Jesus and His example. He didn't look the other way when sin was involved but He never quit loving because that's why He came. Something I need to think about, and, perhaps you do too. Amen.

Still trying to do what Paw Paw Mac advised, "Son, use your noggin for something other than a hat rack."

Yeah. It's me. Again. Good morning and welcome to our fireside chat on this Monday, April 27, 2026. I am aware that 'fireside chat' is a dated reference. If you don't know where it came from, well, look it up, it does us all good to flex our brain cells every now and then. The experts report how we lose approximately 5% of our brain cells per year, after age 40. That was nearly 40 years ago for me, but, not to worry since God created us with somewhere around 100 billion neurons, therefore, I am not quite yet seeing the low fuel light. I think we all know the critical issue is how we use what God has given to us, whether our enabling is large or small, that we recognize Him and put our faith in Him. Not to do so puts us into that harshly sad reality, New King James Version Psalm 14: 1 "To the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David. The fool has said in his heart, 'There is no God.' They are corrupt, They have done abominable works, There is none who does good." I'll let us all spend time considering the revelation of truth in that passage. Okay? Good. See how quickly I almost became preachy? But, with good reason. That being the audience. No. Not those who receive my blog, although, they qualify, but, the number one recipient in my household, is none other than what I often refer to as the unholy trinity: Me, myself, and I. I would never want anyone to think I am targeting others while excluding myself when I share the Creator's view on the issues that we all have to deal with. I have years worth of catalogued failures to prove how weebly wobbly one can be. Yes. Even a born again believer can get himself or herself caught up in things that, at the end of the day, are just flat out wrong, period. Need some examples, read your Bible. There are plenty. The good news? God will never quit on us even when we quit on ourselves. He won't. He really won't. Amen. 

 

When I picked the wife up from our Church facility last Thursday afternoon, several came by to say what a joy it had been for her to be there with them. One young lady said she so enjoyed working with her those two weeks but she felt bummed that it came to an end. All that overload of sweet talk is almost sickening, don't you think? She is a people person and she does have the gift of serving where she can show mercy, love, and encouragement to others. Not so much towards me but mostly towards others. Ha! I've said this so many times and I am unanimous in my opinion based on observation, she may be one of the only people I've ever seen that can be a best friend to a number of individuals, all at the same time. Like I say, that's not me, but, I am thankful she is able to exercise that which God has given to her. And, at the end of it all, whatever we have in terms of ability or in the actual God-given gift we possess, it all is from Him and He deserves the honor and glory for it. He does. He really does. Too preachy? Likely. I did work on the photo above. It was an old black and white from when she was a wee little girl. It was taken at her Grandma Rawles' home and they always felt that place to be special. I know what she means. Granny and Paw Paw Mac's place is an embedded part of my upbringing, and, I have so many special memories connected to it. Here's just one. I've told it before, but, it popped up, so, hear it again. Thanks. When I was a high school senior I only had to go a half day. On some of those days I would stop by Granny Mac's and when I came through that back door a wonderful smell from the stove hit me square in the face. She had prepared a special lunch just for me. When she put it on the table, she said a prayer and she could pray the house down, and, then, she sat there and watched me enjoy the fruit of her labors. What sweet memories. I do hope you have some too. If not, you'll have plenty when you get to the Big House where we will all be together in the presence of our Lord forever and ever. Amen.

"When life feels chaotic, trust in God's plan." ~ copied

Hello and welcome. Today is Friday, April 24, 2026, and, I will do my best to be less long winded today. I will also attempt not to be too 'preachy' in my visit today. Those two recommendations were filed alongside a few more as I heard my blog being read aloud, traveling down the freeway. These recommendations came not from an anonymous source but from my editor and proofreader in chief, none other than the wife of my youth. Therefore, I will do my best to keep my blog out of the ditches and on the road today. It's not always easy to do that, but, I will try. For me, my blog can be like that song from Frozen, 'let it flow, let it flow, let it flow'. That's what happens when my fingers get to walking on the keyboard. Speaking of fingers walking. I can hold my own on the typing keyboard, but, I will tell you watching those kids fly on their phones, they are in a league of their own. I struggle on the phone keypad because I suppose I still attempt to see it like a keyboard. Those kids, individually, have their own approach using even their thumbs to make their hand a blur as they interact on their phone. The experts say kids are catching up on typing speeds with an estimated ability to key in 40 words per minute. Not me! I can still do somewhere around 60-70 on the typing keyboard and maybe 10 on my phone. Stay tuned because I will find a good reason to blame that on. Isn't that the American way? How about a lack of dexterity? Or, maybe carpal tunnel? Arthritis? And, the list could go on and on. Truth is, they are motivated and they have the skills to execute that motivation. I will continue to be thankful for the world where "The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog." still rules the world. Ha!

 

Our rush hour commute has ended and the wife is now back home where she can quietly fuss and fume about her not yet being able to drive. It was an interesting two weeks. I will say this about it, if you are involved in any type of roadway work, the theme could be: Construction, construction, construction! Here are some more peeves to add to the list. A major intersection has now been rearranged for the past several weeks and it is down to two lanes and it is dangerous because of the huge number of vehicles that utilize those associated roadways. The cones are in place, the signs are in place, but, one thing is missing. Any sign of worker life, period. Long lines of vehicles from all directions but work has yet to be started. Maybe they wanted us to get ready for the pain first. How considerate! And, one of my showstoppers that I have talked about before. Coming off a major freeway with an exit to a flyover that flys into a traffic signal. Guess what? The traffic backs up for a mile and that means people trying to gain access to the freeway have to get through those waiting for the flyover and it does cause me to groan nearly every time I use it, it does, it really does. Okay. I will quit for today especially in view of the recent recommendations that came to my attention. Yikes. Y'all, and, that includes everyone, don't forget to have a great Saturday and Lord's Day Sunday, and, always remember the Lord and give Him the glory. He deserves it. Just do it! Amen.

Ephesians 5:25 from the Amplified Bible ~ "Husbands, love your wives [seek the highest good for her and surround her with a caring, unselfish love], just as Christ also loved the church and gave Himself up for her,...."

Today is Thursday, April 23, 2026. As you can see it is a very, very important day for our family. Happy Birthday Sweetheart and know that next to my personal salvation, you're still the greatest blessing in my life and in the lives of so many others. You are. You really are!

Y'all have a great rest of today and may God add His blessings to us all. Amen.

"The Bible is considered the inspired, authoritative Word of God, while commentaries are fallible human interpretations designed to help explain the text's context, history, and meaning. Commentaries provide valuable scholarly insight, background information, and deeper analysis of difficult passages, whereas the Bible itself is primary source material, best understood first through personal study." ~ copied

Two of the three bookcases in my home office, I can remember back in the day how often I referred to many of these reference sources, And, I still do, however, I find it quicker using the computer or my even my phone to locate what I am looking for. I would apologize for it not looking pristine, but, truth is, that's how I roll. A wee bit disheveled, and, a whole lot discombobulated, but, God loves me anyway. Amen.

Good morning. I know some who read yesterday's missive are likely still scratching their heads. Me too! Today is Wednesday, April 22, 2026, and, I do appreciate y'all for keeping up with my random thinking machine that often operates on overtime. When I said the only God inspired commentary on the Bible is the Bible itself I meant it. At the same time, I will be very clear on the fact that I do consult many commentaries written over the centuries that attempt to clarify the context, the language used, and, yes, often the opinion of what it means from the writer's perspective. I do not rule out the benefit from the studying of these writings. However, and I say this from experience, never think that any written commentary by a human author can usurp the Holy Spirit breathed out Word of God, our Bible. I do have many of these in book form but I will confess how easy it is to seek out great works available online. Whether it be the dozens of translations of the biblical text or the comments of some recognized Christian giants, they can be accessed and read, and, for me, I can get them much quicker than finding it in the pages of a book. Some folks prefer the books. That's fine with me. As for the bookcase photo, I can hear my sweet wife giving me her thoughts: I can't believe you showed that. Can't you see that spider web up in the left hand corner? The whole thing needs to be dusted and straightened. My response: Thanks for your input and have a nice day. Someone look at her and see if she is smiling. I hope she is. Joking only. I've actually had guys tell me they would never, ever, say anything like I do where the wife would be involved in the story. Really? My wife is used to it, and, I think we will be okay, maybe in a week or two. Ha!

 

Have you ever thought about how your thoughts, and even your dreams and aspirations change over time? I've been blessed to have been a lot of places during my sojourn here, but, travel, in general, is no longer on my bucket list. To begin with I never had a bucket list, but, if I had had one, this activity would no longer be on it. My current status just doesn't fit into that particular thing that at one time I was very much pursuing. Today I look forward to paying out my participation amount for my drugs so that we don't continue to dole out hundreds each month to keep us wired together and able to get up and go. When I was a kid I loved to go swimming. I did. I really did. As a teenager I spent many entire days at the swimming hole. Okay. I tried to think about the last time I went swimming and it was so far back I couldn't even garner a guess. Time. It changes our perspectives, our priorities, and our practicalities. This doesn't mean I don't have things to do or things that occupy my attention. But, it's not the same. Don't write me and tell me about the 90 something year old fellow who climbed the mountain or the 100 year old lady who swam across the lake. I applaud these types of achievements. I do. I really do. I'm just giving you some insight into how things have changed for me. I am not sad about these changes. Not at all. And, lest anyone think because I spend a lot of time in Bible study that it makes me somehow more of a Christian than the other fellow, don't even go there. There's only one way to be a Christian and many of those who know a lot about the Bible but have never responded in true belief to the Gospel message, well, bible study or not, they will not be in heaven. I do think often about the verse some preachers say is one of the scariest in the Bible. It's where Jesus is talking about those who proclaim but do not possess salvation. Matthew 7:22-23 from the New International Version NIV, "Many will say to me on that day, ‘Lord, Lord, did we not prophesy in your name and in your name drive out demons and in your name perform many miracles?’ Then I will tell them plainly, ‘I never knew you. Away from me, you evildoers!’" Childlike faith folks. That's what the true pursuit in life is all about, bucket list or not. Okay. Enough rambling. Let's all pray one for the other. Why? We need it folks, we do, we really do. Amen.

The Limit of Human Knowledge: Deuteronomy 29:29 states that "The secret things belong to the Lord our God, but the things that are revealed belong to us". This highlights that some things are beyond human understanding, allowing individuals to relinquish the burden of knowing "why". ~ copied

I opened up the present and out came today, Tuesday, April 21, 2026. I called it a present because it is given to us by the Lord and we have the opportunity to make something of it. We do. We really do. Myself and another fellow were recently discussing how God had chosen to reveal Himself from the very beginning. He revealed Himself to Adam and Eve and He chose to have fellowship with them. Later, when Adam and Eve had another son named Seth, the Bible says "Then men began to call on the name of Yahweh." (Genesis 4:26 from the Legacy Standard Bible, LSB) Enoch comes along. His story, what little we know of it is nothing short of mind boggling. We read that at age 365, Enoch walked with God; and he was not, for God took him. (Genesis 5:25, LSB) Just like that. He was here and then he was gone. Bam! Later, we read from the only God inspired commentary on the Bible, that being the Bible itself, as found in Hebrews 11:5 from the LSB, "By faith Enoch was taken up so that he would not see death; and he was not found because God took him up; for prior to being taken up, he was approved as being pleasing to God." Now that is something my friend. Go now and read the entire Book of Job. All of these accounts are prior to Abraham, therefore, in reading the Book of Job I am taken aback at how much the individuals we find in this great book knew about God. Oh yeah. They were wrong about a lot of things, but, man oh man, their knowledge and understanding just floors me. God's design from the get go was to have an interactive, intimate relationship with the crowning achievement of His creation, the human family. That was His design. I wrestled with the 'they are without excuse' from Romans Chapter 1 for an entire week. But I get it. God  purposely designed His creation in a way that reveals Himself to His created human family. I don't understand it but isn't it amazing how we see those even before Moses, the Law and subsequent commandments,  how they were connected via the knowledge they had of The Creator? My point? I'm not sure I have one, but, I will say this: His design then and His design now continues as He seeks out those who respond to the message of truth about Himself, those who diligently seek Him. (Hebrews 11:6 LSB, "And without faith it is impossible to please Him, for he who draws near to God must believe that He is and that He is a rewarder of those who seek Him." My advice for me, myself, and I, along with all who happen to read today's episode is to put your faith in Him, believe in Him, draw near to Him, and continuously seek Him. Just so you know, I have a ways to go but He's still working on me! Amen.

 

I get into these subjects and they tend to weigh on my mind and that 'without excuse' was one of those truths that had me going for a good long while. That took hold of me when I was thinking about the billions who have lived on the planet since Creation. The evolutionists put it at nearly 120 billion people given their age projection of the earth being millions of years old. The young earth creationists, (6,000 years ), project that number to be around 30 billion people who have lived since the origination of our created planet. I favor the young earth approach, however, my point had to do with the number of people who have lived and the fact that so many likely did not respond to God's revelation of Himself, therefore, the heartache of just how many would be in that category, lost and without excuse. Now you know. That's what was occupying a lot of my time for a number of days. My summation is this: When you need to find peace on this kind of concern, start with, stay with, and end up with, God's Word. That's where the answer can be found to all of life's questions. Okay. What's that? Do I now understand it all? Not on your life, Bubba! I heard both the late Dr. J. Vernon Magee, and the late Dr. Charles Stanley express a similar situation they experienced. Many people often asked them what about the native in deepest darkest Africa who has never heard the Gospel. What will happen to them? Both of these men of God answered how God will deal with them consistent with His Person and He can be trusted. At the same time, they both put this forth to those asking the question, "Obviously, you are not in that situation of having never heard the Gospel, so, what are doing about it, in your own life?" Don't you just love these 'where the rubber meets the road' explanations? If it gives us all something to think and pray about, well, I consider that to be a worthwhile effort, for me, and yes, for you too. Amen.

Children's Song: "Rise and shine and give God the glory, glory, children of the Lord."

Welcome back and thanks for tuning in to today's episode, and, we are off and running, on this Monday, April 20, 2026.  I write these blogs in a way that reflects storytelling, maybe not great stories, but, that is my approach. Much of what I write about reflects tongue in cheek for both interest and comedic effect. Here's an overview on this style of putting together material: ~ "Tongue in cheek" is an idiom describing a humorous, ironic, or sarcastic statement delivered with feigned seriousness. Originating in the 18th century as a physical gesture of contempt or irony, it was in use by 1842 to describe mocking, non-serious, or witty remarks. It is commonly used to mean something is not meant to be taken literally. ~ (from Google) At the same time, I do so much appreciate those who care enough to want to help me even when I don't need help, per se, although, I can always use all the help I can get. Are you confused yet? I can't speak for you but I do know that I am. I hate when I confuse myself, and, it's happening more and more as I countdown my time here on the planet. I have people tell me nearly every Sunday they enjoy watching me sing in the choir. They do. They really do. I worry sometimes that I might be a distraction in whatever it is that causes them to watch me and I do hope the message of the lyrics set to music is what is being communicated. I will say this about my singing. I do my best. I am not saying I necessarily do my best in preparing or even in practicing, however, when we are gathered together and we are presenting truth in song, I give myself over to doing my best. And, I will also say that I am often moved by the message of what we are singing. The other thing that may attract attention is how for many of these folks I am them. They are older. I am older. They are not able to be up in the choir but they enjoy seeing someone wearing the while hair and beard up there doing their best. Again, I appreciate their support and I do hope I am an encouragement to others so they too can be moved by the truths being shared. Don't get me wrong, everybody, even Lil Miss Biscuit likes a pat on the back, but, for those of us serving the Lord we should always give Him the glory. Why? He deserves it! (Psalm 115:1 "Not to us, LORD, not to us but to your name be the glory, because of your love and faithfulness." New International Version, NIV)

 

Since last Friday, I thought of  some really good things in mind to share. I did. I really did. Maybe some of them will show up as we continue this week's tip toe through the word salads I put together each day. Why can't I come up with them since they were in my mind earlier? Aha! And, alas, for good measure, now you get a glimpse into how the memory functions for those in my age group. I hear you. When you think of something you want to remember, write it down on a note pad. That is such good advice, so much so, I've actually given it to others in my trying to help them not to be so frustrated about some age related forgetfulness. It's another example of how I should take my own advice. And, I can hear my mom's voice. Loud and clear. I can. I really can. "Well, thank you Dr. Abbott!" I promise to try and remember to remember to jot down things I want to recall later. The wife and I sang a duet one Sunday at our local Church gathering. It was a difficult song because of the way the lyrics were structured along with an off beat approach. A lady in our congregation later told the wife she appreciated our singing, however, that particular song did not reflect our best effort. And, we knew that it didn't, and, I can be certain it was because of me, not the wife of my youth. No one will ever understand how someone, the wife, who can sing it right can keep up with someone like me who pretty much makes it up as I go. The lady said it did not reflect our best effort and to be honest, again, while we knew it, it still stung a little to hear it said. That's how I feel about some of my blogs that come off the top of my noggin, how they do not always reflect my best effort. But, that doesn't keep me from slinging words onto the electronic page, so, stay tuned, if the Lord allows, I will continue to sling. I will. I really will. Maybe I will be a better slinger than I am a good singer. Ha! Have a great rest of the day Monday and may God be with us all. Amen.

"It's not that we are so old, it's that we're way past our warranty." ~ copied

We made it to Friday, April 17, 2026, and, I am here at the ole keyboard clicking and clacking out today's episode. I do bid each one a hearty hello and warm welcome. While I was waiting for the wife of my youth to finish her appointment with the gastro doctor, a young couple with maybe three year old twin girls came up to check in and I heard the dad give his information including his birthday which he mentioned was the year 2000. Really? Yes, friends, I am aware there are people born since 2000, but, it kind of hit me in the gut because it reminded me that 1946 was, literally, a long time ago. The statistics show that well over 100 million babies have been born in the United States since 2000. Is it any wonder that we who are in our age group are the new minority. Duh! That's how it works, dummy. In my age group and older there are slightly less than 15 million remaining. That's one way of saying it. We are at this stage in life.... remaining. Back in the day, in a galaxy far far away, when I ran a large computing and networking organization consisting of over 150 people, I used to tell the managers that reported to me how I had no desire to burn out, but, I preferred burning up in my commitment to getting the job done. That was way back in the early 1990's, and, knowing what I know now, maybe I would have been a little more moderate in my exclamations. I did quite a lot of exclaiming back in those days, but, we live and we learn, and, one day we wake up as those 'remaining', therefore, I conclude that God still has a reason to keep me around, at least, for now. If for nothing else, I can continue my clicking and clacking. That fellow checking in gave me the opportunity to remind myself that I certainly have socks older than him. I do, or, at least I think I do, but, they may have found themselves victims of the clean sweep program instituted by you know who. But, I'm not going to mention any names, but, believe me, you do know what I mean, right Vern?

 

It has been a busy week for me. I've been in the chauffeur training program and it has been challenging, especially with my trainer giving me a boatload of instruction. I can now add this experience to my resume, not that I graduated but the experience itself has been very meaningful. All of those people out there on the highways and byways giving me so much attention, so much recognition, they were waving at me, honking their horns, and some were even jerking to get out of my way. What respect! And, they looked so passionate as they commended my driving. Okay. Maybe they were not quite that receptive and perhaps the lip reading I did was aimed at someone else. Give me a break. "Get off the road!" Surely, that wasn't for me. Or, was it? You do know I am mostly joking around about getting back out during rush hour, don't you? Mostly. We do thank God for His provision each day. His goodness to someone like me is nothing short of amazing. Yeah. I know. That's what they call it: Amazing Grace. I, for one, am thankful that His grace that was and continues to be daily extended to me. It is. It really is. What say you? I can say with some experience that the traffic on Sunday mornings heading north on I-45 is very light indeed. Therefore, come check out a gathering of people where God is honored and His Word is shared, at Mims Baptist, 1609 Porter Rd., Conroe, TX 77301. We have two worship/preaching services, one at 9 a.m., the other at 10:40 a.m. We also have life groups often called Bible study groups or Sunday school for all ages. Come check us out and I promise you will be in the presence of God, and, you, me, all of us need to experience His presence. Right? I thought you would agree. See you next week and may God bless us all. Amen.

"Drive like your life depends on it." ~ copied

Yeah. It's only gotten worse folks, it has, it really has. Now you know how I feel about it. You do. You really do. It is Thursday, April 16, 2026, and, since the wife is currently on hiatus from driving and since she is covering for staff from our local Church who are tracking the steps of the Apostle Paul in Greece where our pastor is preaching at each of Paul's stops, (Over 80 folks over there), well, that leaves me to be the designated driver which means I've been fighting, literally, the traffic from The Woodlands to Conroe via I-45, around 16 miles, to get her there before 8:30 a.m. and fetch her by 4:30 p.m., well, it's a battle royal if you ask me. You didn't? But, I told you anyway. This week thus far there has been two major accidents on my return back. Sure. I used to travel the highways and byways for 50 plus years but it was a zoo back then and now it has turned into a calamitous chaos. It has. It really has. Maybe it's because of my age? Could be, but, I will tell you I am getting sick and tired of waking up from a bad dream where orange cones are attacking me. I know. I could have given an exaggeration alert, but, believe me, it has been taxing. Speaking of that, have you ever looked at the many pages of your 1040 submission so many times, you just got sick and tired doing it, so, you hit the button and sent it in? (Mine is 19 pages this year.) I have some very recent experience doing just that. By the way, for the first time since the early days of our federal tax filings, we eked out a small refund this year. That's very scary. I talked to my tax advisor and he said many of the tax changes were put in to help older people. He can vouch for me. I am one of those. He happens to be our eldest son, Chris, and we typically talk everyday from the time he leaves his office in Pearland until he gets to his destination in Kingwood, around 45 minutes on average and since he told me what he did as my tax advisor, a position I appointed him to without his knowledge or permission, I decided that just maybe that less than $200 tax refund was okay, maybe, so I went with it. I've never undergone a tax audit but I've had a number of associates who have and based on their stories about it, well, I would just as soon not have one. You can quote me and my tax advisor on that one. Ha!

 

I will admit how me, at my age, can instill fear into those jockeying for position out on the roadway. Today is her last day for this week and she will be doing the same schedule next week, Monday through Thursday. Here's an oldie from way back but it gave me a chuckle, so I share it, again: ~ An elderly man is pulled over for going 100 mph in a new sports car. The cop says, "If you give me a reason I've never heard before, I'll let you go." The man replies, "Years ago, my wife ran away with a state trooper. I saw you chasing me and thought you were bringing her back." The cop lets him go. ~ And one more: ~ A neighbor sees a woman in her 90s drive her car through his hedge and into his front lawn. He rushes to help her, saying, "You seem too old to be driving!" "Well, I'll be 97 next month," she replies proudly, "And I'm now old enough that I don't even need a driver's license anymore." "How do you know?" he asks. "The last time I went to my doctor, I showed him my license, he took scissors, cut it into pieces, and said: 'You won't need this anymore!' So I thanked him and left!"~ I scare my passenger enough each time we venture out, so, I really don't need to impose on others. Now, that, my friend, is about as close to the truth as I can share for today. She obviously dreamed of being a driving instructor as a child..... and, I will leave it at that. I will. I really will. Be careful out there and look out for the calamitous chaos coming to a freeway near you, soon. Have a great rest of the day and may God add His blessings. Amen.

“As you get older, three things happen. The first is your memory goes, and I can’t remember the other two.” ~ copied

Today is the day and it's getting where if we are going to get anything at all done, we better get with it, and, that starts with this brand new gift, the 'present', or in other words, today, Wednesday April 15, 2026. My brand new start for this brand new day begins with a growing realization. All those times, over all those years, especially back when I was much younger, well, me doing my impression of Tim Conway's impression of the 'old man', okay, here it comes, I can do the old man now but it is no longer an impression. Can you feel where I am coming from? Playing the role of clumsy and finding out you now are, well, that's a hard pill to swallow, but, it's even harder to swallow if it catapulted out of your hand to where no one knows where. Tim may have had to dream up his routines, I don't. You can Google why this clumsiness comes with older age, but, that doesn't make it any easier to deal with. I have one that I often find myself repeating. I call it the chasing lids game. I know how to unscrew the lid, on a bottle of water or a jar of apple jelly, but, I do not know how to control the lid as it goes flying through the air. I'm not the only one, so, don't be so smug about all of this. The other evening the wife of my youth who is roughly half a year younger than me, well, she's been training for our clumsy tour, and she accidentally launched one of her nighttime medications into the wild blue yonder. Not to worry. I told her I would find it for her, because, we do not want Lil Miss Biscuit locating them because she will ingest any and all things she finds. I brought the bright light, very gingerly got down on the floor, I did, I really did, and I began to do a search party approach for the lost item. I am laying on the floor, literally, wondering how I will get back up, but, that will have to wait, and I began to describe some of the candidates I was seeing. There's a bottle cap under the recliner, hers, I might add, and also an aging Cheeto, and an assortment of other items but not the pill we were looking for, which, she didn't even know which one it was since it jettisoned out when she put the rest of them in her mouth. She was very sad. Because we couldn't find the errant pill? Not really. She had that guilt trip from her upbringing how she must be a bad housekeeper. I thought about cheering her up by asking if she wanted me to show her what was under my recliner. Thankfully, and, I do mean that in the most reverent way possible, thankfully, she chose to forego that exercise. When I finally got hold of enough of whatever I could to get myself up off the floor we both had a great laugh. We did. We really did. And, that's the answer folks. Don't curse the darkness because of natural stuff that happens to you as a result of God's blessing you with a longer lifespan, thank Him and laugh about it. I do think I may have laughed a little more because it was her, but, more importantly, we both laughed.

Researchers tell us that it's true that many older people laugh more than their younger counterparts, at the same time, older people have more trouble understanding the jokes. Yikes. The old two edged sword, again. Life is like that. I recently heard someone telling about their dear friend who worked hard many years anticipating a life where she could finally enjoy all the things she had in mind to pursue. Travel here, there, and, travel everywhere. Sadly, she, in her retirement is now battling a very severe cancer and that battle is taking up most of her time. We never know, folks, we just never know. And, while it is true we don't know, we can know and trust the One who does know. We can. We really can. I do not want to be that person who goes through the last quarter of my life dealing with all the struggles that come with it, without having God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Spirit with me each second of my time. I mentioned Brother Moses the other day and his relationship with God. (Check out the summary from Deuteronomy 34.) What a model for us to pursue folks. And, what an encouragement to see God's response to the life, the times, and even the death of His beloved servant. It starts with recognizing we are alienated from our Creator due to our sin. It doesn't matter how old you are. If you have never responded to God's provision of salvation through Jesus Christ, you may have a loving family to be with you, but, you will still be lacking the need we all have, God with us, yesterday, today, and forever. I say amen to that. Thinking about it, I haven't fallen out of my chair anytime recently, that is, that I can remember, therefore, I am thankful for that. I am. I really am. May God bless each one. Amen.

“And this is his commandment, that we believe in the name of his Son Jesus Christ and love one another, just as he has commanded us.” (1 John 3:23)

Hello and welcome to the place where we will be busy embracing the day the Lord has given to us, this one being Tuesday, April 14, 2026. I do thank those who take the time to peruse my stuff and especially to those who occasionally respond and mention how some little something I wrote about was a wee bit of help to them. That's gratifying to me because think about it, that's how God works. It's amazing how God will bring to my remembrance something said by our pastor or a teacher or someone giving a testimony, maybe a particular lyric from a song, someone on radio or television, or, even via social media, He will cause me to regurgitate what was said and camp out on it for a while. I know some of you know exactly what I am talking about. Typically, that partially buried thought comes up because it relates to something I happen to be dealing with at the time. Still with me? Buckle up because I'm just getting started. Not really. I thought I would put that in as a wee bit of comic relief. Our pastor likes to say when he gets all fired up how he's decided to just 'let-er rip tater chip!". You think his is better than mine? I don't mind that at all, I don't. I really don't. Getting back to the subject at hand or as you might see on a Sponge Bob episode, "A few moments later", God can use anything at anytime to get our attention and one of the ways He does that in my life is through my remembering of inputs from others. Inputs from others can be difficult at times. Sometimes they are things we need to know but maybe we are not too inclined to receive them, things that challenge us and encourage us to be more faithful in our walk with the Lord. Oh, I get it. We all remember stuff where folks were being mean or critical. Isn't it amazing how we can remember that kind of hurtful input even though it may have happened in our early days in school? Those inputs are powerful but even more powerful are the inputs that have the truth of God's word delivered with love. At any rate, those are insights into the things that make up the long running series I know most about, that is, 'the days of my life', not the other one that ran for like 100 years on TV. If you are with me, give me your best Amen. Okay. We will try that one again after you've had more time to practice. Ha!

 

You will not be surprised to know that often when I reread one of my blogs, I too end up scratching my head. Not because I'm puzzled but because I may have had a coincidental head itch. Just joking. Your first interpretation, whatever it was, was likely the best understanding. Still joking. Honestly, I can say this about my blogs. Even with all of the painful prose and grammatical glitches one can typically pick up on the underlying theme. Maybe. I do try to make sure that anyone who might uncover my blog buried in some computer vault 100's of years later will see that humanity's greatest need is that each individual would recognize their sinful condition and respond to God's provision of salvation through the finished work of Jesus the Christ. (Here are the verses often used to witness to those who are lost, called the Roman Road, as found in the Book of Romans, Romans 3:23, 6:23, 5:8, 10:9-10, 5:1, and 8:1.) I will be the first to admit that I have not always made this truth the main focus of my life and I sure haven't made it the main focus of my communication with others. But, it is what I know to be the truth and I do hope my blogs encourage others to see it as the greatest need every person who breathes air on the planet has, period. Okay. Let me finish with a comment about the recent space adventures as we all followed those who were flung out into the regions beyond. First of all, God bless those on board who daily referenced and gave honor to their Creator God. I say Amen. 

 

I will leave you with what Little Miss Biscuit thought about it. She was pretty excited. She was. She really was. Ha! 

Matthew 6:20 New Living Translation NLT ~ "Store your treasures in heaven, where moths and rust cannot destroy, and thieves do not break in and steal."

I feel blessed to be able to send out my blog today. Believe it or not, being able to sit down at the keyboard and put together these episodes, well, it encourages me to thank God for any and all abilities He has allowed me to have. That's the truth. It is. It really is. Today is Monday, April 13, 2026, and, we are still getting ready to get ready to finish up our 2025 tax return. Not to worry. Their most important provision is the one that allows payment via an online transaction. The return itself can follow. The money, do it now! I read how the projected federal income tax collections added to the payroll taxes collected will be well over $3 trillion. The watchdogs already project a nearly $2 trillion deficit for the federal budget for 2026, therefore, we can readily see that ongoing operations will decimate the collections and the overall deficit will continue to balloon. We are nearly $40 trillion in the hole, the federal debt, which means we would need 40 Elon Musk trillionaires to donate all their monies in order to pay this off, however, if and when they do, it will only escalate again because that, my friend, is how we as a nation roll these days. It is. It really is. Let me further qualify my comments: Elon is not a trillionaire yet but is getting closer each day and having 39 more is quite unexpected, and, having all of them donate their fortunes to reduce the US debt, it was just a crazy thought. Okay? Don't get out there on social media and tell people I said this is how it could be fixed. It was a made up illustration, but, it does point out the burden we are passing down to those generations that come behind us. Be sure these deficits will one day bite us. They will. They really will. The best thing we can do for future generations is hand down a legacy of the truth so they can know Jesus as their Savior and have heaven as they final destination. That's the place Jesus said you can store up real treasures that will never fade or decay. (Matthew Chapter 6) What kind of treasures? My thought is it will be the works done expressly for the honor and glory of God. We will surely find out when we get there. Hope to see you too. Amen.

 

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I believe I have met the test of that first paragraph qualifying for a Discombobulated Award. I confess it could be that it's that way because it came from the noggin of a discombobulated thinker. I can't remember when I first learned the word discombobulated but I feel sure I didn't pick it up from some of the good ole boys I used to run with, that is, before I met you know who. That being the Preacher's daughter and he was pastor of New Hope Baptist Church. When I traded my time with those ole friends for this brand new friend, well, they couldn't help themselves. They called me all kinds of names and used to say I was not going to get anywhere by going out to that No Hope Church. They were wrong in so many ways. They were. They really were. I actually came to know Jesus as my Savior at that little no hope Church, in January of 1964. My wife's dad became a very close friend to me. I used to tell him that I owed him much because he was preaching the night I was saved, he gave me his daughter, and, he gave me his wisdom and his friendship. Her mom too. She was reluctant having heard I was a wild fast driver. I pretty much gave that up too. As they used to say back home, "You had it bad, boy, you had it bad!" And, I did. I've said all of that to say this: God has been so much better to me than I have been to Him. He has. He really has. I do thank Him for the people He brought into my life and I give Him the praise for working the way He did, is doing, and will do, to the very end. That end chapter is much closer for me than it has ever been. No. It's not morbid, it's a statement of the reality of being in the fourth quarter and getting close to the two minute warning. If you can't parse that example, ask someone who knows about football and they will explain it to you. Y'all have a good day and a good week and remember to remember to thank God for His blessings. Amen. 

Jean Baptiste Colbert (17th Century): "The art of taxation consists in so plucking the goose as to obtain the largest possible amount of feathers with the smallest possible amount of hissing".

Hello y'all and that includes you too. I bid you greetings from the home of the brave and the land of the free, on this day, Friday, April 10, 2025. I say land of the free even though the land the house is on sits on property that has been paid off for years, yet, it is still taxed, therefore, do I actually own it or not? I report you decide. Several years ago I sent my property taxes in but it took five days for the check to arrive from our bank. It was a day or two late, but, I received a notice that I was delinquent in paying my taxes and if it was not promptly paid it could result in my property being taken by the county. I don't have that form letter in front of me but that is the gist of what it said. Hello? No late notice per se, just, a threat to take over your property if the funds were not received. Yikes. Okay. I've written too much about that subject over the years because it is one that seems to garner a lot of attention when the state governing authorities are in session, but, other than a temporary adjustment here and there, there never seems to be the will to fix the property tax system. Why? How many guesses do I get? Just one. Okay. It's the money, period. Okay, enough already. Today is Friday. Next Wednesday is the filing deadline for our federal taxes. I could come up with a lot of excuses as to why we have not prepared ours yet, but, it really doesn't matter because we do need to 'git er done'. It will take us several hours working together to account for the stuff we have to report. Our Santa Enterprise requires a lot of documentation and other activities to identify all the associated expenses. We do have a software program that we have used for years. How long? When we started, the package was less than $50. This year I paid $175 for the updated version. I could find a cheaper alternative but I know this one well and it does automatically do a lot of stuff that is directly applicable to our situation. Plus, to change it would require me to no longer maintain my procrastination status. You do know what I mean. Right?

Okay. Based on the title on today's edition, I suppose I exceeded my hissing quota, but, I feel good we can still share our thoughts. Never get the idea I am against paying my taxes because doing so is a God ordained duty, (Bible, Romans 13:1): "For because of this you also pay taxes, for the authorities are ministers of God, attending to this very thing". It's the abuse of taxpayer funds that we all abhor. In 1774, Alexander Hamilton put it this way, "the fruits of his daily toil are consumed in oppressive taxes, that serve to gratify the ambition, avarice, and lusts of his superiors". I couldn't have said it better myself. Take for instance the recent revelations about widespread fraud in programs paid for by me and you, to the tune of $billions with many $billions yet to be discovered. This means dollars that flowed out from Federal funding never got to the impoverished, the malnourished children, and many other such needs that were never met. Meanwhile, these fraud recipients lived in luxury and because of our woke judicial system, some of them have already been adjudicated a slap on the wrist for their wrongdoing. Don't get me started on how our judiciary nationwide has been corrupted due to liberal ideology that dominates. But, you didn't tune in today to hear me whine. I admit I am pretty good at doing it. It probably comes from practice. It does. It really does. I am thankful that God knows all about it all and He will take care of it in His own good time. He will. He really will. You can, I can, we all can count on that. Amen, and Amen.

"I am determined to seek self-sufficiency in energy as an urgent national priority. My goal is to make America independent of foreign energy sources by 1985." ~ Gerald R. Ford

Good morning and welcome. Running a little late this morning. The wife of my youth was at the urgent care for several hours last night with some esophageal issues, but, we came home and she seems to be doing better as we embrace this brand new today, it being Thursday, April 9, 2026. I feel like I should be a wee bit less wordy in today's visit. It is a goal not a promise and I have good evidence to prove I actually talk the way I write. Many years ago when I was teaching a Bible study each week I would write my thoughts about the lesson, with some illustrations, and, generally, how the text had spoken to my heart. One day a lady told me how much she appreciated getting those handouts because later when she read them, she could hear me talking. Wow! So, now you know. I am as prone to wordiness in my speech as I am in my writing. I don't think I get points for consistency but as I so often remind us all, and I know you tire from reading it, but, it really is what it is. I think we all have questions about the current status of the Iran situation. I mention this one fully realizing there are many who have much more to worry about since their experience during this conflict has resulted in either the death of a loved one or life altering injuries sustained. I am a retiree and I am blessed to have adequate funds coming in to meet our needs. The gasoline price is one that is puzzling to me. We, the United States, has been reported by the Administration to be totally self-sufficient in terms of the production of energy. Yet, our nation's gas prices are up at least 50% since the start of the Iran conflict. Yes. I have heard about it being an issue of distribution, but, that still seems to fly in the face of how we are supposedly self-sufficient. I know this from direct experience every time I fill up the truck. My Paw Paw Mac would perhaps have put it this way: "Self-sufficient my foot!" And, it doesn't take a rocket scientist or a petroleum engineer to know that when diesel sky rockets everything goes up in price since it all has to be trucked and delivered. Like I say, the economic strain is small compared to the cost of those dealing with loss of life, but, it is where the rubber meets the road for so many in our nation. Many are unable to adjust their spending to afford these price hikes because their income is so limited. I pray it will all soon be settled and things will return to some semblance of normal affordability. That's my say, what say you?

 

Thinking about how God has provided throughout my life, during good times, when it looked like there was no way forward, and, when sorrow gripped my heart, He was there all the time and He knew all about it, and, while I did not always respond as I should have, He was still the answer. When you get my age you do have a proclivity to look back and think about significant times when God intervened. Oh. Sorry. You are one who doesn't believe God intervenes in people's lives? That thinking is very foreign to His revealed love and caring for His own. Just thinking about the times when He helped me not to go in the direction I thought I was going to go. At the time I was disappointed but now, looking back, I can see where many of those situations would have been disasters for myself and my family. Life at its best is a mess folks and I just want to say this about it, I would not want to live without Him in my life. Believe me, I have failed Him so many times it makes me sick just to think about it, however, even when the consequences have been a hard and bitter pill to swallow, His love has been unwavering. I can't grasp why He loved me in the first place and it's even harder to understand His love for me as His child weebles and wobbles along. But He did and He does. And, I love Him as best I know how. I do. I really do. Now you know the summation of my story. He loves me. This I know. For the Bible tells me so. Amen.

Charles Haddon Spurgeon, "If the Holy Spirit does not renew the heart of the hearer, we cannot do it... we might as well speak in the ear of a corpse".

Hello Wednesday readers, I welcome you to today's edition, not so much hot off the presses, but, more like weary from traveling electronically all over the world, even doing so on today, April 8, 2026.  I do not mention the 'world' without meaning. My insignificantly small blog started back in the summer of 2007, well, it's closing in on 1 million views and over half of those come from outside the United States. I know, and I agree that many of those landed on my blog looking for something else. I've told this story many times, and, I've written about it more than once in previous blogs, but, I think it shows how God is as it work even when we aren't thinking about it. A number of years ago, the fellowship of believers we were a member of was in the midst of a series of services promoted as Revival Services. I say that because calling something revival and seeing revival is quite different. You knew that already. Right? Anyway, one evening during this series of meetings, the fiery evangelist was doing his job of sharing the Gospel message. There were some boys sitting in the very back chatting up some of the teen-aged girls, daughters of some of our members. We happened to be close to the back and we could see them carrying on. They were not paying much attention to the preacher. However, and, for this story, that's a biggie However, they obviously heard enough because when the invitation to come forward for counseling about giving your heart and life to Christ, wowie-zowie, just like that, these would be suitors became crying kids running to the front to give themselves to the Lord. They did. They really did. I may be nearly 80 years old but I can say this about that, it takes a powerful influence to totally change a young man's purpose especially when it comes to girls, and that powerful influence was this: The truth was shared and the Spirit of God moved in these boys' hearts. We saw it. It was like the wonderful 2005 song by the Southern Gospel group the Booth Brothers where that one line in their song says this, "Ask the blind man, he saw it all." I often see a particular acronym slang written by a lot of folks on social media. Okay. I am a slow learner but I did find out what it means, therefore, here it is and I will leave you to figure how it relates to that song line: IYKYK. Got it? Good! And, Amen.

 

I said all of that to say this: Perhaps someone in that over 1/2 million views outside the US read some of my mangled prose, heard the Gospel, and gave their heart and life to Christ. I pray that to be the case because when it is all said and done, that really is all that matters for both time and eternity. I spoke about the Book of Job yesterday. Most scholars agree that Job is an ancient text most likely preceding the patriarch Abraham.  I've read Job, start to finish, several times. I've also taught through it, verse by verse, more than once. In some ways I understand how people tend to be hesitant to wade through this lengthy book. And, we, especially in the American culture, we do want happy happy to be the story line. Don't go to Job's experiences preserved for our learning to see happy happy in every verse. The truth of this life in this fallen world is not a tip toe through the tulips, but, rather, it can be one of dealing with lots of difficult and seemingly incomprehensible challenges. That's what happened in Job's life. God in his Sovereignty allowed this testing in the life of His beloved child, Job. Those three friends were not so friendly to Job as they peppered him with sanctimonious and false piety. The thing God knew but perhaps Job didn't was how resilient Job's faith would be in its foundational strength. Yeah. Job said some pretty accusatory things to God Himself, but, God knew Job better than Job knew Job. A younger fellow shows up to call them all to account, the three unfriendly friends, and Job too. He was beside himself in hearing Almighty God's standing being questioned and defamed. In the end, God by the way knows the end from the beginning, but, in the end Job shows his true heart when he prayed for these sore friends. God then restored Job and he stands as an example of God's purpose in the human family whose number includes us all, yep, me, and you, that purpose is, as Jesus put it, "Jesus said unto him, 'Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind. This is the first and great commandment. And the second is like unto it, Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself.'" (Matthew 22:37-39, from the King James KJV version of the Scriptures.) There's much to be learned from Job's experiences as preserved in this great inspired text. I commend us all to study it and see what God will say to each of us, individually. That's how He speaks. He does. He really does. Amen.

 

Footnote on the Book of Job: One of the amazing things I've noticed in my time spent in Job has to do with God's revelation of Himself even in those ancient times. All those in that text knew much about God and His working. Sure, the so-called friends were wrong about a lot of what they thought, but, I am knocked down at the knowledge of God and how He chose to reveal Himself to the people of that time. Fast forward to today. We have His Word, the Holy Spirit, and God's heart in His not willing that any should perish but that all would come to repentance. (2nd Peter 3:9) Simply amazing!

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

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

 

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