"How glorious a greeting the sun gives the mountains!" ~ John Muir, (1838-1914), Scottish-born American environmental philosopher.

Good morning and welcome. I am back at the old keyboard doing my thing on this Monday, August 31, 2026. We had a wonderful time at our local fellowship gathering yesterday, and I am happy to report that the wife continues to show progress in her recovery from esophageal surgery. Our son Jimmy should get some answers this week regarding his injured spine. As for yours truly, I continue in my support role here on the home front while still trying to wrap my head around what it feels like to be 80. Ha! Yesterday, I met a lady greeter at our local fellowship, and she volunteered that she was 90 years old. We have another lady who faithfully sings in our Church choir who is well into her 90s. There is a notable gender gap: among those who attain older age, the ladies maintain a 3-to-1 advantage over the men. One of the fastest-growing age groups by percentage is 90 and older, now exceeding 2 million. I've said all of that to say this: My life is in His hands. Those ladies I mentioned testify to how one can keep on keeping on as long as the Lord allows. Some call that fatalism. I call it faithalism. I know that's not a recognized word, but I am prone to make one up now and then. I recently heard a recognized celebrity say that what he knew about heaven sounded pretty boring to him. How absurd! Here is my faith response to that kind of dangerous viewpoint: From the Legacy Standard Bible, 1st John 3, Verse 2, "Beloved, now we are children of God, and it has not been manifested as yet what we will be. We know that when He is manifested, we will be like Him, because we will see Him just as He is." I am anxiously awaiting the experience of this very truth. What say you?

I remain interested in figures of speech. Wordplay too. I read this one recently: "If I knew the difference between 'anecdote' and 'antidote', my friend would still be alive." There's this one: "A tourist asked an Irishman the best way to get to a certain castle. The Irishman asked if he was driving or walking. The tourist said he was driving. The Irishman replied, 'That's the best way.'" If you look at the definition of a figure of speech, it gets pretty lengthy.  From Grammarly, the software program I use: "A figure of speech is a creative use of language to generate an effect, enhance an expression, or evoke an emotion." Some examples include a simile, a metaphor, hyperbole, or an idiom. In my case, my approach is to sling slang onto the electronic page. Ha! What would you expect? I grew up where people could be madder than a wet hen, or maybe worn slap out. Things could get all cattywampus on you, or you might just get yourself overtaken by a hankering. Even as a kid, I flinched a little trying to understand my grandfather's lament, "I feel like I've been pulled through a rat hole backwards." I did know exactly what was meant when I heard, "I'm gonna tan your hide." My point? Is it any wonder I end up writing the way I do? I don't think I've ever used this one because I'm not sure exactly what it means, 'happier than a dead pig in the sunshine'. Maybe you do. Now y'all have yourselves a blessed day as God provides, y'all hear? Just get out there and do it. May God add His blessings. Amen.

This Buck Owens Song reminds me of when I first saw the girl of my dreams, now the wife of my youth: "I was looking back to see If you were looking back to see If I was looking back to see If you were looking back at me"

Okay. I have checked the calendar on this personal computer, and it agrees: Today is Friday, August 28, 2026. Thanks for showing up. I hope you know how encouraging it is to know you're keeping up with what's happening here at the ole blogger ranch. Thanks ever so much for your prayers on behalf of the wife of my youth in her recovery from surgery, and for our son Jimmy also in recovery from some cracked ribs and a fractured vertebra. She sees her primary care doctor today for a follow-up and her surgeon next week. Jimmy has an appointment next week to further examine his spine. Meanwhile, yours truly is pretty much wearing out his welcome as the self-appointed medical administrator. How do I know this? It has something to do with the decibel ratings coming from the patient side of the house, but I will save that for another day. Perhaps when I am out of town and out of range, if you get my drift. I may be 80 years young, but I am still in a learning mode. This happened to me the other day: I was sitting downstairs, and a really great idea came to me, and it involved making something on the computer. There have been times in my life when I would have been very proud of myself for coming up with that kind of idea. Not this time. I stopped. I looked up. I thanked God for His provision. You might think that somewhat lame, but at my age, you gain a better understanding that it all comes from Him and He deserves the praise for it. It does. He really does. Amen.

 

Does anyone know where I should turn in my nurse's uniform? That's a joke. The jacket that comes with it is a size 38-40, just in case you are interested. Still joking.  I'm thinking of adding these bedside skills to my resume. At 80, my resume is already quite lengthy. Think about it. Just listing the years takes a couple of pages. Ha! I know what many of you are thinking. The need for a resume, well, that train left the station a long time ago. And that it did; however, it doesn't mean I'm not adding new items all the time. When you no longer have anything to add, well, I think we all know what that means. Cue the dirge. I'm just joking around to try to make up for my sadness in being an unemployed male nurse. Ha! Okay. That's not only enough, but it was enough some time ago. Lord willing and as He provides, here is what I have in mind for the rest of this week and leading into next week. Ready? I will continue to get ready to finish getting ready for teaching the last two chapters in the Old Testament Book of Ruth. What a great writing preserved for our learning. (Romans 15:4) The wife said I could teach the entire book without even reading it again, but that's just her opinion. Here's the truth: Keep on studying because God shows us something different every time we do. He does. He really does. All of this studying is in preparation for what happens next week. That's right. My broken record keeps on keeping on; that is because I'm talking about Sunday, the first day of next week, and that's when we get to go to the meeting place of our local called-out assembly. Yay and Amen. God shows up in a special way when His people gather together to hear from Him. He does. He really does. Amen.

"Memory only becomes interesting through its struggle with forgetfulness." ~ Adrian Forty, Emeritus Professor of Architectural History at The Bartlett, the Faculty of the Built Environment at University College London.

Still mixed up here at the ole blogger ranch. Yesterday was not Thursday; it was Wednesday; therefore, today is actually Thursday, August 27, 2026. Unlike what I was always told, we don't lose that many brain cells each day; however, as we age, we do have issues connecting to them. As in the wiring, or synapses, as they are designated. Back in my previous work life in a galaxy far, far away, one of the things I was responsible for was connecting folks to the data center mainframes, a similar situation. All sorts of things could happen to interrupt connectivity. In this feeble example, in my situation, that would be aging- my friend- yes, connectivity issues because of aging. All of the information I need, all of the memories I have, including precise backgrounds, telephone numbers, addresses, birthdays, relationships, connections, it is all still intact, but alas, the connections themselves are both tired and frayed. You should not be surprised when you see me at times practicing a new look: the blank stare. Here is a bit of good news. I still can experience what it means to have God's Spirit bear witness with my spirit that I am His child. (My representation of the truth expressed in Romans 8:16)  I may even have better news. Since I am His child and I have been sealed for eternity by His Spirit, nothing can ever change my Father-Child relationship, not even if I lose my ever-loving mind. (2nd Timothy 2:13)  My point? To my older friends and neighbors: Try not to fret over not being able to remember things like you did earlier in life because that is a very natural thing that happens to us. Instead, thank the Lord that He is still with us, period. Give Him all the glory and praise. Amen.

 

 

One way to deal with issues like forgetfulness is to learn to laugh about it, yep, learn to laugh, even at yourself. That's always been a tough one for me, but I am working on it. There's the one about the older guy telling his doctor about how forgetful he is becoming. The doctor's response was to tell him to please pay in advance. ~ My memory is getting really bad. Do I come here often? ~ One older chicken to another: My memory is getting so bad, yesterday I couldn't remember why I crossed the road. ~ Instead of going down Memory Lane, I'm now traveling on Memory Loss Lane. ~ I'll take remembering things for $200, please. ~ And the list goes on and on. I do realize that if memory loss is associated with chronic illnesses like dementia or Alzheimer's, it is no laughing matter. But age-related memory issues are a fact of life. My wife often says I have great recall. To be honest, she doesn't say that nearly as much as she used to. And that's okay. I am amused by how I often pause in the middle of telling something while my personal search engine inside my pea-sized brain looks for the next phrase. Get my point? Oh well, I am beginning to get used to hearing the wife tell me that I've already told that story. I usually say it is worth telling again, but she says it might be, but not right after you've told it. Is this a great country or what? Are we having fun or what? Thanks for tuning in, and may God add His blessings. Amen.

2 Peter 1:3 ~ English Standard Version ESV ~ "His divine power has granted to us all things that pertain to life and godliness, through the knowledge of him who called us to his own glory and excellence, ...."

Welcome to where I find myself doing my best to get my days straightened out. I completely lost last Friday in the stuff we were working through here at the ole blogger ranch. Then it happened again yesterday. Today is Thursday, August 26, 2026, and I am thankful that the wife of my youth is making progress each day after fairly serious esophageal surgery. And our son Jimmy, who suffered a fractured vertebra after a severe seizure, is doing better too. I know the wife is better because she and I have begun trading testy remarks again. In doing so, she makes me laugh. Yes. Out loud. LOL. My being the chief medical nursing provider is enough to make anyone laugh. I am becoming very familiar with the blender since all of her food intake has to be liquefied. I even read the instructions before I started using the machine. That may not be a first, but it was important to get it right. I heard one of our associate pastors praying for her on the speaker phone. He prayed not only for her and our son Jimmy, but he also mentioned her caregiver, me. I appreciate that, while at the same time we both signed up for whatever happens in our lives on that frigid cold Louisiana night back in December of 1964. Everyone should know how grateful I am to God for allowing me the wherewithal and strength to serve those I love. I'm reminded of the response slogan often heard from our friends at Chick-fil-A. My pleasure. I feel that way as I go about this, that, and the other. Tomorrow may be a different story, so stay tuned. Who knows what may be on the front burner then. Again. I thank God. I do. I really do. 

 

With all that's been going on here, I don't know much at all about the current news cycle. If something really big is happening, text me. Ha. Isn't it interesting that when you have other things to occupy your time, you no longer worry about those kinds of 24-hour cycles made up mostly of blather forth and back designed to capture one's time, and they are good at doing just that. Okay. Yesterday. A not-so-funny thing happened on my way to having a somewhat normal day. Our son Jimmy had a couple of medical appointments, but on his way, he had a blowout on his front right tire. He called me and said he needed help because of his back. No doubt. I got there and found the car leaning on a fairly steep incline, but I did get it jacked up, got the bad tire off, and was ready to mount the spare when bam!, the jack gave way, and the car fell flat on the ground. After trying to figure out what we might do, we settled on calling a wrecker. Not to tow the car but to lift it up so we could put the spare on. It was super hot, my friend, super hot. It took the wrecker nearly an hour to get there, and because of that steep incline, the driver tried a half dozen or more positions to get his wheel lift mechanism under the car. Finally, we decided to try to carjack to lift it enough to help. The driver was a young man but burly and strong. He and I got down on the ground, and his big hands dug out under the car enough to get the jack under it. While down there, I learned he was from a nearby town, was married with three children, and we talked about Church. His parents go to a local assembly across the freeway from where we live. After lots of using the body tools- our hands, God gave us to dig with- we got it jacked a few inches. He was then able to lift it with the wrecker. He changed the tire. We shook hands, and I wished him Godspeed as he left for his next call. I've never experienced any oxen in any ditches, but I do know a little about a car being in one. Ha! Granny Mac was right, my friend. If it's not one thing, it's something else. Thank God for His provisions. Yes. Thank God. Amen.

Hebrews 10:25 ~ Amplified Bible ~ ".... not forsaking our meeting together [as believers for worship and instruction], as is the habit of some, but encouraging one another; and all the more [faithfully] as you see the day [of Christ’s return] approaching."

Thank God. It's Monday. TGIM. Wait a minute; it should be thank God for every minute of every hour for every day, period. Amen. I bid you a hearty hello and welcome to our visit today on August 24, 2026. I didn't say we are thankful for every situation we find ourselves in; however, we are thankful to Him in every situation because, as believers, He will never leave us nor will He ever forsake us. (Hebrews 13:5, Deuteronomy 31:6-8, and Joshua 1:5) The wife of my youth and I want to express our sincere appreciation for the many prayers going up on behalf of her recovery from surgery and also for Jimmy's current situation, where he is dealing with a fractured vertebra brought on by the severe seizure he recently had. Granny Mac used to say, "Well, if it's not one thing, it's something else." That, my friend, is how life unfolds. It is. It really is. Need more? When it rains, it pours. We're dealing with more things than you can shake a stick at. Even more? Why is everybody picking on me? No matter how you say it, we are not promised a tip-toe through the tulips in our sojourn here on the planet. We are not. We really are not. Here's what I say about our current difficulties: How thankful I am for God's enabling that permits me to deal with these challenges. He is good. He is really good. He is. He really is. In the coming days, I might say something different. The good news? Nothing about Him changes, but with me, it seems like at times you just have to check which way the wind is blowing. Even when I am wobbly, He isn't. That's good to know, folks. It is. It really is. Amen.

 

I can tell you one thing. David writing in the Old Testament was right. He was. He really was. When he said, as recorded in Psalm 122:1, "I was glad when they said to me, 'Let us go to the house of the LORD.'" (as rendered in the New Living Translation, NLT) Yesterday, I was able to experience exactly David's sentiment when I attended services at our local called-out assembly or church, if you prefer. I left the ailing wife of my youth with my ailing middle son to see after her, but I literally had, as they say, my socks blessed off by meeting with brothers and sisters in Christ who love one another and care. Our life group was a blessing because that's where we can get personal with one another. I was able to shake hands, hug necks, and share some laughs before the lesson began. I gave an update on my wife and our son to the class and told a couple of jokes. I told them I was yet to use Paw Paw Mac's admonition, "It will feel much better when it quits hurting," and his other, "You have the same clothes to get glad in." I also told some of the guys one I read; it goes like this: The wife is really, really angry. When this happens, you should get a towel or blanket and tie it around her neck and then pronounce her to be 'Super Angry'. One of two things will happen: She will laugh, or you will die. After hearing a lesson from the Book of Ruth, I went to the choir practice room where we went over the special song to be sung. We then had a wonderful time of worship, and the lyrics of the songs chosen touched my heart deeply. Next, we heard our pastor expound the Word of God from 2nd Thessalonians. Our pastor preaches through The Scriptures, verse by verse. That, by the way, is how The Scriptures were written and delivered, inspired by Holy Spirit God. I felt refreshed. I felt loved from above and from those there in the meeting place. I hurried to my vehicle and made my way back home, knowing how glad I was to have been at the meeting place of our local called-out assembly.  You should try it. You should. You really should. As I am click-clacking on the keyboard, Lil Miss Biscuit is lying behind me in my typing chair, and our touching each other has my back all warmed up. That's what happens when you fellowship with other believers and hear from God; it warms your heart, and you can do the same for them. Amen.

Ecclesiastes 4:9-12 ~ English Standard Version, ESV ~ "Two are better than one, because they have a good reward for their toil. For if they fall, one will lift up his fellow. But woe to him who is alone when he falls and has not another to lift him up! Again, if two lie together, they keep warm, but how can one keep warm alone? And though a man might prevail against one who is alone, two will withstand him—a threefold cord is not quickly broken."

How does it feel to be the age that I have now achieved? That, my friend, is a good question for this Thursday, August 21, 2026. First, I've never been this age, so I can't comment much on my new status. Secondly, I actually think I feel in pretty good shape for the shape I'm in. That said, there's a lot to read on artificial intelligence websites about the changes that take place for someone in their 80s. I am on twelve different prescribed medications along with a few other over-the-counter supplements, and I tell people that's what keeps me going. Not really. I do know this about it all. I am blessed by Almighty God for every breath I breathe on the planet. This means, in our way of understanding Scripture, that He is not finished with me yet. I am not able to walk much anymore because of my hip situation, but I do okay on the new stationary bike. I feel blessed to study God's Word and still teach a Bible class. I feel blessed to still be able to sing in the choir. I feel blessed to still be able to formulate words onto the electronic page for the blogs I write five days per week. I feel blessed to maintain contact with our boys and their families. I feel blessed to try to do my best to love the wife of my youth in the same way Christ loved His Church and gave Himself up for her. I feel blessed to enjoy our pup, Lil Miss Biscuit. I also feel blessed for the bond that remains with my last sibling, JoAnn. I feel blessed by God, and I thank Him for the resources He has provided, allowing us to support several ministries over the years. I repeat, I actually think I am in good shape for the shape I'm in because of God's blessings. He deserves all the honor and praise. He does. He really does. Amen.

 

I am currently heads down in my nursing mode, seeing after the recovery and support of my wife after her surgical procedure to take care of a hiatal hernia and related issues. Since our health plan farmed out the surgery to a specialist from a different health plan, we again had to navigate into and out of downtown Houston. The city of Houston ranks 8th nationally and 18th internationally in traffic congestion. Those who commute in and out of the city lose, on average, 70 hours per year in stalled traffic. On average. Listen. I think I may have beaten that record the last few times our trips required us to be in the city. I know. I did it for 50-plus years and didn't even think about it. It was what it was. I remind us all. I wasn't 80 years old back then. I did read up on the doctor who did her surgery. He pretty much is in the Who's Who category as a thoracic surgical specialist. He is one of those who typically has an entourage following him wherever he goes. Ha! I told that to our primary care, and he said he now knew what he had been missing since becoming a doctor: his very own entourage. I heard the late, great man of God, pastor and teacher, Dr. Adrian Rogers talk about choosing doctors. He said if he had a heart problem and had to choose between an atheist recognized expert versus a Christian but mediocre surgeon, he would choose the atheist every time. We are thankful she did well in her surgery. She still has some pain, and we are working through the liquid diet for the first week to be followed with a soft diet next week. We are thankful to be in a plan that provides access to the very best, even if it is not one of their own. If I can take a break from my nursing duties, I will get back to y'all with an update tomorrow. Until then, thanks for praying for us. Amen.

We are home from the hospital. The wife is recovering. The surgery was more complicated than originally predicted. Her chief nurse, me, myself and I, is making sure she follows doctor's orders. This requires getting up early and staying late. Ha! All in all, all is well. Thank God. Amen.

 

Doing much better this morning. Great people supporting her here at Baylor St. Lukes. We give God the thanks and praise for His provisions, great and small.

 

Surgery went well. In recovery, experiencing quite a lot of pain. Will move to a room later this evening. We so appreciate all the prayers.

 

The wife of my youth has surgery this morning, hiatal hernia and related. She is being checked in now here at St Luke's Baylor, Houston medical center.

My sincere thanks for every form of recognition of my 80th birthday. May God bless each and everyone who participated. Amen.

Do we live in a great country or what? Today is Monday, August 17, 2026, and I have been busy getting ready to get ready to make progress in my 81st year. Humbled is not even a good word to express how I feel about the responses, wishes, and greetings I have received in recognition of my 80th birthday. The family bought me the gift I asked for. It's a recumbent exercise bike. It's one of those made for senior adults. That would be me. My beautiful wife, the wife of my youth since December, 1964, did a remarkable job putting together a recognition celebration this past Saturday. She has been on a whirlwind of activity, not only getting everything ready for the birthday, but also all of the above and more. Now she moves on to a surgical procedure scheduled for early tomorrow morning. She will be undergoing surgery to deal with a hiatal hernia and the repair of some other esophageal issues. Perhaps she will get some really good rest when they administer the anesthesia. Ha! I will do my best to make sure she follows the doctor's orders. I will try. As they say, I will have to get up early and stay up late if I am to succeed in that endeavor. Ha! Yesterday, on Sunday morning, we both were dressed and in the process of leaving for Church when our Jimmy suffered a major, extended seizure. The fire department came, the EMT squad showed up, and even the police came and checked on what was going on. The wife accompanied him to the ER, and I went on to Church, met my dear sister JoAnn and her bosom friend Barbara there, where we enjoyed a great time of Bible study, worship, and hearing the word of God preached. Afterwards, we enjoyed a great meal where we laughed and talked for an hour. Judge Wayne Mack stopped by to say hello. He and his family have been attending our services, and we exchanged sweet fellowship. When I asked for the check, the young man told us our meal had been paid for by Judge Mack in recognition of my 80th birthday. What a surprise, and I felt ever so grateful. Our Jimmy was admitted to the hospital and is currently undergoing a lot of tests at this time. Please include him in your prayers. 

 

Thinking about pursuing 81, I heard an obscure country singer doing a song entitled "Time Keeps Whittling on Me". I couldn't locate the lyrics, but they pretty well spell out how time does exactly that, whittling away. Not familiar with whittling? Whittling is the process of shaping wood by shaving small thin slices or slivers from it with a knife. The metaphor would make me the wood and time the knife. I'm sure you are glad I cleared that up. Right? The other day we had a problem with our air conditioning unit, specifically the water draining system. It was leaking water into our downstairs bathroom. I am not a technician, but I do know that when this happens, it's not good. Our son Jimmy and I tried a few things, but we were not able to fix the problem. Finally, I decided to get closer to the issue. I got up into the attic and began to negotiate my way over the AC unit, the ducting, and several other obstacles. These required some contortionist moves that I tried but failed to produce. The bottom line: Time Keeps Whittling on Me. I've had a wee bit of trouble walking since that little episode. We called in the experts, and they fixed the problem. They did. They really did. Another lesson learned. I am not an acrobat. Not even close. The old Hee Haw cliché applies: "Doctor, it hurts when I do this. Well, don't do it." Please say a prayer for the wife's surgery that all will go well, and for our son Jimmy, in Jesus' Name. Amen.

“The advantage to being eighty years old is that one has had many people to love.” – Jean Renoir (French Film Director B 1894-1979)

Good morning. Welcome to the continuing saga where yours truly gets to share all the news he sees fit to print. (All the News Fit to Print was at one time a trustworthy label carried by the New York Times. Trust me, that is no longer the case.) We find ourselves celebrating another day on God's created sphere called Earth. This particular day is Friday, August 14, 2026. As many of you know, God providing, I will be celebrating my 80th trip around the sun this coming Sunday. That's 960 months; four-fifths of a century; 29,220 days; fourscore; and here in the United States, I join that 4% Club representing the number of Americans who are 80 and older. When you see me, it will not be necessary to refer to me as Mr. Octogenarian or make reference to me reaching the Big 8-0. You can also skip reminding me that my birthday coincides with the day Elvis left the building for the last time. You may remember that noteworthy greeting I received when I arrived home from work back on August 16, 1977, from our 6-year-old: "Daddy, Daddy, the king is dead, the king is dead." Under my breath, I whispered, Happy Birthday to me. Let me just say this about this milestone: God has been way better to me than I have been to Him. I admit I have been musing over reaching this threshold for some time now. It seems that every time I think about it, I am reminded of a song written by the late, great, singer/songwriter, Rusty Goodman:

 

Who Am I?

 

When I think of how He came so far from glory
Came and dwelt among the lowly such as I
To suffer shame and such disgrace
On Mount Calvary take my place
Then I ask myself this question, "Who am I?"

 

Who am I that the King would bleed and die for?
Who am I that He would pray, "Not my will, Thine" for?
The answer I may never know, why He ever loved me so
To an old rugged cross He would go, for who am I?

 

When I'm reminded of His words, "I'll leave you never
If you'll be true, I'll give to you life forever"
I know there's nothing that I could have done
To deserve God's only Son
To fight my battles until they're won, who am I?

 

Who am I that the King would bleed and die for?
Who am I that He would pray, "Not my will, Thine" for?
The answer I may never know, why He ever loved me so
To an old rugged cross He would go, for who am I?

 

 

I am thankful for the family I was raised in and all my folks that made a difference in my life. I owe a debt of gratitude to all those who have helped me along my way, also many I have worked for, and with, and so many others God put in my path, including more than I could number of dear brothers and sisters in Christ. I also thank those who travel with me in support of my blogging activity. Thanks to the dear wife of my youth and the rest of my family, near and far. The most important thanks go to God, period; that's my story, and as best I can I plan to stick to it. Amen and Amen.

Psalm 71:18-19 ~ From the English Standard Version ~ "So even to old age and gray hairs, O God, do not forsake me, until I proclaim your might to another generation, your power to all those to come. Your righteousness, O God, reaches the high heavens. You who have done great things, O God, who is like you?"

I saw a funny about old people that said they shouldn't be messed with because, at their age, prison is no longer a deterrent. Then there's the one where the wife tells the husband how he had promised to spend his whole life making her happy. His response was that he had never intended to live as long as he had. I will tell you this. Those jokes once rang a bell for someone other than me. Not anymore! It's Thursday, August 13, 2026, and I welcome each one. Yesterday, the wife and I did our version of over the hills and through the woods to arrive at a medical facility in Houston's downtown medical center. We timed it just right so we could play bumper cars during the early morning rush. We had a bad start to our journey when the access lane to the freeway was shut down, causing us to lose about 30 minutes before we even left our home area. Don't tell me old people can't feel a wee bit of road rage. My co-pilot kept me well informed numerous times about how close we were to crashing. Some of her warnings were very easy to hear, if you know what I mean, Vern. We finally got there. She had some tests that required us to be there for some five hours. During our stay, we, like Yogi Berra, observed a lot just by watching. Really old people were there. Elderly husbands were pushing the wheelchairs for their elderly wives. Elderly wives were pushing the wheelchairs for their elderly husbands. On more than one occasion, we looked at each other and said, "There we go." The trip back home was just as eventful as our journey there. I thought about how blessed we are to now be the ones I used to wonder why they had been let out to drive. We were pretty exhausted after our interesting day there and back. We were. We really were. But you just never get over the realization that God goes with you wherever you are. It's a good feeling, folks. It is. It really is. Amen.

 

I suppose, at my age, I am no longer asked what I want to be when I grow up. However, I have learned how growing up is a lifelong endeavor. The Apostle Paul was inspired to give his personal testimony regarding his journey for the Lord. In his letter penned to the local assembly meeting in Philippi, Greece, here is what he said, "I don’t mean to say that I have already achieved these things or that I have already reached perfection. But I press on to possess that perfection for which Christ Jesus first possessed me. No, dear brothers and sisters, I have not achieved it, but I focus on this one thing: Forgetting the past and looking forward to what lies ahead, I press on to reach the end of the race and receive the heavenly prize for which God, through Christ Jesus, is calling us." (Philippians Chapter 3, Verses 12-14, from the New Living Translation) Here's my take. We may retire from our secular work, but our pursuit of what we desire to be when we grow up in the Lord continues until we leave this life to live forever in His presence. The children's song written by Joel Hemphill says it best:

 

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

 

If you're still breathing air here on the planet, He's still working on you and me too. Have a great rest of the day and remember to give God all the glory. Amen. 

NET Bible ~ 1st John Chapter 3, Verse 2: "Dear friends, we are God's children now, and what we will be has not yet been revealed. We know that whenever it is revealed we will be like him, because we will see him just as he is."

It's Wonderful Wednesday, and as I understand it, it began shortly after midnight yesterday. Ha! Regardless, it is the day the Lord has given to us; therefore, let us rejoice and be glad in it. (Psalm118:24) And in our world it's counted as August 12, 2026. I thought about using the proverbial "I'm okay, you're okay" moniker, but that likely doesn't account for all the different situations folks deal with. I will tell you this. When I am in my right position of knowing exactly my relationship with Almighty God, I can very much identify with the sentiment of an old Southern Gospel quartet song that says, "I've got the Lord, and that's enough, that's enough, that's enough for me!" Notice I said when I am in the right position. Confession time. I am not always in the right position. Even when I am not where I should be, He remains faithful to His own. In fact, no one, including me, myself, and I, can change the new identity I received when I called on the name of the Lord to save me. Jesus made this clear. John 10:28-29 "...and I give eternal life to them, and they will never perish—ever; and no one will snatch them out of My hand. My Father, who has given them to Me, is greater than all; and no one is able to snatch them out of the Father’s hand." (As rendered in the Legacy Standard Bible, LSB.) This gives me confidence. Not confidence in me. That would be laughable. Confidence in Him, and Him alone. I can remember things spoken by my folks over the years. Many have gone on to their reward, but I still remember. As I was writing this today, I remembered something my mom said many times: "Son, I just don't know how people make it without Jesus." My response to that sentiment as I near the eight-decade mark is, "I don't either."

 

I do like to tell funny stories, mostly about myself. Why? That seems to be the safest approach in our world since it is ever so hypersensitive. Funny stories can be very embarrassing. I am vertically challenged. Some call it short. I remember one time getting on the elevator at the company where I worked. It was a little crowded, but this very attractive lady standing in the back blurted out, "Well look at you, it's so good to see you again." My countenance changed, and I was about to give her my response when the taller fellow who had pushed in behind me said rather loudly, "Yeah, it's good to see you too." I didn't have a mirror, but I imagine my face looked all potted meat and purple. That was a very long time ago, but because of the mistaken identity and the overload of embarrassment, I do still remember. I wouldn't doubt that it may have happened around the time the song came out saying short people have no reason to live. ('Short People' written and sung by Randy Newman, 1977) I used to measure 5 feet, 7 inches tall; however, the home health folks informed me that I am not so slowly shrinking. I wondered why my pants legs were getting longer. Ha! As you can readily see, it doesn't bother me, not in the least, no, not at all. You did hear me right, not at all. I thought that might brighten someone's day, especially all you taller people. God does love us where we are, but He doesn't intend for us to stay there. While I am almost certain not to grow any taller in the physical realm, we all, those who are God's very own children, have every opportunity to grow spiritually taller and also stronger up and until we draw our last breath. That's what He wants us to do. He does. He really does. Amen.

"Hymns are like a spiritual language that transcends time and space, allowing us to communicate with God in a unique and profound way." - Unknown

Today. It is Tuesday, August 11, 2026. I pray all are well as we continue our journey together on the planet. We had the Southern Gospel Group, Greater Vision, with us at our local fellowship of believers this past Sunday evening. We have hosted many different singing groups over the years. Have you ever noticed the difference between those who are great entertainers versus those who seem to communicate God's voice right smack into your hearing heart? That's how I felt when Greater Vision sang. It was much more than a concert. Don't get me wrong. The music was great, the vocals wonderful, but the lyrics were both heart- and gut-wrenching, many of them written by the very performers on the platform. It was a very special evening. Maybe it was because I needed to hear what they had set to music? Fair enough. I will say this about that. We, in our home, probably watch and listen to more religious music reflecting many different genres than most. That doesn't make me an expert, but it does mean I know when God speaks through the medium of lyrics and music. I do. I really do. I mentioned before the impact that the 34th Psalm set to music and sung by the Brooklyn Tabernacle Choir has had on my life. It's on YouTube. I dare you to, no, I double dog dare you to look that song up and see what it will do in your life. One of the principal singers on that recording is Durell Comedy. He has sung that song at our local fellowship. I met him, gave him a hug, and I told him what that one song has meant in my life. That song has been viewed and listened to by millions. It has. It really has. Durell is currently the worship pastor at one of our very large sister churches here in our area. I think I wrote about this for a reason. Entertainment versus God-honoring lyrics that Holy Spirit God prompts the heart to respond. I report. I decide. And you can join me if you would like. Ha! (To be clear: Professional Southern Gospel singers are typically paid for their appearances, and it usually is their full-time jobs.)

 

I didn't check with the grammar czar regarding my tone in that first paragraph. I actually do worry about coming across too preachy. At the same time, let me be honest. I don't envy anyone who analyzes almost anything I have produced. I mostly am happy when it finds its way onto the electronic page. I do obsess over it at times, and like the other day when I used a Bible verse out of context, it actually bugged me until I could correct it in the next edition.  I well remember seeing a number of my essay papers with x's, circles, fact questions, and more notes than could be counted, all in red. One day I asked one of my instructors why that much corrective information had been scribbled all over my writing. She said something like this. Son, you have potential. Because you do, I want you to be the best you can be. That is why I spent that much time on your work. I know I have problems with run-on sentences, dangling participles, subject-verb errors- you name it, I'm probably guilty of it. I used to blame it on the Apostle Paul, who penned one sentence comprising between 207 and 257 words depending on the Greek text variant. (Ephesians Chapter 1, verses 3-14) Yeah. I know. His words were Holy Spirit God-inspired. Mine are not. You can quote me on that. Ha! May God add His blessings. Amen.

"Blocking childhood memories is a natural defense mechanism. The brain hides painful or scary events to help a child survive emotional overload. This process is also known as dissociative amnesia." ~ copied

Hello out there in never-never land, better known as the wonderful world wide web, the Network, or the internet. We all know it can be used for good, and it can also be a tool to advance all manner of evil. It is always my desire to share God-honoring and encouraging words during our daily time together. Today's edition is dated Monday, August 10, 2026. I read the other day that researchers have found that many of our most vivid memories turn out to be different than we had believed. Vivid. Memories. I've worn out my welcome talking about my own experiences regarding my memory issues, especially my earliest years. As best as I have been able to understand, this was caused by a blocking mechanism connected to the unexpected sudden death of my dad in January, 1954. I've always prided myself on having exceptional recall. But those early memories before age seven seem to be locked away, and thus far, no amount of probing has been able to unearth them. As I approach my 80th, I am seeing some age-related memory issues, but so far it is considered to be more or less in the normal range. Born in 1946, I've always thought there must be some pretty good stuff in the proverbial Al Gore Lockbox. (Dated reference: Look it up.) I am proud to say that I am getting closer each day to that glorious time when none of this concern will matter anymore. Meanwhile, I still find myself at times searching to uncover things from those lost years. They say on average most people can remember some things as early as age 2. Imagine the treasure trove I would have to write about if I could find that key. Ha!

 

I've heard my siblings talk some about their memories of those years, but my mom never wanted to relive those traumatic times; therefore, I'm left with bits and pieces, and none of them belong directly to me. I hear you. If that's the worst thing I can come up with, I must be in pretty good shape. I agree. But as they say, I'm just sharing. I can think of the very worst thing that could happen to anyone. That, my dear reader, is to leave this life without having put their trust in Jesus as Savior, guaranteeing an unending life with Him forever in eternity future. That's not all. Hell is real, and it is the destination of those who have not responded to the Cross, where Jesus paid for their sins. That would be the greatest of all tragedies, for anyone, period. If you read this writing wherever you happen to be, anywhere the internet carries this blog, you can avoid hell and gain heaven. You can. You really can. And, you can do it, now! Here are the simple truths that can change your destiny: Bad news, Romans 3:23: "For everyone has sinned; we all fall short of God’s glorious standard." Even worse news, Romans 6:23: "For the wages of sin is death...." Good news, Romans 5:8: "But God showed his great love for us by sending Christ to die for us while we were still sinners."The best news of all, Romans 10:13: "For everyone who calls on the name of the LORD will be saved." Reading these truths, if God the Holy Spirit is speaking to you, respond by doing exactly that: call on Him, ask Him to save you and change you. He listens to the heart, and it is a childlike response to Him who died for you. It is. It really is. I've been talking about remembering. The Bible tells us about a thief who was crucified alongside our Lord. In the Gospel record we read, "Then he said, 'Jesus, remember me when you come into your Kingdom.' Jesus answered him, 'Truly I tell you, today you will be with me in paradise.'" Luke 23:42-43. (All Bible verses copied from the New Living Translation, NLT.) Okay. That's it for today. Don't forget to show up tomorrow, where, Lord willing, I will have even more stuff to throw onto the electronic page. Amen.

Romans 15:13: "May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit."

Good morning and welcome to a brand new day. It's Friday, August 7, 2026, and I do hope our time together finds you and yours doing well. Hope. As believers, that is the foundation of our time here on the planet. I may hope it rains today, but that kind of hope finds us wishing it to be so. Our hope in God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Spirit is based on a sure trust and a foundation of certain expectation. I am not hoping to make it to heaven; I know that my hope is in Jesus the Christ who died in my place for me. Having placed my faith in Him and His finished work on the cross, I am assured that when I die I will go to heaven. Don't get me wrong. Each of us can be beaten and battered by the storms we face in this life. That's because we live in a fallen world and bad things happen to everyone, believers included. These storms come in the form of pain, anguish, failings, disappointments, and losses of all kinds. These challenge our faith, and at times we may wobble due to the weight we are carrying. Even in the midst of these tough times, even when the enemy of our soul whispers in our ear words of fear and discouragement, we find our hope, and it's not based on circumstances; it's based on our Savior and His provisions to us. Here's an excerpt from a song I remember from my own experiences in dealing with challenges as well as seeing others dealing with great times of difficulty and heartache: 

 

Bow the knee
Trust the heart of your Father
When the answer goes beyond what you can see
Bow the knee
Lift your eyes toward heaven
And believe the One who holds eternity
And when you don't understand
The purpose of His plan
In the presence of the King
Bow the knee

 

Song: Bow The Knee, written by Chris Machen and Mike Harland 

 

I cringe when I read the Book of Job. Sure, we know in the end how his faith is vindicated, and he is restored; however, scholars suggest his suffering was endured for as long as several months, up to two years. That, my friend, is hard to fathom. How could this be? Only God. Yeah. That's the answer. Only God. Job's suffering and even his crying out, trying to make sense of his catastrophic agony, it all was in God's plan, purpose, and in His timing. Only God. Those of us who have placed our faith in the Lord Jesus Christ have His promises confirmed in both the Old and New Testaments: Deuteronomy 31:8: "The Lord himself goes before you and will be with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged" and quoted again in Hebrews 13:5. That's what we have to lean on folks and I encourage us all to do that very thing today. "Lord, help me to do the same." Amen.

"Tone plays a significant role in how your message is received and can make all the difference between successful communication and miscommunication." ~ Forbes

I will do my best to make today's visit shorter. We are dealing with Thursday, August 6, 2026, and we need God's help to make today what it can be. In fact, we need the help of God, period. The other day, the artificial intelligence piece of my grammar program offered some insight into my style of writing. I was informed that my writing would be better received if I worked on my tone. Thank you very much for your input. I am not sure what this is about, but I am clear on what it takes to find out. Money. Yep. If I were to upgrade to the professional level, I could get help with my tone. And guess what? I can even try it for zero dollars. Sounds great. Right? There's typically always a catch. Can I get a witness? If I do the trial, at the end of the period, I would engage an automatic subscription to the professional edition. Always read the fine print. That reminds me of my cataract surgery. It was going to be breakthrough wonderful, but since I didn't purchase the special lenses, I now must have reading glasses for reading anything smaller than a billboard. I'm not trying to be critical here, but that was not what I was told. I'm not inclined to upgrade to the professional grammar program; therefore, I will leave it to you, my readers, to let me know what you think about my tone. If it helps, I am considering switching from tenor to bass in our choir since most of the modern contemporary music has the tenor part written somewhere up in the stratosphere. That does change my tone, doesn't it? Ha! For the time being, I will continue to provide my blog on the basis of what you see is what you get, or WYSIWYG for short. At the same time, your comments are always appreciated. 

 

This is the same program that even dares to correct Bible verses I copy and paste to share. Really? It thinks it can correct the breathed-out Word of Almighty God? That's a little over the top and I do realize it is only suggesting corrections to the translation being used. Even that is a little much if you ask me. I will share this tidbit with you. The wife of my youth often says this to the husband of her youth: "It's not what you say, it's the tone you use when you say it." I should have known she was in cahoots with the grammar program. Ha! I think I do trend towards being a wee bit acerbic at times, even though I do not mean to deliver it that way. I can ask her a simple question, and man oh man, the response is how I made her feel like she doesn't know anything. News to me. I didn't have a clue the sound of my question implied that kind of connotation. This means I have something to work on. I know. At my age, it's a little late in the game, but there is always room for trying to do better. Believe me, there's even a better reason to work on how we talk to each other: Ephesians 4:29: Say only what helps and builds others up based on what they need. Colossians 4:6: Keep your speech gracious and pleasant, like food seasoned with salt.1st Thessalonians 5:11: Encourage and build each other up every day. Truth is, we will never really arrive until we finally get 'there'. (IYKYK.) May God add His blessings. Amen.

"Bible verses out of context leads directly to false doctrines, twisted meanings, and the rise of ancient heresies. The early church fathers warned that isolating text from its whole meaning breeds division and spiritual error." ~ copied

Today is Wednesday, August 5, 2026, and I bid you a hearty hello along with a prayer that God will add His blessings as we continue our journey here on the planet. I open today with an apology for using a verse from Hebrews Chapter 6, Verse 3 yesterday: "And this we will do if God permits." I used that verse in a generalized sense, trying to indicate that we can make plans, but we are still subject to God's decisions in keeping with His will. And our lives are indeed in His hands, and He is Sovereign. However, that particular verse is specifically connected to the believer's growth in Christ as outlined in the 5th and 6th Chapters of Hebrews, indicating we can't grow on our own terms; we must be true to God's way. Therefore, I used the verse validating a true point, but the verse itself does not necessarily prove that point. Why does this matter? Using a verse out of its proper context is just flat out wrong, period. Here are some verses often used to portray something different than their contextual meaning:

 

 Jeremiah 29:11 ("For I know the plans I have for you...") Out of context: Used as a personal life promise for individual success, career growth, or happiness. Actual context: Written as a corporate letter to exiled Jews in Babylon who would be stuck there for 70 years before a future national restoration. 

Philippians 4:13 ("I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me") Out of context: Used as a motivational slogan for athletic achievements, tests, or personal goals. Actual context: The Apostle Paul writing about being content and finding physical satisfaction whether he is facing severe poverty, hunger, or plenty.

Psalm 46:10 ("Be still, and know that I am God") Out of context: Used as a gentle self-care tip or peaceful meditation reminder. Actual context: God telling warring, raging nations to drop their weapons and stop fighting against Him.

Matthew 7:1 ("Judge not, that you be not judged")Out of context: Used to claim that no one can ever point out wrong behavior or call out sin. Actual context: Followed by instructions about removing the log from your own eye first so you can clearly help your brother remove the speck from his.

 

The verse I shared sounded so good. It did. It really did. I typically check before I share. I do. I really do. Here is my excuse. I was in a hurry to get my blog published since we had the last lesson in our seven-week men's summer Bible study on the Church property at 7 a.m., a 30-minute drive for me. My response to my excuse. Not good enough, buddy. Again, my point in sharing the verse was to show how we are totally dependent on God in every breath we take here in this life. Here is the sentiment of our total dependence upon God, Proverbs 16, from the 'A Faithful Version'  (AFV), rendering:

 

 Proverbs 16

~ 1) The preparations of the heart in man, and the answer of the tongue, are from the Lord. 2) All the ways of a man are clean in his own eyes, but the Lord weighs the spirits. 3) Commit your works unto the Lord, and your thoughts shall be established. 4) The Lord has made all for His own purpose; yea, even the wicked for the day of evil. 5) Everyone who is proud in heart is an abomination to the Lord; though joined hand in hand, he shall not be unpunished. 6) By mercy and truth iniquity is purged, and by the fear of the Lord men turn away from evil. 7) When a man’s ways please the Lord, He makes even his enemies to be at peace with him. 8) Better is a little with righteousness than great revenues with injustice. 9) A man’s heart devises his way, but the Lord directs his steps. 10) A divine sentence is in the lips of the king; his mouth should not transgress in judgment. 11) A just weight and balance are the Lord’s; all the weights of the bag are His work. 12) It is an abomination for kings to commit wickedness, for the throne is established by righteousness. 13) Righteous lips are the delight of kings, and they love him who speaks what is right. 14) The wrath of a king is as messengers of death, but a wise man will pacify it. 15) In the light of the king’s countenance is life, and his favor is like a cloud of the latter rain. 16) How much better it is to get wisdom than gold, and to choose understanding rather than silver! 17) The way of the upright is to turn away from evil; he who keeps his way preserves his soul. 18) Pride goes before destruction, and a haughty spirit before a fall. 19) It is better to be of a humble spirit with the lowly than to divide the spoil with the proud. 20) He who handles a matter wisely shall find good, and whoever trusts in the Lord, happy is he. 21) The wise in heart shall be called prudent, and the sweetness of the lips increases learning. 22) Understanding is a fountain of life to him who has it, but the instruction of fools is folly. 23) The heart of the wise teaches his mouth and adds persuasiveness to his lips. 24) Pleasant words are like a honeycomb, sweet to the soul, and health to the bones. 25) There is a way that seems right to a man, but the end thereof is the way of death. 26) The appetite of a laboring man works for him, for his hunger urges him on. 27) An ungodly man digs up evil, and his lips are like a burning fire. 28) A perverse man causes strife, and a whisperer separates chief friends. 29) A violent man lures his neighbor and leads him into a way that is not good. 30) He shuts his eyes to devise perverse things; and moving his lips, he brings evil to pass. 31) The gray head is a crown of glory if it is found in the way of righteousness. 32) He who is slow to anger is better than the mighty, and he who rules his spirit is better than he who takes a city. 33) The lot is cast into the lap, but the whole disposing of it is from the Lord. ~

In this passage, you have what I really meant. Before you throw rocks at me for sharing an entire chapter, consider these facts: It takes about 1.5 to 2.5 minutes to read 33 Bible verses. This estimate is based on an average reading speed of 200 to 250 words per minute, assuming an average verse length of 15 to 20 words. And you can never go wrong by reading the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth as provided to us in God's Holy Word. Amen. 

“It's like my father always said to me, he said to me, he said, Roseanna Roseanadana, it's always something. If it isn't one thing – it's another! It's always something.” ~ Gilda Radner, 1946-1989, Comedic Actress, 'Saturday Night Live'

I showed up early today because we have men's Bible study at 7 a.m. this morning. I am present, but not necessarily operating on all 8 of my cylinders. Not to worry, because I know how to get by with only 5 or 6 of them working. I am aware that some have noticed I have not been all there for some time now. I not only deny the allegation but also the allegator. (I know this is a common misspelling of alligator, but I chose to make the word fit the allegation. Got it?) This is how I'm working to get up to speed on this Tuesday, August 4, 2026. I am. I really am. I cannot tell a lie. Truth is, I am feeling mighty fine and thankful for God's wonderful mercy and grace. The opening stuff was just messing around. While many consider me to be a very serious-minded person, and well they should, I do have a wee bit of whimsy in there somewhere. We did visit the neurologist yesterday for the wife's follow-up appointment since she had an unexplained loss of consciousness while driving a couple of months ago. Since then, she has not had any other episodes or symptoms; therefore, her specialist released her to return to her regular routines. (She was pretty much doing that anyway, but she most likely would not have wanted me to report that to the doctor.) To keep me from saying anything at all, I stayed in the waiting room and did not accompany her for the consultation. When she came out the door, I immediately asked what the doctor said, and she told me he said everything was fine. This does not mean I will be riding with her anytime soon. If she asks about that last statement, please tell her you are not certain what I meant. That will not be a great surprise to her. It won't be. It really won't be. Ha!

We left the neurologist's office, and about a block away I saw a large sign with this inscription: Foot Massage. I mentioned to the wife I had been interested in trying a foot massage to see if it would help with my diabetic induced neuropathy. She told me we should check it out. I pulled into the parking lot, got out, went in, and the fellow there was an Indian American from India. He showed me a price list, and I opted for a 30-minute reflexology massage. He showed me to the padded table where I was to await service. Shortly, he brought a container of warmish water, and I put my feet in. He then had me lie back on the table. He removed my cap and glasses and then started working on my head. Hello? He did not speak much English, so I thought I may have miscommunicated. After massaging my head for a few minutes, he started working on my shoulders. After a couple of minutes of doing that, he put a towel over my eyes. Finally, he started working on my feet and my lower legs. He worked them over pretty good. Bing, bam!, a slap here, a rub there, and that went on for the rest of my thirty minutes. Since it was my first time, I'm not sure I ever completely relaxed. When I came out, I paid the man, and the wife asked how it went. I told her it may have helped some, but I didn't suddenly feel like doing a triple axle in the parking lot. I know. Thirty minutes may not be the best test, but at least I found out a little about how things go. I do think it may have helped my balance some, and that's not all bad for a fellow who, in just twelve days, will join the 4% Club, Lord willing, and that's those who are 80 or older. Such good news. Right? Yes! And Amen!

"We all live inside bodies that will deteriorate. But when you look at human beings, they're capable of very decent things: love, loyalty. When time is running out, they don't care about possessions or status. They want to put things right if they've done wrong." ~ Sir Kazuo Ishiguro, Japanese-British novelist, screenwriter, musician, and short-story writer.

As Willie Nelson wrote, "My, ain't it funny how time slips away". How true that is for those of us who have seen a lot of wear and tear during our sojourn here on the planet. Today is Monday, and, get this, it is already the 3rd day of August, 2026. Wowie-Zowie! I used that one, causing the spell-checker to emit smoke from its electronic brain. Ha! This past Friday evening we continued our association with the Cow from Chick-fil-A. Seventeen years of association with the franchise owner of these two locations, and we have, thus far, lived to tell about it. How ironic is it that some of the counter workers and kitchen help were not even born when we first started our Santa journey? Yikes. These kids would not recognize a busy signal when trying to use a phone; delivery of phone books; Blockbuster rental returns; TV Guide; Floppy Disks; and so many others we dealt with they wouldn't ever remember unless they saw it in a history book. I heard a pastor say the other day how the fellow leading their Junior Department had never heard of Diana Ross. See what I mean? I think we should give them a break because they do know how to operate the latest technology gadgets that cause us to pull our hair out. They speak the languages of Roblox, Fortnite, and Minecraft, and they can input information on their cell phones faster than a speeding bullet. Many of us do that using the old-fashioned hunt-and-peck approach. They represent the TikTok generation, but there is good news. Whether these youngsters are wearing the Cow suit or waiting on customers, they show love and respect for everyone, including Santa and Mrs. Claus, and we are forever grateful for that. We are. We really are. 

 

As I get ever closer to the 80th year of my sojourn, I can't help waxing somewhat philosophical. For many years I've loved the music and the sentiment expressed in the song, 'Goin' Home'. The history of how it came about is interesting: Dvořák's Symphony No. 9 was premiered by the New York Philharmonic at Carnegie Hall on December 16th, 1893. The composer died in Prague in 1904. One of Dvořák's students, William Arms Fisher, put words to the longing melody from the second movement. He called the new song "Goin' Home," and had it published in 1922. Fisher died in 1948, but the song lived on. I particularly enjoy the rendition of the song lyrics by the great tenor, David Phelps. You can look up David's song on YouTube and many other platforms as well. Here are the lyrics:

 

 Goin Home

 

Goin' home, goin' home, I'm a goin' home
Quiet like, some still day, I'm just goin' home
It's not far, just close by, through an open door
Work all done, care laid by
Going to fear no more
Mother's there, expecting me
Father's waiting too
Lots of folks gathered there
All the friends I knew

 

 

Nothin's lost, all is gain
No more fret or pain
No more stumblin' on the way
No more longin' for the day
Goin' to roam no more

 

 

Morning star lights the way
Restless dream all done
Shadows gone, break of day
Real life just begun
There's no break, There's no end
I'll be living on.
Wide awake with a smile, going on and on
Goin' home, goin' home, I'm a goin' home

 

It's not far, just close by, through an open door
I'll be goin' home, I'll be goin' home
I'm goin' home, I'm goin' home
Lord, I'm goin' home

 

 

That, my friend, may sound a wee bit morbid to you, but for me, it's a reminder of where I am headed. It is. It really is. Another song says, "I've got more to go to heaven for than I had yesterday." I do hope that's your longed-for destination as well. I do. I really do. May God bless each one. Amen.