Reflections On a Snowstorm, Ditch Babies and Things That Will Kill You

We had a snowstorm today. It was snowing when I left for work this morning at 05:30 and it was still snowing when I left for home at 1800. I'm not sure how much we got but some of it was grainy ice pellets, fine as beach sand. It was hitting the metal roof at work and it sounded like a sandstorm. The nasty weather was good for one thing though. Customers either stayed home or closed early today. The result was that I got home earlier than anticipated. I suppose I will pay for it tomorrow.

The mayhem on the bypass was minimal. I only saw 6 ditch babies tonight as opposed to 16 during the last snow blitz prior to Thanksgiving. That must have been training day. If you are unfamiliar with the term "ditch baby", I am not talking about a Flemish pastry. That would be a "dutch baby". What I am talking about are those who do not know how to drive properly in winter weather conditions and put their vehicles into the medians and ditches of highways and roads and then cry about it.  For a better pictorial explanation, please see below. This was a particularly talented ditch baby.

 When I got home, the driveway was clogged with fresh ice snow. I was imagining it freezing solid over night and becoming impossible to move, so I broke out the snow blower and shifted the snow. I have a long driveway and a small snow blower so it took me about an hour and 20 minutes to giterdun. I briefly toyed with the idea of waiting for my cousin Joe to come and plow me out in the morning, but I kept picturing Dad wandering out into the driveway in the middle of the night in pursuit of the people on television and then falling down in the snow on the driveway. That thought and the thought of staying inside and listening to him while he watches the cleft palate kids infomercial was enough to propel me out into the cold to blow snow in the dark. Such is my life.

Once the driveway was blown, I came back in and fixed dinner. Dad had Stouffer's Mac and Cheese and I had Hot Links. Johnston's All Beef Hot Links are one of my favorite foods. I think they will probably kill me, but what a way to go. I prepare 4 of them in the microwave. They cook for 3 minutes and 30 seconds. I lay out 4 low carb Aztec tortilla on a paper towel. I lay a thin slice of Kraft habenero pepper cheese on each tortilla. Then I roll up a hot link in each one. Spicy, juicy, chewy, delicious. What else can I say? I love them. It's no wonder I have cholesterol poisoning. Then I chase it with some rainbow sherbet.  Stop laughing Eric. I love rainbow sherbet.

I think I need to go to bed now. Back to work at 0600 again tomorrow. Could be an interesting day.    

The Last Week of the Year

This is more informational than anything else if you are looking to get the Ground Hog to come out and play. I am going to be spending a lot of time at work this week; 0600 to 1800 for sure and probably later each day on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday. I will not be available. I gave two people the week off in the office and I have another on medical leave. It should be a short bout of suffering and New Years Eve day should be a short day for me. I might also add that my writing will be sparse if not non-existent. Ya, don't get excited. I'll be back.


After that, in the New Year I will be available again for morning coffee at Caribou in Pleasant Hill or any alternate destination. Shoot me a text if you're interested in talking or call me and we will set something up. I will talk about anything and listen to what you have to say. I am humble and lovable and cuddly. Never mind the sharp teeth and claws.

You get extra points if we do not know each other well. Come on down and lay it on me. You might get a free book out of the deal. Don't be scared. It's just me,

Did I say that?

Single-Mindedness

Sunday school was good today. Dave brought a lesson about single-mindedness. That's not the same as narrow-mindedness or close-mindedness.

Single-mindedness is focusing on one thing so that it can permeate and season everything else in your life. That one thing would be dedication to a life in Christ. The idea is that by focusing on Him, it will change and improve everything else we do. It will make our lives unfold and happen in a way pleasing to Him and in our best interest as well.

Here is what Jesus said at the end of my favorite part of the Sermon on the Mount.

Matthew 6:31-34

So do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ ³² For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. ³³ But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. ³⁴ Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.

Devotion to God and everything that goes with that should be our single-minded pursuit as believers.

If we do this, He will take care of our needs. It probably will not be a six bedroom house, 3 cars and a boat, but if we pursue Him single-mindedly, He will see to our needs. 

What I have found in my life is that even when I was not pursing Him, He pursued me. Praise His Name; I have always had a job, a roof over my head, food to eat and transportation. I was not always happy or content in those days, but He was taking care of me, even when I was not paying attention. In recent years, my lack of contentment and peace drove me back to Him in ways that I had not expected. It has been a difficult learning process, but the contentment is taking shape and form and my concern about the essentials is waning. It may just be that I am at that time of life where one takes inventory and gets ready to meet Him. Whatever. I am reliant on Him. I cannot live without Him. 

Peace and hope are major gifts in this life. He has given me both.

Do you want some of that? He is waiting to hear from you. 

Blog Traffic Is Heavy Today

I'm not sure what's going on, but there seems to be excessive traffic on the blog today. The Russians are particularly active. I cannot help but wonder if the various intelligence services are doing security sweeps of the internet. Here's what it looks like.This is a very unusual pattern for TDGH.

Entry	Pageviews
United States	65
Russia	31
France	8
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A Christmas Report

Well, it was good to see Dad's side of the family on Friday. All seemed to be well, or at the very least, much better than it was in November for them. We went to Alison and Hal's, which was a change, for the usual Spaghetti dinner. Aunt Mel had hip surgery. She seems to be recovering in good fashion and she was glad to see me. Maybe it was the pain meds, but when people are glad to see me, I will take it, drug induced or otherwise. :^) All kidding aside, she seems to be recovering well. Her progress is encouraging. Praise the Lord for that!

Uncle Dick made the spaghetti sauce. It was excellent. There was a choice of regular and spicy. I had some of both. They were of excellent quality. Two plates full for me and many others. The meat balls and Italian sausage were excellent too. Special thanks to Hal for helping to boil the pasta. It was as it is supposed to be - aldente! And thanks Alison for the bread and salad.

Many cousins and 2nd cousins were present. Scott and Kim and Alison and Hal have certainly learned their multiplication tables. They have more than made up for my lack of offspring. The gene pool is safe in their hands or wherever it is.

Kinsey and Stephen (hope I spelled correctly) were back from the UK. I should say that Kinsey was back. Stephen was visiting. His home is in the Mother Country. They both seem terminally happy. It must be a magical land. I will have to go over and visit some day. Maybe I can take a ferry over after I visit the Emerald Isle. Not to put too fine a point on it, but we all know there would be no England or western Europe without the Celts. If it were not for the interruption of those Vikings, all the world would be Irish by now. But I digress.

To Jeremy and Leanne and Kim and Neal, I bid you a delayed Merry Christmas. I know how much Kim must be missing me by now. We have not seen each other in years. She probably thinks I'm dead or in a nursing home. All things in good time.  

Anyway, now that I know the world is in the safe hands of my younger cousins and second cousins,
I guess I can die. I keep thinking there is something else I have to do before I can be excused. That remains to be seen, but thanks family for a good time and good food yesterday. Glad you got to see me!

I am so funny.

"When Man Forgets His Creator, He Forgets How To Create"

In his review of the most recent chapter in the celluloid operas of Star Wars, John C Wright offers some wise words. I would encourage you to read the whole thing at his blog. Be warned. If you have not seen the film, there are some apparent spoilers. For the record, I have not seen it and I will not see it. The Star Wars franchise has become a tool of the elite, one worlders. I will not go into that now.

Anyhow, in the midst of his review, Mr. Wright says this:

"Why can’t the modern Leftist tell a decent story? Even when he is copying a good and healthy-minded original scene by scene in a paint-by-numbers fashion, it turns out sick-minded.
The answer is ultimately where all ultimate answers reside, in the deep places of the soul.
When we forget God, we forget how to tell tales. I submit that when a man forgets his Creator, he forgets how to create. Anyone raised in the Church is raised with compelling and impressive stories from childhood, from the tragedy of Eden to the epic of Exodus to the divine comedy of the Resurrection to the awesome high-tech special effects extravaganza of the Apocalypse.
We conservative Christians live inside a story, and we are curious about pagan stories, seeing even there glimpses of the universal light. Pagans are never curious about any Christian story, but repelled, for darkness hates the light. Political Correctness is not a story but a political manifesto, a complaint, a call for political change, a boring sermon we’ve all heard endlessly.
Our modern story tellers live in this arid and airless and lunar landscape of lifeless policy statements. Their characters are wooden puppets, merely stand-ins for whatever current political figures are they wish to mock or applaud. Their plots are borrowed without understanding what it is they borrow."

Mr. Wright is right. Maybe you have not noticed, but prior to the early 1960's Americans were the most prolific creators and inventors on the planet. Now all we seem to be able to do is drag out what was once old and try to remake it and we do not even do a good job at that.

Look at the arts, movies, music and entertainment. Everything is a rehash of the original. Modern paintings look like they belong on Mom's refrigerator and not in a museum. Popular Music has changed very little with only occasional aberrations. Movies are remakes. TV is a vast waste land. No one writes books that will one day be classics.

Our left brains are dying. It's that place where our souls reside. We have abandoned it for a mess of technical and politically correct pottage that strangles creativity and stifles the natural urge to seek God.

Western culture needs an enema. I think God will be giving it one shortly.

     

Know Jesus, Know Peace; No Jesus, No Peace

I am aware of the bumper sticker nature of today's post title, but for me and millions of others, it is true.

Jesus gets me through the day. No matter how manic or depressed I may be, He is there encouraging me with eternal hope. Frustrations come and go. Grief visits occasionally. Feelings of dread or angst or anger or injustice or guilt plague me from time to time. But when I refocus on Jesus, when I put my hope in Him and live moment to moment in His grace, then I begin to live again.

He is my anchor in this life. Without Him I would be lost. I am so glad that He stopped by 2000 years ago to show us the way out of the weeds and into the high and fertile ground.

It's true that Christmas is not my favorite holiday. I am not convinced that it is Jesus' birthday. It is however, a good time to reflect on what He did for us while He was here.

1.) He taught us how we should live, how we should treat each other, what it means to be truly righteous and then He lived that life.

2.) He showed by His own example what it means to to sacrifice in this life for others and for God.

3.) He taught us that to be loved, we must love first.

4.) He brought us eternal hope; the knowledge that we would one day again see those we loved here that have gone on before us.

5) And He showed us His grace for the poor choices that we all make from time to time in this life.

You see, faith in Christ is not all a "pie in the sky", suffer here, glory in eternity type of thing. We can have those moments here and now. Victory is as much a state of mind or a location for the soul whether we are in the body or out of the body. We can and do enjoy that peace that passes understanding in the here and now.

This becomes a mystery passing strange to those that know us and do not believe. All I can say to you is turn your eyes toward Jesus. I do not care what your problems are with the church or with the Bible. Start with Jesus. Go to Him in prayer. Seek Him out. Find some peace and hope. Over time your tears will become tears of joy and not tears of loss.

Merry Christmas      

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Merry Christmas To All and To All A Goodnight

John C Wright is a sci-fi/fantasy writer with many books in print and numerous writing awards. He is also a Christian. He said this on his blog on 12/21/2015.

"The time for submission is past.
Christians have been slandered, libeled, demeaned, and buffaloed by a very small and very patient group of Leftwing zealots who have somehow convinced the world that there is no place for us in the this world: no place for our nativity scenes at Christmas, no place for Christian marriage, no place for the Ten Commandments in our courthouse decorations, no place for historical accuracy, reality or truth in our lives, and no prayers in our schools.
Enough is enough. We outnumber them. It is time to drive them from our midst, and return our civilization to being civilized.
Let us be Christendom again."

John is right and that is no pun! They must tolerate or convert. Barring one of those two outcomes, they must go.  I am tired of it. I will no longer be squeezed by the haters on the left and in other intolerant faiths. Your fascist path to social justice will fail you in the end anyway. Y'all are so done. I'm here and I'm a Christian. Deal with it.

Merry Freakin Christmas

The Day Before The Night Before Christmas and Bob Ross

That's what today is ya know. And now that we've discussed that, I want to do what I did not do yesterday; talk about yesterday morning's events.

'Events' might be too strong a word. Maybe they were coincidences or happy accidents as Bob Ross would say. Whatever they were, yesterday morning was good and that's no accident. If you do not know who Bob Ross is, all I can say is, Google him. He was a painter that gave art instruction on PBS back in the 70's and 80's. He always had an excellent attitude. You need to see one of his shows to appreciate him. The man was always happy.

Anyway, getting back to yesterday, I had coffee with another "Bob", one of the pastors at my church. This part was planned. I always like to talk to him. He is easy going, intelligent and down to earth even though his head seems to be in heaven all the time. Kind of like Bob Ross in some ways I guess.

While we were having coffee, things started happening that I do not think were accidents. There were two people that walked into the coffee shop that entered our conversation; one of which I had  befriended and another which "Bob" had befriended. We talked to both of them. One is a member of our church. The other is not. "Bob's" friend is  a local LEO and she had been to our church once. "Bob" is trying to get her to come back. I may try to help "Bob" with that. I just have to get up early enough to catch her at Caribou in the morning. I do not know for sure, but I believe she and I may well have something in common. We will see what happens. The Lord works in strange ways.

I have never been one to notice these happy accidents. I have always gone about my business, living in my head, not noticing what is going on around me. However, lately I find that somehow there are people being put in my way and I feel motivated to talk to and befriend them. This is not at all like me, but I think I am going to go with it and see what happens. The whole process seems to make me happy. Yes, odd, I know. Nevertheless, it is happening and it might all be much more than just a happy accident.

Any happy accidents in your life? Look for synchronicity. Google that one too. Very interesting topic.

Time to go to work. Hope you are done Christmas shopping. Love ya! Later.      

Monday, December 21st

Happy winter solstice. Today is the shortest day of the year in terms of daylight hours and it is also the official beginning of winter. It will mean that from here on out into the new year, day light will be on the increase. The sun will be coming back. It will soon be Ground Hog Day and then spring after that. Bring back the green. I long for the the green. Even bass are green. Kewl.

The neighbors came over last night. We had a long discussion about very little, but it was good to see them and talk...and Beverly, my cheesecake settled down and stopped jiggling about 8:30 PM and I put it in the fridge for Friday.

I'm taking Dad to the doctor today for his quarterly check up. He does not remember Dr. Smith even though he just saw him in September. Next month he goes to the heart doctor.

Talked to my friend in Kansas last night. He and his family were preparing to depart for Kirksville. I hope they find their way safely. He had some attitude last night. I will have to discuss having respect for his elders after Christmas. I suppose if you preach for a living, you deal with elders all the time and it might be possible to lose respect. Whatever. I'm sure Santa Claus is bringing him a lump of coal and switches.   

Church was good yesterday. Sunday school was informative and uneventful. In all, the weekend was good.

I feel wonderful.

What more could I want?

2016

When I was a teenager I figured out that I would be 43 years old in the year 2000. When I was 20, I did not think I would live past 30. When I was 30, I was moving air freight and not thinking about anything else. When I hit 43 I thought, "well, I made it after all". Now that I'm 58, it's going to be 2016. In a couple of weeks we will be 15 years into the new millennium.

I have to say that I am pumped. I know I'm on the down hill side of life here, but I am excited about the remaining future. Transition lies ahead for me. I think I will have something useful to do, whether I am working or retired. I want to grab the last bits of life here before the last transition and leave a mark that will take awhile to fade away. I have hope for now and eternity. Let's do this 2016 thing. I am ready.

No resolutions. No promises. No oaths. Just life lived day by day in victory. This is my goal and my challenge and I never set goals people!

I am a bit disappointed that there are no flying cars yet, but we do have drones, so I am even hopeful about that.

The sun is shining and the Son is Shining. I see no downside to this global climate change thing. The West is collapsing and I do not care. Something better may rise out of the ashes.

And friends, if Jesus comes back, all bets are off. That would be the best of all possible outcomes.

What are you thinking about next year?   

I Am Called To Faith, But Am I Called To Be Nice?

There are people in the world and in the Church that have this picture in their minds of "nice Jesus". I have had unbelievers tell me that I did not live up to the standard Jesus set for me because I was not "nice" about something. I have heard Christians come up with the same thing. "Would Jesus say that?"

All I can say is that I do not believe these people have read their New Testaments and especially the gospels.

Jesus would excoriate people regularly; particularly the religious class of His time. He would have no truck with people that would put their religious traditions before God and His law. He also had issues with religious people that would try to insert themselves between God and His people to control them.

Jesus regularly gave the Pharisees and Sadducees a beat down for their hypocrisy. Read Matthew 23. You will see what I mean. There is also Jesus' encounter with the same types in Matthew 15. Jesus is accused of violating the traditions of the elders by not washing His hands before eating. Our Lord pummels them with God's truth. Then the disciples ask Jesus in 15:12, “Do you know that the Pharisees were offended when they heard this?”

Well duh! Do you not think that was the idea? Of course they were offended. Jesus' entire life was an offense to them

Then there were His true followers. They were not so much hypocritical as they were ignorant. Countless times in the gospels Jesus says to His own disciples, "Oh ye of little faith...". He takes them to task constantly for failing to put the pieces of reality together that He has given them so they can get the big picture of what He was (and is) trying to do. The light does not really go on for them until the Holy Spirit comes in power in Acts 2. By the time they really "get it", He is gone, but He has left them the tools to get this new kingdom, the Church, underway.

And that brings me to the apostles as they were in the early Church. Were they "nice"? Well sometimes, but I think about how Peter called down judgement on Ananias and Sapphira and how Paul would take his own Jewish brethren to task as well as the Gentile Christians and I think that Paul was not always nice.

Why do you think it is that people find the Bible so offensive? It's because it points to us and says we do not measure up and we need to repent. To be completely frank, in our age, it pisses people off.  When we put our own selves before the will of God as expressed in scripture, we can either be offended by being called out or we can submit to God in faith and seek forgiveness.

The gospel is offensive. It is not nice. It demands obedience and threatens eternal damnation to those that refuse God's will and Word.

But it also offers eternal life...

My thought is this. Surrender to Him. He loves you. Make His will your will. If you do that, all those offensive things that you might sense coming from scripture, will no longer seem so offensive.

So am I not being nice or am I just telling you the truth? Sometimes they go together don't they?

Of course, there are times when I'm really not nice. You can call me on it if you like. I will try not to accuse you of not being nice :^)  

The Duck Walk

Maybe you haven't noticed, but when we reach a certain age, we start to walk like ducks. What in the Sam Hill is that about?

I do not think I'm doing it yet, but you would say something if I was walking like a duck right?

Is it arthritis that brings this on? I used to think it was about weight. You see fat people that have to move one leg out and around the other to walk properly, but I also see senior citizens doing the duck walk that are not X-sized and I cannot figure out why they do that.

My 79 year old father seems exempt from this. He walks more like the Tim Conway 'old guy' character from the Carol Burnett show. He also looks like a question mark if you get a side profile of him on the move, and I use the term "move" very loosely. When he climbs into my Toyota, it's like watching a three toed sloth climb a tree.

I understand the slow part. It comes with age. But the duck walk puzzles me. Next time you are in a public place, watch the senior citizens and that you tell me what it's about. Maybe it's meds. It baffles me.  

Did God Set Us Up To Fail?

The short answer to that question is....maybe.

Now you who grew up in the church as I did are probably saying, "wait a minute; are you saying God is unjust or unfair?" My answer is no, I'm saying God is God. He knows way more than we do about what we think and how we are made and who we are. It was Him that gave us choice as part of our spiritual and mental abilities. He even gave us the choice of rejecting Him or accepting Him. Initially, our ancestors chose to reject His will.

I do not think that Adam and Eve wanted a life without Him on their own, but that is the path they chose when they ate from the tree of the knowledge of good an evil and their choice is forever burned into our spiritual and physical gene pool. We are the children of fallen parents.

The odd thing is that our creator still loves us even though we continue to make bad choices.

I would argue that we are the most unique creatures in all of His creation. We enjoy physicality and spirituality at the same time. We are the envy of angels and demons and a testament to God's creativity and willingness to give up divine power to those He loves. What do I mean by that?

God is sovereign over His creation. He has ultimate control. When He gave us the ability to choose and to think for ourselves, He temporarily gave up some of that sovereignty to us. God did not grant this to any other creature; not the angels and not the demons, not any animal on the face of the earth.
We should be awed by this, but instead we have used this great gift to do as we please. Even so, God still pursues us in love.

Did God know we would make bad choices? Of course He did. He is God. Was that the plan all along? Well, maybe. Probably. I think so.

Here is why I say this. While God designed us to be able to make choices, He also made us to be His children...forever. I submit that we were made in His image and likeness, but we were never intended for us to "grow up" and become Him or replace Him as we might an earthly parent. We were to be His children forever, never quite reaching adulthood, never quite maturing completely. He designed us to always and forever need Him in our lives. We were never intended to separate from Him.

So, in this sense, God did set us up to fail. It's not a bad thing or unjust or unfair. He wants us to choose submission to Him. If you can get to that point, then you can begin to see it. The most beautiful thing in the universe. Love of the eternal Parent. He has no grandchildren. We are it. And we will always need Him.     

Cranio-Rectal Inversion

This may not be the best illustration for what I am about to discuss, but it is apt. This is the chronic disease of the political class in our nation and also many in the evangelical Christian community. Cranio-Rectal Inversion occurs when people refuse to recognize that the world has changed, the culture war has been lost and it's time to regroup.

This is where I am at today. I am going to say this once. I hope you get my point. I hate repeating myself.

If your child, whether young or full grown adult, comes out to you as gay, you need to listen to them. You need to love them and you need to love them regardless of how they are dealing with it. You may not know it now, but the day will come when you need them. This is no time for conditional love. This is the time for love, understanding and emotional support. You do not have to approve of their behavior (if there is any) to do any of this.

They will always need their family and they will need you! So pull your head outta yer ass and just do it. It will not be as painful as you might think and you both might learn something.

Church, we need to get out in front of this and be Jesus to those we love in our families and among our friends. This might seem awkward, but if your kids bring their gay friends, partners and spouses home to meet you, you need to love them the way Jesus loves you. Get with the program.

End of diatribe. Ghog Out!

The Spirit of the Season

Though I am loath to admit it, I was actually lifted into the Christmas Spirit today during praise time at church. We were singing Christmas songs and the attitude was infectious. I left feeling a bit hypocritical, but definitely more Christmassy...is that a word? Who knows.

I also got out a small, artificial Christmas tree that my Mom had wrapped in a garbage bag in the basement. It was already decorated. I only had to debag and place on a table in the living room. I told Dad that is was his Christmas decoration.

Ya, I know. It must be a wonder to live with. It's just as well that I'm not married. I would be divorced in a year. I am just too highly strung.

It has been raining here for two days and it's going to rain all night. There are standing puddles in the lawn. The dog does not even want to go outside to pee. Dad keeps watching the same infomercial over and over again. He has not ordered the product yet, but if he figures out how to do it, we will have a new Shark vacuum cleaner. You think I'm kidding? Last month he almost had a new and inferior medicare part b insurance policy based on junk mail and telephone canvassing. They had Dad convinced that he would be left without insurance if he did not respond to their pleas. People that do this should be locked up. They were taking advantage of him. He has an excellent policy with Wellmark Blue Cross Blue Shield that pays quite well when needed.

The sermon was good today. It was all about balance in the Christian life as portrayed in Romans 14. Dave said it was a bit like walking a tightrope. I'm not sure it's that precarious. Probably more like a very narrow walkway with thin walls on both sides. If you're reading this Dave, that's not a criticism. It's my perception of the passage in Romans.

My thing is moderation. We have to be moderate in everything except moderation. We have to be extreme in our moderation when we are talking about things left to the judgement of the individual Christian's liberty.  

Speaking of that, our financial adviser dropped off a bottle of Chardonnay for Christmas. I put it in the fridge. I have not enjoyed an adult beverage in 5 years. I may crack that open on Christmas Eve and break my fast. I like a good white. Maybe we will have chicken Alfredo with steamed asparagus to go with it.

I'm having coffee with a neighbor tomorrow to discuss my recent SSA announcement. I'm not sure what she wants to discuss, but I am looking forward to our time together. I was supposed to give a book to my new friend Rita today, but I did not see her at church. Rita, if you are out there, I am reserving a copy of Messy Grace for you. Maybe next Sunday eh?

I think I'm done. Talk to you tomorrow.

Shame of The Season To You Too

You know, all you have to do is express a not so positive opinion about something that everyone else likes and immediately you are deluged with shamers that want to manipulate you in to joining the group think of whatever it is.

Such was the case with my admission about my hatred of Christmas. Seasonal Effective Disorder not withstanding, am I not entitled to my opinion? I received an email from an elder of my church that was seeking to manipulate my seasonal attitude with every Christian's favorite weapon - guilt.

I refuse to participate. In this age of global climate change where it is 55 degrees on December 11, I think I should be free not to join the festivities.  While you are all being manipulated by consumerism and the hypocrisy of being nicer than normal, i.e. not yourself, I will be keeping on keeping on, a tower of consistency and moderation. 

There are those that will resort to Christmas warfare, buying unsought gifts for their favorite Christmas curmudgeon in the hope of inducing some gift giving frenzy and change of attitude. This does not work with me. Do not go there. You will walk away feeling empty and ungreeted in the proper seasonal fashion and, of course, you will blame me because you feel bad.

NMP

For the uninitiated, that's "not my problem". It is yours.

So, in the spirit of the season, let just say, "Be warmed and filled. Go thy way and sin no more". Now don't you feel better?

Seriously. Stop the Christmas shaming. It's what liberals do when they want your money for some government program that helps no one.

Where is January when I need it?      

I Do Not Have Good News

Do you remember Jeremiah the prophet in the Old Testament? He spent his entire life in service to God as His warning buoy among the people of Judah. His entire ministry was spent informing the people of God's impending justice if they failed to repent of their ways. And let me tell you, these were an evil people. They would sell their brethren into slavery for a pair of sandals. They worshiped other gods in Yahweh's temple. They had both male and female temple prostitutes. They charged the poor among them extreme amounts of usury for small loans. They also regularly ignored the laws of their God, obeying only the rituals.

It was in their minds that as long as they sacrificed regularly to Yahweh, they could get away with anything since they were His people. It was the Old Testament version of cheap grace. And it's true. The Lord was very patient with them. He warned them through Jeremiah and other prophets time and time again not to engage lawless behavior and to repent. His pleas were ignored. Jeremiah was ignored. Jeremiah had no good news for his people and they hated him. Hence judgement was inevitable.

Jeremiah spent his entire life preaching these warnings. He had no results really to show for his efforts and yet God used him for decades. I kind of understand Jeremiah. I have no good news for anyone that is facing a lifetime of same sex attraction. All I can offer is an appeal to trust God and an  encouragement to change behavior. It is a tough path to navigate for those so challenged. I cannot offer a cure nor permission for behavior by those so challenged. What I can offer is a life with the Lord that might be different from what average believers experience. Exploration of the spiritual can be a fulfilling adventure. Finding Him in daily events is even more interesting. I have, in the last two years become more attuned to Him in some ways. I can't really find words to explain it. It's like I am more aware of His presence. It's like having an invisible friend that is real. What else can I say?

If you know Him, love Him, and He will love you back. His mercy and grace are limitless and when you experience it, you will want to give back to Him in love and obedience. Relationship with your Creator is a precious thing. It's what He wanted from the beginning. It's the best thing I have found to this point in my life.

So maybe I do have some good news. What do you think?     

Odds and Ends

Someone said that people will not take me seriously if I talk about gay Christians and space aliens, but there are groups around the world that sit up and take notice when these issues come up in the public domain of the internet. Since Sunday, I have had 37 hits from Russia, 14 from Portugal and 1 each from Ukraine and the Philippines. I wonder where they come from and how they find the Ground Hog, but they do. I am glad you stopped by. You should drop me an email.  I would like to hear from you.

groundhog001@gmail.com

The trivia question at Caribou Coffee in Altoona today was, "In the song, The Twelve Days of Christmas, what is the gift on the ninth day?"

I was guessing, but my answer was correct - it's nine ladies dancing. I got 10 cents off the usual large cappuccino with an extra shot of espresso. And yes, that is quite a bit of caffeine. In the early days, I would get a warning from the attendant; "You know that's 5 shots of espresso right?". People worry too much. It was like I was going to sue them if I got heart palpitations. I live for heart palpitations. I feel alive. It's my nature to be a bit melancholy and sluggish, particularly in the morning. This beverage brings me right out of it. As a co-worker said, "Jeff, you'll get used to it".

Now I have a confession to make. I know that by now you thought you had heard everything about me, but alas, this is not so. I know some of you will recoil in horror when you hear this, but it's true and I think you need to know.

I hate Christmas.

There I said it. It's good to get it out there so people can deal with it. I suppose that the first question that comes to mind is, "why?"

It always fills me with guilt and and self loathing and I am not sure why that happens, but I'm sure there is some long, involved psychological explanation for it.  There are also the environmental factors. It is dark for extended periods of time during this season. From about 4:30 PM to 7:00 AM there is darkness. This is very depressing. I hate it.

There is also the FACT that December 25th is NOT Jesus' birthday. If you are a Christian you should know this and know better than to get caught up in all the paganism. The holiday that you are celebrating that is falsely attributed to Christ is actually the festival of Saturn. It was a holiday celebrated by the Romans and other ancient cultures to commemorate the winter solstice which I believe occurs on December 21st. The festival or "Saturnalia" lasts from about 12/21 to 12/26. In ancient times, the festival involved all kinds of debauchery.

The birth of Jesus came to be associated with the Saturnalia when the Roman government became infested with Christians. The emperor of the time, Constantine, wanted everybody off work at the same time, so he found someone that would tell him that Jesus was born during this time period. That way, Christians could celebrate the birth of Christ while the pagans were celebrating the return of the Sun and longer daylight hours. I'm with the pagans on that one. Anyway, there you have it. Christmas on a cracker.

I am also fond of quoting Jeremiah 10:3-5 to my Christian brethren when I point out the pagan nature of their holiday.

For the practices of the peoples are worthless;
    they cut a tree out of the forest,
    and a craftsman shapes it with his chisel.
⁴ They adorn it with silver and gold;
    they fasten it with hammer and nails
    so it will not totter.
⁵ Like a scarecrow in a cucumber field,
    their idols cannot speak;
they must be carried
    because they cannot walk.

It's funny every time I read it. Have you put up your scarecrow yet? Have you chosen your Christmas tree? Or do you keep yours in a box in the basement with your other Xmas decorations? 

It's about consumerism people. It's about conditional love, naughty and nice, making a list and checking it twice, and a "jolly old elf" that's more like a burglar or a voyeur or a drunk than a benefactor.

What do you mean it's about giving? Seriously? Isn't it about getting? Come on. 

How about this? How about we give to each other all year round with out any expectation of receiving anything? Can we do that? Have you ever gotten an unexpected non holiday, non birthday gift. It is so refreshing, so smile making, so joyful. 

"So when was Jesus born?", you ask. 

There are many that say it was in the spring lambing season in Palestine. This would make more symbolic sense as Jesus is the Lamb of God that takes away the sin of the world. I do have a favored time though. I believe He was born in mid to late September, just prior to Yom Kippur. 

All of this is my opinion based on much circumstantial evidence and now you know why I hate Christmas. It's all a lie, like Santa Claus and paganism, designed to make you buy stuff you don't need for people you may or may not like. 

Call me curmudgeon. Call me Scrooge. Whatever I am, I'm freer than you. Think about that one as you get manipulated into buying just one more gift that you cannot afford.

Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!  

Would Discovering Aliens Change Our Theology?

Well, would it?  Would the existence of sentient life elsewhere in our universe change what we believe as Christians? I would hope not. It's true that the Bible is very earth-centric, but it is written for us earth folks to show us the way to our Creator.  Just because the Bible does not talk about life elsewhere in the universe, it does not mean it is not there.

The reason I bring this up is due to another article in Relevant Magazine about the issue by the same title. They interview a science guy, Mike McHargue, who is also a believer and the interview is informative and interesting.

I have been a bit of a UFO buff for awhile and I have considered what that might mean for my faith and I have come to the conclusion that if I believe that God created everything, it should not surprise me that He created life elsewhere and maybe even soul bearing life. Who is to say? The immensity of our universe should indicate that it cannot be just for us. We are so insignificant relative to the size of creation, that I find it hard to believe that we are the only ones.

From there I would have to say that God probably wanted relationship with these creations too. Whether they sinned and needed redemption as our race did would be another subject, but ours is a God of great creativity and love of variety. All you have to do is check out life on this planet to know that.

Have they ever visited our earth? Do they possess higher technology or intelligence? I do not know. It has always been my contention that the great UFO flap since Roswell has been the result of an arms race with enemies real and imagined and that flying saucers are in fact our own technology. As to the actual aliens that many claim to have been in contact with; this is another question.

Jacques Vallee, who is a French physicist, has come to other conclusions. He believes that these aliens and even their "craft" are are from another dimension or perhaps even spiritual entities that do not necessarily have good intentions toward us. Vallee is not what you would call a believer, but he does seem to hold to the notion that we are both spiritual and material beings.

This is an interesting point of view. Our adversary masquerades in many forms. Could he use alleged space aliens as part of an elaborate trick to lure us away from our Creator and destroy faith? Well, maybe. This remains to be seen. If the day comes that governments begin to officially recognize existence of sentient life elsewhere and invite them among us, I suppose we will find out. Those of us that are believers will know if this is a deception of some sort I think. Others will be tricked into thinking they will some how gain from our 'space brothers' in some way.

Have you ever seen a UFO? I have and I have no clue what it was or where it originated, but it did some weird stuff in the sky. Be careful people. There are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamed of in your philosophy.

I did not say any of this. I was never here (:^))))   

Bored With Your Faith???

I have to confess that I do not understand this. I was reading a couple of articles on the Relavant website which is an online Christian magazine that seems to have an unusual fascination with things of the world. If you have an interest, please click on this.

There were two articles that immediately caught my eye. The first was "Confessions of a Drunk Worship Leader" and the other was, "What Do You Do When You Are Bored With Your Faith".

Really? A drunk worship leader? How does this happen in a large church without everyone knowing? I'm not sure. I suppose it does though. We all have our obsessions and struggles and leadership is not immune to the allure of sin or addictions that can destroy. This is unfortunate, but we are a broken people in search of a solution. Sometimes those solutions involve self medication. I understand that part. I am addicted to nicotine. I do not smoke, but I do chew. I apologize if you did not know that. I have to say it sharpens my mind when used in conjunction with caffeine. If I'm in church, I chew nicotine gum. In the 19th century there were spittoons in the church building. That is no longer the case.

I hope that this new information has not destroyed my witness with you. If it has not, just add it to the list of things you know about me and deal with it accordingly. If it gets me any points, I quit drinking five years ago. By this time, I think I will probably give up nicotine when they lower me into the cold, dark ground of the cemetery. We will see.

Being bored with my faith though is not something that has ever happened to me. God and I have spent much time together and while much of it has been instructive to me and the result of misplaced anger, I have never been bored with Him. I know He loves me and I rejoice in that everyday. We have been close because of some not so positive things, but we have been close nevertheless, even when we were arguing. He is (has been) so patient and loving with me. He is, to me, a new adventure everyday. Whatever else you might call our relationship, it is not boring.

If you find your faith walk needs constant stimulation to stay lively, maybe you need to look closer at where you are with Him to begin with. He is constantly putting things in my way to see what I will do with them. I'm kind of like Jonah. I have to get swallowed by life before I get motivated and God is always supplying the whales. I complain. He laughs and says to do whatever it is anyway.

I love Him. He is so much fun.   

Ministry To Same Sex Attracted People

One of the things, maybe the thing, that everyone had hoped would come out of my coming out was ministry to same sex attracted people. I know that it's only been a short time since these events, but what I am finding is that any ministry, at least early on, is going to be all the straight folks that have gay or same sex attracted people in their lives, be they sons or daughters, husbands or wives or what ever other combination you care to mention.

I have already been approached by two concerned people that want to talk. I do not yet know what their situation is or who it is that they would like to talk about. I know that both of these people are women that have families and husbands and children. If they are reading today, we need to set up a time to talk. Maybe I will call you here this week sometime.

I will say this to you now. There are no magic bullets that will "cure" the situation. Whatever is happening will take time to play out and you may not like the immediate result, but you need to take the long view in all this. It's hard to do that, but it is what God does with all of us. When He wants to save someone, He will use time, life events and even a person's psychological framework to pull them back into His family. Even if there is no behavior, the person dealing with it may not have a submissive attitude that God can work with. Time is the biggest factor here. When God is breaking someone, it takes time. I will tell you from personal experience as one of His most stubborn cases, that His methods are effective.

I know I have said this before, but my immediate advice to you is to pray and to love whoever it is. If it's you, it's imperative that you learn to love and respect yourself. Whether you know it or not, you belong to God and He loves you despite whatever you may think about His "oppressive restrictions". If it is another in your life, then offer them the same advice. Become Jesus to them. 

So hang in there. God is for us. Who can possibly be against us? Psalm 27

Advice to Parents of Same Sex Attracted Children

When I was 12, I would not have discussed what I was feeling sexually with my parents, but that was in 1969. Life was different then. The church was a different place. I would not even have discussed SSA with my parents at the age of 20. Mine was a Christian home and while I knew that they loved me, my perception was that even feeling such things would get me thrown out of the house and the church. That may not have been the case, but there was certainly a air of conditional love when it came to such things. But I digress.

The things that parents and children discuss today are all over the board and nothing is off the board. If your child or young adult confesses to you that they think they are gay or lesbian or same sex attracted, then you have certain responsibilities that you must observe. Love them. Accept them. Do not approve of the sexual behavior. Indeed, there may be no actual behavior to disapprove of. This is why you love them and endeavor to stay in their lives. Never let them forget where they came from and that, whatever else happens, you and Jesus still love them. Lives and life circumstances change. People change their minds. People change. Some things like love of Jesus, family and church can override a desire for sinful things. It happens. Pray, love and accept. Let Jesus do whatever else may be needed.

What you want to avoid are angry, divisive conversations that will separate you from the one you love. This is no time for conditional love on either side of the discussion. Do not burn bridges. Always leave the door open.

Many times we look for someone to blame. Parents will doubt their parenting skills. The SSA young person might blame them or even God for what they perceive they are becoming. This needs to be minimized or put off the table completely. No one knows why any one is gay. At the point where it is being talked about, it's really not relevant anymore. Everyone just needs to start the conversation where they are at. It is no time for recriminations.

You say, "but what if they choose to live gay?" I would say first, this may not be a forever type decision. It is possible to turn back. It is possible to decide to live celibate. It is even possible to explore heterosexual marriage. NEVER close the door to any possibilities.

Second, if they do not do those things, love them anyway. Do what Jesus would do. Pray, love and accept them as your children and as people that Christ loves. Let Jesus handle it once your possibilities are exhausted.

People make choices. Some of those choices are bad and some are downright self destructive. That can be minimized with love.   

Gaydar Is Often Wrong....

Seriously. No matter how sensitive you think you are to such things, you will be wrong at least 70% of the time. This is of course my opinion. I will tell you why in just a minute, suffice it to say any number of witch hunts and false outings have been caused by straight people that think they have gaydar.

Y'all need to knock it off. Do not be speculating about people's sexuality based on mannerisms or the sound of their voices or even how they choose to dress.

I would go so far as to say that, even if you are getting a very strong vibe, do not believe it.  There are those that try it early on, but they do not follow through with the rest of their lives. They learn this is not what they want and pursue the opposite sex for love and marriage.

I have known many effeminate men that I was certain were gay and they turned out to be lifelong heterosexuals that that never had a gay urge in their lives. Loving wife; lots of children. I would say the same about women that might seem more masculine than might be considered normal. Most of these women are crazy about men and that's why they join in the sports play and so on.

You think you know? I would bet we could spend a week together and you would not figure out I was a same sex attracted person. You might think I was a nerd or some kind of weird academic, but I do not think you would figure out I was SSA without help from me.

And this brings me to my last subject. Do not out people. Whether you are gay or straight, do not do it. If someone wants to talk about their sexuality in a public way, please leave it to them. It is a personal matter. If they need to speak out, they will. They need no help from the cheap seats.

From my point of view, I have come to believe it needs to be known for accountability and to build transparent relationships. Others may not be there yet and if they are young, they might like to be left alone to decide what to do.

When I was 21 I would not have even engaged in this present discussion and I was a liberal back in those days. It was 1978. I guess that might have had something to do with it, but talking about it at any age is an extremely personal decision. So I would say, if it is not a major part of your life anyway, some might want to just leave it alone. And that is as it should be.

Some might ask if this is a Christian position. I have to say yes. If someone is comfortable with their secret and it does not inhibit them in their relationship building or their relationship with the Lord, then they should stay where they are the most comfortable.

Someone might say, "I'm certain that John Doe is gay. The church needs to know."

Silly rabbit. Why does anyone need to know? The only ONLY justification I can think of for outing someone is if they are some kind of sexual predator. Otherwise leave it alone.

Joe Christian might say, "I know John Doe is gay and sexually active and he's still in the church". Well, OK. If you know there is sin in John Doe's life, do you not have a responsibility to approach him about it and talk to him? Is it your job to talk to everyone except him about it? And what if these things you are so certain of are wrong? Is it right to destroy a reputation based on what you perceive as good intentions?

Get a life people. It seems simple to say but, WWJD! Really. How would Jesus handle this situation? Would He start a whispering campaign? I'm thinking not.

Grace and Truth people! Be gentle and firm. Be sure of your "facts". Do all this out of love and not hate or fear.

In the meantime. Give up on the gaydar. You ain't got it.

The Ground Hog has spoken!   

Encouragement

I have had nothing but encouragement from my brothers and sisters in Christ since my Sunday debut. I thank you all for that. My doubts about all of this have all but disappeared. I did have a serious mood swing on Sunday afternoon after I watched the video of the event. Aside from having a face for radio which I was already aware of, I had no idea I sounded like that. I need to work on that. I also want to thank all of you that have to listen to me regularly for being so patient with this noise that I make. As for the mood swings, this has been a part of who I am for a very long time. It is not like it once was. I would say it is better, but it will probably happen from time to time. I suppose I could get a prescription for it, but I would like to retain what is left of my personality, so I doubt I will be seeking a cure for my mood swings anytime soon.

I also received a nice email yesterday from someone that used to attend at my church. I am not sure how she heard, but she does still have family in attendance. That would probably explain it.

She seemed to think that I was starting some kind of ministry. I am not sure that's what I am doing. The Lord has not given me any instruction about that...yet. I am already a teacher though, and in the spring quarter of Sunday school I would like to teach "Messy Grace" to educate people that there is nothing to fear and much work to do. This is not necessarily about SSA in particular. It's about learning to love and welcome people that are different from the average church member. This is where I "think" the Lord would like to go with this.

If there is ministry with others of my own kind, I do not know what it would be. My experience is probably unique to theirs and vice versa. We all have to work out our own salvation with fear and trembling and that process is unique from person to person in my view. I will say that there are many good people at church that you can talk to; not just me. And yes, for some reason some people see me as intimidating and threatening. I am not any of these things. I do enjoy a spirited discussion from time to time, but I do not use such things to condemn or injure others. I am not a predator in any sense of that word. I am actually kind of meek and self effacing. I know I'm bent and I will even joke about it. I know that makes some people uncomfortable. Too bad. This is me. I also have kind of a weird sense of humor in general. I will say things that I think are funny and people will not figure out they are funny sometimes until the next day. I do not know why that is, but that's the way it works. Once you figure that out, you will laugh right away.   

If you want to talk, we can. I probably do not have answers to your big questions. I don't think anyone does, but we can still talk about it.

I also know about depression, loneliness and a lack of self worth. All of these things can be valuable if used correctly. They are not necessarily negatives. They are things we can learn from for our own good and the benefit of others.

Enough. See you Church!. If you see me, do not be afraid to approach. I'm not good at meeting people either, but we have Christ in common. We will have something to talk about. Love ya!  

Snowman Comics

I Don't Know What To Say....

Here's something I failed to mention concerning the events this past Sunday that probably deserves mention. I did have one semi-negative reaction to what I did Sunday and it was not so much what I said, but the context in which it was presented. The person in question attended my church many years ago and she is part of an extended family that is still in attendance at my church. I assume she was home for the Thanksgiving holiday. I did not recognize her at first, but when she said her name, it all came flooding back.

She thanked me for what I did, but she was incensed at what followed in the sermon. I believe she is someone that has made her own peace with same sex attraction and believes that pursuit of such a life is OK with God and OK with Jesus. I'm not sure what Bible she reads, but it must not have been translated like mine.

This is not an unusual place for same sex attracted people that grew up in the church to be at in the midpoint of their lives. Because of what we are and what we desire and how it seems natural to us, we assume there is something wrong with the Bible and that God can't possibly be saying what is clearly written in scripture.

This, I believe, is a contextual issue. The Bible is not a book where you go looking for loopholes to justify behavior. The overriding theme of scripture is the brokenness and sinfulness of humanity and our need for God. Our flesh and our spirits are bent; we have a tendency toward rebellion because of it. We do not have to choose that path, but most of us eventually do so for one reason or another.

The only way to come even close to fixing that in this life is submission to God's will. That inevitably means that you will have to give up something. For me it was sex. It's the great turning away...repentance. We humans are loathe to admit that we might be wrong or that we need help or that we might need a good spiritual wash up. We justify behavior as it suits us and move forward approving of others that do the same.

The bottom line is, do you love Jesus, and if you do, then follow His commandments. It is not always easy, but it was not easy for Him to take up a cross either.

What do you believe...really?    

My Mind Is Right

I think the healing has begun. My mind is right. I feel at peace this morning with my Lord and with my friends. I have received the encouragement of the flock and even the shepherds. I feel clean. I feel known. I feel loved. What more can a man want in this life?

At some point, I have to begin returning the favor out of love for everyone that has been involved. I am not sure where I go from here. I do love teaching my Sunday school class on Sunday mornings at 8 o'clock. I think however, there is now more that must be done. I am not sure what it is. I do not know where to start, but I think I am ready to serve more fully in the Kingdom of the Living God.

As a side note....

God's kingdom is an interesting place. It has no borders, but refugees cross into it daily. We welcome you. You will not be an alien here if you accept the rule of our King. He is gentle and meek and His burden is light. Citizenship here can be expensive, but it has eternal benefits. Come on in and join us, serve with us and learn your place in His Land.

 ¹² For now we see in a mirror ^[e]dimly, but then face to face; now I know in part, but then I will know fully just as I also have been fully known. ¹³ But now faith, hope, love, abide these three; but the ^[f]greatest of these is love.

"A New Command I Give You..."

As the disciples celebrated their last Passover, with Jesus, there seemed to be some confusion about what exactly it was that Jesus was about to do. They knew He planned to establish a kingdom, but they did not fully recognize what the nature of that kingdom would be. He had in mind a kingdom where all the citizens served each other and loved each other. A kingdom like that was hard to imagine then and it is equally difficult to grok today, but that is what Jesus had in mind.

In Luke 22:24-30 at this last Passover with Jesus, we read that there was some infighting among His disciples as to which of them would be the greatest in the new kingdom. Luke tells it this way.

²⁴ A dispute also arose among them as to which of them was considered to be greatest. ²⁵ Jesus said to them, “The kings of the Gentiles lord it over them; and those who exercise authority over them call themselves Benefactors. ²⁶ But you are not to be like that. Instead, the greatest among you should be like the youngest, and the one who rules like the one who serves. ²⁷ For who is greater, the one who is at the table or the one who serves? Is it not the one who is at the table? But I am among you as one who serves. ²⁸ You are those who have stood by me in my trials. ²⁹ And I confer on you a kingdom, just as my Father conferred one on me, ³⁰ so that you may eat and drink at my table in my kingdom and sit on thrones, judging the twelve tribes of Israel.

Jesus explains to them that to be great in His new Kingdom, you must be willing to serve. 

At the same meal, John tells us what Jesus did to demonstrate this kind of service. It breaks my heart every time I read it, but it is instructive as to how we in this new kingdom - the church - are to treat each other and to be with each other.  John 13 tells us:

 
 It was just before the Passover Festival. Jesus knew that the hour had come for him to leave this world and go to the Father. Having loved his own who were in the world, he loved them to the end.
² The evening meal was in progress, and the devil had already prompted Judas, the son of Simon Iscariot, to betray Jesus. ³ Jesus knew that the Father had put all things under his power, and that he had come from God and was returning to God; ⁴ so he got up from the meal, took off his outer clothing, and wrapped a towel around his waist. ⁵ After that, he poured water into a basin and began to wash his disciples’ feet, drying them with the towel that was wrapped around him.
⁶ He came to Simon Peter, who said to him, “Lord, are you going to wash my feet?”
⁷ Jesus replied, “You do not realize now what I am doing, but later you will understand.”
⁸ “No,” said Peter, “you shall never wash my feet.”
Jesus answered, “Unless I wash you, you have no part with me.”
⁹ “Then, Lord,” Simon Peter replied, “not just my feet but my hands and my head as well!”
¹⁰ Jesus answered, “Those who have had a bath need only to wash their feet; their whole body is clean. And you are clean, though not every one of you.” ¹¹ For he knew who was going to betray him, and that was why he said not every one was clean.
¹² When he had finished washing their feet, he put on his clothes and returned to his place. “Do you understand what I have done for you?” he asked them. ¹³ “You call me ‘Teacher’ and ‘Lord,’ and rightly so, for that is what I am. ¹⁴ Now that I, your Lord and Teacher, have washed your feet, you also should wash one another’s feet. ¹⁵ I have set you an example that you should do as I have done for you. ¹⁶ Very truly I tell you, no servant is greater than his master, nor is a messenger greater than the one who sent him. ¹⁷ Now that you know these things, you will be blessed if you do them.

The Lord and Savior of all humanity bent the knee to His people and washed their feet. It was the job of the lowest servant in a household to wash the feet of visitors and strangers as they arrived. The middle east of Christ's time was a very dirty place and footwear did not do an adequate job in keeping the dirt off the feet. Here in John 13, we see Jesus taking the role of the lowest servant, washing the feet of his followers and then commanding them to serve each other in like manner. It was shortly after this, that Jesus served the entire world, offering Himself as the perfect human sacrifice before His Father in heaven to cleanse the many unwashed that did not yet know Him. It is the very foundation of His kingdom, The Church. Service and Love.

Brethren, we are to serve and love one another. It is even more important now, since the time is approaching. Let's love one another as He loves us. We are family. Let's do it.

John 13:34-35

 ³⁴ “A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another. ³⁵ By this everyone will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another.”

 

Clark Kent Is Dead

I think I have figured it out. I should be on top of the world right now, but I have not been so. Instead of being joyful I have been full of fear and dread and sadness.


The truth is that I think I have been in mourning. Something died Sunday. It was my secret identity. I can not hide behind those Clark Kent glasses anymore. He is gone. I think I have been missing him. He was so meek and mild mannered. No one would ever have suspected he was Superman. Now everyone knows.


Someone asks, "does this mean you will be wearing Spandex to Sunday school. Well, probably not, but I have always wanted an excuse to wear a cape.


And so it begins. RIP Clark. I will miss you no more.

Another Dream

I slept the sleep of the dead last night. It was incredible. At one point, I had a dream that woke me up, which is I suppose, the reason that I remember it. It was just bazaar in a way that only dreams can be. I also seemed to know that it was a dream while I was dreaming it. I am not sure how that works, but anyway, here it is.

I came home from work early. It was still daylight. There were no leaves on the trees, so I would assume it was winter or early spring. There was heavy equipment in the yard. Wood chippers, trucks with cherry pickers on the back as well as other heavy equipment that I could not identify. There were people operating all this stuff. Trees were being destroyed with no regard to where they were. It was what the warmers call deforestation. There were large holes all over where stumps had been pulled. It was a busy place. There was also machinery to fill and smooth the holes.

I asked Dad why they were there and he said that the trees were in his way. He could not see what was going on around him so he decided to have all the trees removed. Now if you've ever seen the place where Dad lives, you know there are a lot of trees. It adds a great deal of natural beauty to the place. I also know he loves those trees, so in the dream I began trying to stop the workers from the wanton destruction.

I could not get them to stop. I was running around from machine to machine yelling at them, trying to make them understand that Dad had Alzheimer's and he had made a bad decision in calling them, but they would not stop. At one point, one of the workers told me that they would stop when they were finished.

So I went back in the house. Dad was sitting in his usual spot in the sun room and for some reason, and this is really weird, there were like 15 people in the house, all under age 35 and they were smoking and drinking. It was like a party. Dad did not seem to notice them. I was telling them to get out, to hit the road, to take their party somewhere else and they were like, "Dude, who are you? We are not going anywhere."

So I called the police. I needed to get the tree people out of there  and evacuate the party people.

This is when I woke up.

So...does this mean anything or is it just random subconscious garbage surfacing? I do not know the answer.

It's true that Dad is getting stranger every day. Last night when I came home, the door from the garage into the house was locked. He never locks that door. When I asked him about it, he said he didn't know why it was locked. I have a key to it somewhere, but I could not find it so I had to go through the front door.

Then this morning I took him his medication container for the day. It was about 4 AM. It has three slots in it for three doses. Sometime he is awake at that time. Sometimes he is not. This morning he was asleep when I set them on his end table. Anyway, after I did that, I took a leak and went back to bed. When I got up at about 0700, he had taken all the medication in the container. Then he asked me where his pills for today were. When I told him he had already taken them, he insisted they were yesterdays. It is very hard to argue with a crippled mind. I did tell him before I left that there would be no more pills today. He was not happy about that, but I can't let him overdose, especially on the blood thinners. I do not know why he will not believe the things I tell him. Perhaps in his mind, I am still twelve years old. I do not know.

My life is so weird.