Saturday, September 17, 2016

cogitating again

So, this morning, I was relaxing, listenning to the radio, when my ears were assaulted by a commercial for tires. What penetrated my mind was the idea that if you purchased so many of certain tires you would get an immediate rebate of $75.
 
I guess, over my lifetime, I have benefitted from rebates of some kind. However, this morning the idea just struck me wrong. If the business has the money to give an immediate rebate, why not just lower the price that amount? Ah, but as the old circus owner once quipped "a sucker and his money are soon parted". Why do we like the idea of getting something back, more than having a lower price?
 
Guess that is why scams are so popular where you are invited to send a thousand dollars to recive a million dollars; only to realize you won't be getting anything.
 
My old father-in-law said it pretty succinctly, "too soon old, too late smart!"

Thursday, September 15, 2016

Raindrops keep falling on my head

OK, so I woke up this morning, 5:00. The parking lot outside was damp, but drying out. Then, around 7:00 I noticed the dry spots were damp again, but it was not raining. Then around 8:00 it started raining.

I have been waiting all summer for this. It has now been raining for about three hours. There has been soft rain, and hard rain, but all in all it is rain; and beautiful. Interspered within all the rain are occasional lightnings and thunder boomers.

The weather guessers on the radio are saying temps in low 70s, but sunshine by tomorrow.

So, let me see, humidity is moisture in the air. How funny that when it rains all day, there is not the uncomfortable sense that heat and humidity normally bring. In fact, when it rains all day, it seems to bring the temps down to reasonable levels.

Anyway, I enjoy the rain. Remember the Everly Brothers record: "I'll do my crying in the rain"? Then when I was a child, there was "Singing in the rain".

So much for cogitating on the rain. Enjoy your day.

Friday, September 9, 2016

Lamenting

Did I say, that I hate laundry day?
 
Laundry day, today, is so much different than when I was a child. I remember washing the clothes, then hanging them out on the line to dry. Yes, all year around. I remember bringing in clothes and sheets that were frozen solid. Once the clothes dried on the line, they were brought into the house, and using a large bottle with a cap with holes in it, all the clothes would be sprinkled, rolled up and placed in a basket. Then would come the time to iron everything. Yeah, that was laundry day back then.
 
Then, in the Marine Corps, laundry came once a week. In boot camp we washed on cement tables, then hung them up to dry. In Vietnam, we didn't have any laundry service, so, when you thought about it you would soap up your face, and utilities, then rinse, and wear them while they dried. The rest of my time in the Corps, I did my own laundry, which entailed washing, using a dryer, and ironing. There did come a time when I was able to send a lot of my uniform items to the cleaners.
 
Well, today, I find myself walking the 34 steps from my apartment to the laundry room carrying two laundry baskets of clothes. When the dryer is through cooking them, I fold them up and put them away. Well, it does take some time. Washers have a 30 minute cycle and dryer has a 45 minute cycle. So, it takes me about three hours. Then on other days, when I include the sheets off the bed, that entails three loads and adds another hour and a half.
 
Some might say, find yourself a wife and let her do the laundry for you.  Nice thought. I have had three of them, and found out each time, if you want it done right you do it yourself. How well I remember my first wife, wanting to perform her wifely duty, and doing my laundry; she washed my "wool worsted shirts" in hot water. Yeah, you guessed it, they shrunk up almost half the normal size. I guess people must no longer be taught to separate whites from coloreds. One of my wives turned my white tshirts pink. Definitely do not go well with military uniforms.
 
Well, if I haven't said it before, please know I hate laundry day. But like so much else in life; you do it, get through it, and go on with life.

Friday, September 2, 2016

Well, last Saturday evening my baby married her best friend. It was an awesome wedding, and reception. Her nieces and nephew were involved in the wedding, and his nieces were also involved. It is so awesome when events come together in such a wonderful way.

Just after the rehearsal, I was sitting and talking with the pastor, who is an old (not age wise) friend from back when I was pastoring. As we spoke, I was reminded of something that has accumulated over the years in my mind.

The Hebrew “YHWH”, that we pronounce as “YAHWEH” carries the connotation of male/female. During the Creation event, when God said, “Let us make man in our own image” He was referring to man being also male/female. That is God’s image.

A rabbi friend of mine informs me that according to the Torah, Adam lived and had relations with each of the animals that were created; along with giving them names. After mating with each of the animals God determined none were adequate to meet man’s needs. God stated that it was not good for man to be alone. Rather than chop the man up to separate the male from the female, God removed a rib from the man, and using it as a foundation formed the woman. Is it not interesting, that the form given to the woman, was almost a mirror image of the man? When the two were put together they truly became one.

Perhaps that is why Scripture admonishes us that a woman shall leave her father and mother and cling to her husband. Scripture also informs us when a man and a woman have sexual relation they become one. How true. They become one in more ways than one. The sexual union truly cements them together, which is why we find divorce to be so traumatic. And probably indicates why people experience so much loss and pain after having many sexual unions. Marriage of one man and one woman completes the oneness that is the image of God.

Sunday, August 16, 2015

them was the days

When I was young the days were fun and filled with things to do. The terrible words, “you’ve been grounded” were the worst words ever sounded cuz that was when I knew. The great outdoors so big and wide was lost, cuz I was stuck inside I couldn’t wait for it to be through. The only punishment worse than this was having to baby-sit my sis if you’ve been there, you know its true. Life was different way back then kids weren’t collared, or in a pen the great outdoors held lots to do. We’d hunt for arrowheads on some hill and laugh each time our bike would spill those were the days in which I grew. When I was young the days were fun and filled with many things to do.

Thursday, April 30, 2015

Naggin at my noggin

OK, let me think about this for a minute. So, a number of “scientists” , who are vegetarians/vegans, tell the world that meat is bad for people’s health. If we want to live longer we need to stop eating meat. In the back of my mind, I am thinking, cattle and chickens eat only vegetables, they have never been known to be carnivorous, at least as far as I know. Then, in another part of the back of my mind I think, vegetables for the most part do not grow wild...first of all, they need fertilization to blossom. Well, where does fertilization come from? Generally, mammals, so, if you are a totally devout vegan...how can you eat veggies that have been fertilized by mammal waste? Of course, there is now the advent of scientifically generated fertilizer that has the propensity of bringing forth bigger and better veggies, but that begs the question, “Is genetically modified food better for us?” Of course, there was a time when we didn’t hear so much outcry about food being bad for us; but that was before the government started giving out money for scientists to chase after pipe dreams. That brings us back to the adage, “follow the money”. I suppose this probably stands true for global warming/climate change, also. Not to mention urban sprawl. So, we labor to earn a living, while giving part of our wages to people who are elected to make financial decisions based on what is important to them, rather than the common good. And speaking of the common good, “common core” seems to have generated some intense emotions across the sphere. There was a time when “school” related to the three r’s readin, riten, and rithmatic. You know, 1 + 1 = 2, 2 X 2 = 4, 4 / 4 = 1? The ugly truth is, part of the mass exodus from the old world to the new world had to do with individuals being able to make the best of their life. Schools were set up to teach children a common language, to recognize the letters and put them together to make words and to understand the words. It is difficult for us, in this day and age, to realize there was a time when only the wealthy, and titled, were able to read and write. The masses were illiterate and ignorant, they did what they were told to or died. This new world turned the old ways upside down. And now, we are once again faced with the “elite” attempting to place the masses back where they belong. Never thought you would see the day where parents would be considered outlaws for teaching their children to read and write? Well, welcome to the new, new world. Sadly, those who refuse to learn from history are doomed to relive it.

Monday, April 20, 2015

Mother's Day remembered

May 10, 1998 TITLE: Mother: God’s love with skin on TEXT: More than one INTRODUCTION In her book, Stick a Geranium in your hat and be happy, Barbara Johnson, uses the line: “If it was going to be easy to raise kids, it never would have started with something called labor”. She agrees that motherhood is a labor of love. Then, she reminisces about a story she came across. “It seems an angel slipped out of heaven and spent the day roaming around the earth. As the sun was setting, he decided to take along some mementos of his visit. He noticed some lovely roses in a flower garden, plucked the rarest and most beautiful, and made a bouquet to take back to heaven. Looking on a bit farther, he saw a beautiful little baby smiling into its mother’s face. The baby’s smile was even prettier than the bouquet of roses, so he took that, too. He was about to leave when he saw the mother’s love pouring out like a gushing river toward the little baby in the cradle, and he said to himself, ‘Oh, that mother’s love is the prettiest thing I have seen on earth; I will carry that, too’. He winged his way back to heaven, but just outside the pearly gates he decided to examine his mementos to see how well they had made the trip. The flowers had withered, the baby’s smile had faded, but the mother’s love was still there in all it warmth and beauty. He discarded the withered flowers and the faded smile, gathered all the hosts of heaven around him, and said, ‘Here’s the only thing I found on earth that would keep its beauty all the way to heaven – it is a mother’s love.’” Which caused me to see a mother as, God’s love with skin on. BODY A. Psalm 131:2 (Surely I have composed and quieted my soul; like a weaned child rests against his mother, my soul is like a weaned child within me.) The Psalmist speaks here, of his trust in the LORD. The best example David could find, to demonstrate what he felt when he trusted in God; was the idea of a weaned child at its mother’s breast. Anyone who has been around a small child that has not been weaned and is being nursed, knows that when you hold a baby with its head near your chest, the baby will push against you, and may get agitated if it isn’t able to receive nourishment. A weaned child, on the other hand, can rest in its mother’s arms, with its head on her chest, and not have to search for nourishment. Nothing is as peaceful as being held, by a mother. Psychology tells us that a person who is deeply disturbed, or troubled, may rock back and forth to overcome the distress. This is attributed to an innate memory of a mother rocking a small child, especially in times of trouble. In Deuteronomy 33:26, Moses tells the Israelites: “The Eternal God is a dwelling place, and underneath are the everlasting arms.” What better place could there be to live, than in a pair of arms? Isn’t it exciting that God put our arms in such a place that whenever we hold something precious, it is held close to our heart? Moses has given us a perfect impression of the love of God, “the Everlasting arms”. What child is not at peace when mom is holding it? In verse 28, Moses goes on to say” “So Israel dwells in security.” Do you remember how secure you felt during a storm, or when something was going on that you did not understand, to crawl into bed beside mom, and have her wrap her arms around you? B. 1 Kings 3:16-26 In this passage of Scripture, we are treated to the heart of God that is implanted in mothers. Two women were fighting over a child, and each claimed the child was hers. Of course, without a birth certificate, it would have been pretty difficult to identify who the child really belonged to. The writer of this story, is quick to tell us that both women were prostitutes: which tells us that neither woman had a living relationship with God. We are led to believe, today, that prostitutes do not want to have any children. Back in those days, prostitutes were outcasts from society, and had no chance of ever having a solid family life, or anything they could call their own. A son would at least give them something to put their hope in. Could this be a key to understanding the teen pregnancy crisis our country is faced with today? We have effectively taken God out of the school, out of the work place, and even out of the home. So many, today, have nothing to hang their hope on. Especially those young people that grew up without parental closeness, who may be desiring to have a child that they can love the way they had not been loved. Solomon’s way of uncovering the mystery of who the child really belonged to, was to offer to divide the child in half, then each woman would have half of a dead child. Neither one would have a child to hang any hopes on. The real mother refused to allow the child to be cut in half. In spite of her sinful life, the real mother refused to allow the child to be killed. How like God, who does not want anyone to be taken from Him, or killed to satisfy some fanciful right. John 3:16 tells us, “God so loved the world that He sent His only begotten Son that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have eternal life.” It is God’s love for us, that caused Him to do something to save our lives; our spiritual lives. If we could only see how much it hurts God to see any of His creation die separated from Him, we would understand the urgency of Christ’s command to go and teach, and save souls. C. Matthew 23:37 and Luke 13:34 Both passage have Jesus saying” “How often I wanted to gather your children together, just as a hen gathers her brood under her wings”. When children have had a bad day, when their world seems to be coming down around their heads, mom’s sheltering arms, are the sure fix, for whatever is wrong. Whenever a child gets hurt, the greatest medicine they can receive is mom, holding them and speaking softly to them. So often, mom is our first line of defense. When someone is after us, it is always great to have mom on our side. Dad generally has the responsibility of making sure that the family has food; but it is mom who insures that everyone is fed properly. D. One last illustration should help us to see mother as God’s love with skin on. Scripture tells us that Jesus has sat down at the right hand of God; and that He ever lives to make intercession for us. It has been a topic of conversation for many years, especially among people who have been spiritual giants; that their mother had prayed for them fervently. Many have said; “Had it not been for a godly mother faithfully praying for them, they would have been lost for eternity”. Many of us have heard testimonies by aged grandmothers who have prayed for one of their children that they eventually gave their heart to the LORD. CLOSING In closing, I want to read an article dated 1946: My last night at home was a sad one. Mother wetted my face with her tears all night, with the one message, “Our last night. You are going to a land called the grave of the white man. This is your funeral.” She went down into the valley that night, came up with the vision, bade farewell with a glorified face, the only person that did not weep. Her only girl had been held loosely until the test came. Mother won out. Three years later I was on my deathbed. That terrible water fever was claiming me. Only a few hours to live was the announcement. Fever over 105. Won’t go down. Hemorrhages of the kidneys persistent. Vitality gone. Had but one occupation, praying for mother. Suddenly fell asleep, glad to go to be with Jesus. But woke up, free from the awful pain and burning fever, normal. Nurse flew into a panic. Drop to normal too sudden. Coma! Soon lapsed into sleep again, supposed to be the last one. But woke up normal and stayed normal, and was up at my work again within a two week period. Clearly a miracle! Two months later a letter came from home, but this was not from my mother. They had carried her out. She died in an agony of prayer for her only girl the same hour in Chicago, in which the girl, 10,000 miles away, had come back to life again. Letters took two months from Chicago to our station. There was no means of cabling in that day. But the heavenly wireless was even then in fullest operation. The burden fell upon her. She fought the fight for my life, not knowing why. She had reckoned with the Eternal and so I live today. Alma E Doering I began this message with a quote from a book by Barbara Johnson; I would like to close with a poem that Barbara has on the last page. Don’t despair so of your children, God will bring them to the fold – Because He died to save them They’re special to the LORD. He know how much you love them, He loves them even more. As long as you hold on in prayer, He’ll not close the door. Even now He sees your tears, And He whispers tenderly, Of love that conquered all – That all men might be free. So lay them at His altar, Let go and leave them there – God will be faithful to your trust, He won’t withhold His care . His hand will ever nurture, No matter where they roam – And He won’t be satisfied ‘Til He sees them safely home. – Joyce Henning You see, mother is God’s love with skin on, because mother lives close to God, depends totally on God, and is obedient to God and God’s Word. And mother won’t be satisfied till all her children are safely home!