Monthly Archives: September 2012

Update

Sorry to be tied up with other things. We still don’t know how my mother will do.

My brother related a story to me while I was up north. He pulled up to an intersection with a stop sign. A woman was in the car ahead of him, stopped at that stop sign. He saw a pedestrian approaching and assumed that she was waiting on him.

He waited.

The pedestrian crossed.

The woman remained immobile at the stop sign.

He tapped his horn. The woman didn’t respond. The pedestrian, however, pointed at the car, held his hands up together and moved his thumbs to indicate that the woman was texting.

My brother honked his car horn more enthusiastically.

The woman held up her phone and pointed to it to indicate that she was busy texting.

Note to clueless people: “Don’t text and drive means driving takes priority – not texting.”

Family First, Of Course

My mind has been elsewhere because my mother went out to get the Sunday paper and fell, resulting in a serious head injury. She required neurosurgery and has been comatose since, so I headed north to see what I can do to help.

My parents have always been exceptionally close, so this is as hard, if not harder on my father.

Every family goes through these challenges. We lose the ones we love. We may lose them for days or weeks to an illness or perhaps a deployment or we may lose them to death. The price of love is the absence we feel when we lose those we love for even a little while.

On the other hand, love is something we all seek and cherish. It is truly a great gift from God perhaps better described as a tiny glimpse of God’s presence and love for us.

My nephew, when he visited her in the hospital kept saying, “But she just fell!” Just falling doesn’t seem like it would be serious, especially when we’re young.  Having worked in healthcare for many years, I know that sometimes the outcome seems disporportionate to the trauma, but when it’s someone in your own family, it seems just that much more incredible.

I actually have several articles already written, but they’re on my desktop computer back home while I’m using my laptop in Toledo. In the meantime, I appreciate your patience and I’ll take all the prayers that are offered.

Australia! Australia! Australia! We Love You. Amen!*

About every four years I suddenly begin to wonder what life in Australia or New Zealand might be like. 

This is one of those years.

 Every four years.

 Isn’t odd how the periodicity is so regular?

 I often listen to National Public Radio (NPR) because they tend to have interesting topics to discuss. For the past month I turn it on hoping against hope that they’ll present something interesting. Something different than what I’m seeing on television, online and even in my sleep.

 Even with my pledge, NPR is not doing their part. Drastic action is called for. (Attention NPR: You do realize I broke my pledge up into 12 monthly segments; there’s a reason for that.)

{Click!}

  “Today, President Obama campaigned…”

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 “Mitt Romney told reporters…”

{CLICK!}

 “SuperPACs…”

{CLICK!}

 “At a fundraiser…”

{CLICK!}

 Hence my fantasies about Australia and New Zealand.

Terry Gilliam Art from Monty Python’s Flying Circus

Australia has a more “devil may care” cachet, but that’s understandable. The Kiwis (New Zealanders) like to correct us Yanks when we hint that we think Australians and Kiwis are similar. They (correctly) point out that their ancestors came to New Zealand “as subjects of the crown to settle.” On the other hand, the first Australians were “sent there as punishment” since it was once a penal colony. They like to add that from their perspective it’s the Americans and Australians who have many similarities. So the question becomes, would I prefer to go to where the inmates took over, or where the people did what America could not – separate from English rule without a war?

 I wouldn’t want to give up my citizenship, so I guess it would have to be a work assignment that popped up every four years.

 However, as I think about it, the main advantage would be that from 10,000 miles away, sheltered from the campaign ads, and news overexposure I might be able to make a thoughtful, rational and intelligent choice for my absentee ballot.

 Of course another option would be to change the disclaimer on political advertisements to, “I {Candidate’s Name} approve this message and its half-truths, exaggerations, outright lies and any libelous or slanderous statements because I’m willing to say or do anything – and I mean anything to get elected.”

 *Monty Python – Psychology Department at the University of Walamaloo Sketch.

College Advice

University of Toledo – Guess whose Alma Mater?

Dear Mr. Johnson:

I have completed my evaluation of your high school records with regard to making recommendations for your choice of colleges.

I’d like to remind you that I am a retired college admissions coordinator who started her career as a high school counselor. I am in no way affiliated with any college, university, placement firm, funding resource for school loans, grants or scholarships. The $500 fee that I charge those students I assist represents the only financial consideration I receive so that you may be assured that I am making every effort to represent your best interests and only your best interests.

Your high school performance is very good. Your Grade Point Average (GPA) was 3.92 on a scale of 4.0. Wherever available you successfully completed honors or other advanced courses. During your senior year you took advantage of your high school’s program to complete English 101 and Western Civilization at the local community college, both with 4.0 grades giving you college credit. It’s always good to enter college with a 4.0 GPA.

You show a well-rounded approach with your participation in the high school band – including performing for several musicals produced by the school theater department. Likewise your participation in outside activities such as league soccer and volunteering for the Red Cross will be well received. Your active participation in your church may also prove helpful especially if you elect to attend one of the many colleges or universities sponsored by or with roots in a religious organization.

I recommend that you plan for completing both your Bachelor and graduate degrees in a sequence uninterrupted by any competing activities such as full time work or extensive travel. With your grades, American College Test (ACT) scores and background, there are a number of options available to you.

1. Your performance places you in a competitive position to be accepted in a private or even prestige school, such as an “Ivy League” institution like Harvard or Yale. The pros are that you would have a diploma from a school that is well recognized and, more importantly, you would have the opportunity to network with other students who represent some of the most powerful families in America. You would have the opportunity to study under world renowned professors, although in actuality, most of their classes are taught by graduate assistants. However, there is a good chance you might be able to actually meet at least one of these educational icons. The negatives are that while you would get a quality education, on a cost basis, your expenses would approach $250,000, even if you were to secure some type of scholarship funding. This investment must be looked at as a lifetime commitment since student loans are not discharged by bankruptcy.

2. There are other well recognized institutions that you could choose, including premiere state universities. These often have a highly acceptable academic offering paired with a well-known sports program. Often the cachet from the athletic department can translate to positive name recognition among potential employers after graduation. Alma mater recognition is more important with regard to your bachelors than for a graduate degree. However, many of these state schools provide a reasonably comparable education to the prestige schools.

3. If you are primarily interested in obtaining a degree, as opposed to an education, there are two options. First you can attend one of the so called “party schools” and pursue one of the liberal arts. This has the benefit of college being a “great experience – at least the parts you are able to remember.” If you choose this direction, I caution you to remember that a “C” average still results in a degree at the bachelor level, but you need to maintain at least a “B” in all subjects for graduate school. Since you have not been recruited by a major state school for an athletic scholarship, you may be able to play collegiate sports for a party school and even get some financial assistance in the process. The second possibility would be to attend one of the many for-profit schools. These tend to have one of two outcomes – successful completion of a degree with a large amount of debt or failing to obtain a degree and a large amount of debt. In fairness, though, many classes can be taken on line; many people have successfully completed their degree without ever having to leave home or physically meet classmates.

4. Finally there are the ordinary state universities. The professors may not be world renowned, although those teaching business or the applied sciences tend to have a solid reputation in their industries due to consulting and publishing. The athletic programs do not normally rate network television coverage, but do provide good on-campus entertainment, and with your background it is possible and probably likely that you would find a place on either their soccer team or as a kicker on their football team. You can expect a solid education at a much more reasonable price. However, with a degree from one of these institutions you will have to use what you learn to prove yourself in the workforce rather than being carried by your alma mater’s reputation.

I know this is a big decision for you. Hopefully I’ve given you some information to help you in the process. I wish you the very best in your adventure into higher education.

Sincerely,

Alice Cornell,
Independent Academic Counselor

Jesus’ Wife

A scrap of paper written in the fourth century has the words “Jesus” and “wife” on the same scrap – and the media is on it like a school of piranha on a wayward cow. (If you don’t relate to piranha – think a dozen teenage boys when a pizza arrives.) Why, this is bigger than the ossuary that supposedly contained Jesus’ bones – but, oops, that was a fake.

Does it really say “Eggs, milk, flour?”

In this politically motivated, spin doctored world, one might suspect that there are those who believe that eliminating Jesus as a Divine Being would make secular life so much easier. Can you say agenda?

Let’s put this into perspective.

If today, in 2012, I were to write on a teeny tiny scrap of paper that John Adams was actually quite the party animal and we hid that paper for 1700 years, would it be accepted as (excuse the pun) Gospel? I certainly hope not.

On the other hand, if in a millennium and a half someone finds all my semi encrypted notes to remind me of my plethora of computer passwords, Heaven only knows what they’d make of those.

Slow Cooking

I admit it.

I think crock pots should be made illegal.

I know some of you are saying, “But crockpots are so easy! I can start cooking when I leave for work and it’s done when I get home.” Sorry. I can’t accept that. The fact that it’s easy doesn’t make it right.

In case you’re not familiar with crock pots, these are designed for “slow cooking” meals. I don’t know what the original thought was (notice I didn’t say “inspiration”), but there is one and only one purpose for slow cooking.

To remove all of the flavor. Completely. Every bit of it.

Don’t believe me? Try this. Borrow three crockpots. (I’m assuming that you don’t own one; if so, good for you.) In the first, place 1 pound of rib eye steak; in the second place 1 pound of canned red beans and in the third – one pound of wet newspapers. Spice each identically. If you don’t have a favorite, try 1 cup red wine, ¼ cup Worcestershire sauce, ½ tsp. salt, ½ tsp. pepper, ¼ cup onion and 1 tbs. garlic. After four hours, open each, stir, recover and cook four more hours.

Serve 1 tablespoon from each crockpot onto a plate for each diner. See who can tell them apart.

Next, take everyone out to dinner at a restaurant and apologize profusely for ever using a crockpot.

Oh, and if you need more convincing – in the news today there was a story about a chef who murdered his wife and used a barrel as a giant crockpot to slow cook her body into mush so he could dispose of it. Yech!

 

Double Standard

We are gravely concerned that the exercise of free speech in America offends people in other countries. A badly made, amateurish movie offends the religious beliefs of some very vocal Muslims. The maker of that movie has been “questioned,” and there is an outcry as to how wrong it was to make that movie. We are at the very verge of limiting American’s free speech to protect the religious rights(?) or should I say demands of others. Their belief is that mere words or pictures demand vengeance.

On the other hand, in this country, those whose religious beliefs are in conflict with paying for abortions or birth control are told that their beliefs are not supportable. The Americans whose beliefs are minimized tend to rely on prayer as opposed to rocket propelled grenades and Molotov cocktails. They engage in vigils rather than riots.

I hope we aren’t teaching the world that violence is the more effective negotiating tool when dealing with us.

Things I Think I Know About M*A*S*H

I saw on ABC News {Click for the story} that today is the 40th anniversary of the premiere of the television program M*A*S*H – one of the most popular shows of all time. Given all the hate and discontent in the world today (or at least according to the media) I figure something light hearted might be in order.

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The television show was based on the movie, which in turn was based on the book and that was based on the author’s experience in Korea. Here are some tidbits I’ve picked up over the years that I believe to be true but cannot authenticate. Well, maybe I could, but – you know.

The movie, which was release during the height of the anti-Viet Nam movement (1970) was very anti-war. The television show was a “kinder, gentler” version.

Gary Burghoff as Walter “Radar” O’Reilly played the part in both the move and the television program.

It took Richard Hornberger (who wrote under the pseudonym of “Richard Hooker”) 11 years to write the novel.

While trying to sell the book, Hornberger was told it needed a female character. He based the character of Margaret “Hot Lips” Hoolihan on a comment from a tent mate during the war. After returning from R & R, the other soldier mentioned that he had dated a woman with “Hot Lips” – and the entire character evolved from that comment.

Harry Morgan played two separate characters, first as a general (who was a few cards short of a full deck) and later as Colonel Potter. Apparently his first appearance went very well.

Hornberger wrote three M*A*S*H novels; the second ( M*A*S*H Goes to Maine) based on Hawkeye’s return to the civilian world and his successful attempt to reunite the Swampmen. M*A*S*H Mania portrayed them as establishment types dealing with a new set of young Turks. There were a number of other M*A*S*H goes to {Fill In The Blank} books, but they were ghostwritten.

Two of the television actors actually served in Korea, although it was after the war (even though it was never technically a war because it wasn’t declared; and even though it never technically ended – we’re still just under a cease fire.) Alan Alda (Hawkeye) and Jamie Farr (Corporal Klinger) served; the dog tags “Klinger” wore were Farr’s actual tags from his service.

Jamie Farr referred to his role as quite a “field promotion.” He was scheduled to play the part of Klinger for only a few episodes but became a regular.

Jamie Farr was from Toledo and played Klinger as also being from Toledo.  In one episode they focused on Ton Packo’s Hot Dogs, a Toledo landmark.  Packo’s shipped all the fixin’s to the studio and they had a Packo’s party.  For years the pictures of the cast eating at the party were prominently displayed at Packo’s (which is also known for its extensive collection of autographed hot dog buns.)

Now you’ve just wasted a few minutes on totally unimportant information but in the process been distracted from terrorism, murder, mayhem and politics.

I think Radar O’Reilly would have approved.

Sunday Thoughts

Sunday is a time for family, church and a little R & R. At our home, this is soccer followed by dad trying to be creative on the grill. We keep trying to find more vegetables that we like grilled (we meaning the adult members of the household.) However, this does provide time to think.

Alas, I feel compelled to share my thoughts with you.

  • In reading the Sunday Comics I had an epiphany. All this work at the Large Hadron Collider in Europe is not really looking for the “God Particle.” It’s really a quest to find a way to print the comic pages even smaller.
  • Given that we have named a subatomic entity the “God Particle”, it’s best not to think of what celestial beings might refer to as the “People Particle.”
  • It used to be that kids would get physically fit working on the family farm or business thereby adding to the family’s value. Now @ almost $4.00 a gallon, just running kids to sports practice…
  • I put myself through school shooting wedding pictures using film and processing labs. I can argue that I’m a better photographer or a worse photographer because of digital cameras and Photoshop. However, I have no idea which is the truth.
  • On behalf of comics lovers everywhere… Bill Waterson and Berkeley Breathed please come back!

 

Berkely Breathed and Bill Waterson – We miss you!

P.S. For those keeping score at home – roasted corn, grill style French fries, grilled eggplant and artichokes (done the standard way); and, oh yes, I did have to add steak.

Sorry – Freedom Isn’t Free

It’s easy to forget this. It’s even harder to learn it the first time.

The news is filled with stories about countries that have recently undergone changes, particularly as part of the “Arab Spring” (now in its second or third year – depending on how you count.) There is one fundamental issue that appears to have not been accepted.

For every right, there is a commensurate responsibility.

If you have the right to speak freely, you have the responsibility to extend that right to others.

Sorry, but that’s how it works. No matter who you are.

 

I understand that it offends some peoples’ sensibilities to burn the Koran. It offends my sensibilities to burn the American flag. However, it is the protection of the freedom of expression of those with whom you vehemently disagree that is important. Protecting the rights of only those with whom you agree has a name. It is called censorship.

Killing everyone with who you disagree does not lead to freedom. Being willing to die to protect their freedom is what it takes.

So to the citizens of the world, I offer this message. Freedom isn’t easy and it certainly isn’t free. When you are willing to give your life to defend the rights of others, you’re ready. It’s a hefty price. If you aren’t prepared to pay the price, then you aren’t ready for it.

Like I said, “Sorry, but that’s how it works.”

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The New Apple iWhatever – and Other Thoughts

Both Apple aficionados and the media are salivating over the release of the iPhone 5 – or is it the iPad 3 or something. People line up and wait overnight outside Apple stores to be among the first to pay too much for a product that will be obsoleted by the nexr iProduct in only a few months. Naturally, I have a few thoughts:

 

1. I never see people like soccer moms or teachers in the line. Kids tend to drain both time and money from parents, teachers, and others who deal with children. 

2. Steve Wozniak – Steve Jobs partner in the early days of Apple does show up in line. Of course, if my ID badges said “Apple Employee #1” and I had the Apple iStock, etc. that he probably does, and if I knew my presence would get the new product featured prominently on the morning, noon, evening and eleven o’clock news – you can bet I’d be in line – and available for an interview! 

3. When I read or hear the reports of how wealthy and powerful Apple is, the following things come to my mind:

o    Bethlehem Steel

o    New York Central Railroad

o    Atari

o    DeLorean Motor Cars

o    Easter Airlines

o    CompUSA

o    Schwinn Bicycles

o    Lionel

o    Commodore Computers

o    F. W. Woolworth Company

o    Equitable Life Assurance Company

o    Enron

o    Montgomery Ward

o    Polaroid

o    Blockbuster Video

o    Borders Books

o    Circuit City

o    Sharper Image

o    Silicon Graphics

o    Readers’ Digest

o    Kresge’s/K-Mart

 

And (with apologies to Monty Python) Now for something completely different –

 

Did you realize that a metaphor can be like a simile?

 

Also, you can use a metaphor as a simile.

 

No one on their death bed regrets splitting infinitives.

 

As a writer, even at my age, I actually still do – on occasion – diagram sentences.

 

The reason that we were given so many story problems (also known as thought problems) in math when we were young was for a very good reason. So we could help our kids with their homework.

 

 

Priorities

Over the weekend I did several things. There was church and soccer, of course. I fought with my computer; the computer won, so I’m erasing everything and starting from scratch. I also built a small electronic kit.

Building something is so much more satisfying than almost anything else. Writing is okay, but ideas are ethereal, not concrete. Repairing things provides some satisfaction, but a perfect repair returns an item to its former state while building something, no matter how small, results in the existence of something new.

In my younger days I would have rushed through the process. When I was a child, model airplanes were hurriedly assembled – no patience to paint the parts before assembly. Forget using a toothpick to precisely apply glue – just squeeze the tube in the general direction. The clear canopy was soon an opaque mess of fingerprints. However, it was done quickly.

Somewhere I got a little more patient or perhaps more easily fatigued. I did some work on Friday, a little more on Saturday and Sunday and then got to the point where some testing was recommended. I knew to do it properly I needed a certain tool that I could not locate. I ordered one and will wait until it arrives before I continue.

An old joke says, “I can do it quick, cheap or correct. Pick one.” I think I understand that much better these days.

[Note: Bill Waterson has a great “Calvin & Hobbes” Sunday strip that would go great with this. Real Calvin & Hobbes fans know which one I mean. However, I do try to respect copyrights…]

9-11

I remember where I was when Kennedy was shot and I remember where I was on 9-11-01. It was a day that marked a big change for some and almost no change for others.

More people were killed on September 11, 2001 than during the attack on Pearl Harbor December 7, 1941. 9-11 was mainly civilians killed while Pearl Harbor was mainly military.

President Bush, for good or for ill, advised people to go on with their lives and not let the terrorists impact them. It sounded good at the time.

The 0.8% of Americans who wore, or later chose to wear the uniform were affected, as were their families.

Those in Afghanistan who sheltered Osama bin Laden and shielded his training camps and Saddam Hussein who falsely claimed to have weapons of mass destruction brought changes to their nations they never imagined.

Let us remember those who died here at home, and those who went into harm’s way, some of whom made the ultimate sacrifice.

Twenty-First Century Attic

In comic strips, periodically the characters are shown in the attic, and like the stereotypical island with one palm tree, the comic strip attic has certain requirements. There is a steamer trunk, a dressmakers’ mannequin and usually a tennis racket. Ukuleles are optional.

My attic is not up to standard.

However, I don’t mind since the twenty first century attic is like almost everything this century – virtual.

My wife’s computer started acting up a while back so we got a replacement. Even with Microsoft Windows “Easy File Transfer,” you never get the new computer to accept all of the transferred information and it never performs the way that you got used to with the previous one. As such, she still has some things that cannot be done with the new computer and has pieces parts of essential functions on both computers.

Add to that the fact that operating systems in general, and Windows in particular have this habit of getting corrupted over time. This is a particular problem if you load iTunes – almost as if the rivalry between the late Steve Jobs and Bill Gates is continuing. Add iTunes and the computer is never quite the same, and removing iTunes takes special incantations that may also bring down fire from the heavens, plagues of locusts and irrecoverable registry errors.

Can you guess where I’m going?

For my birthday I got a new iPod. I have a 4 year old iPod Nano, but I like a wide selection of music so I wanted a plain old Classic with 160 Gb of memory. I hooked it up to the computer and – let’s just say that when it comes to corrupting a computer the malevolent hackers in formerly Communist countries cannot hold a candle to iTunes when it comes to wholesale destruction.

I’m trying to back up my computer and reload Windows so I can use my computer and my new iPod. Twice now it has said that the disk I’m trying to save to is not large enough. I’m trying a 2 terabyte drive, but am not confident. I figured I should shed some files so I started looking around my virtual attic:

  • Every download since 2009
  • Document files from my job search starting in 2009 through 2011
  • Gazillions of soccer pictures (although everything before 2012 is on another drive and DVD.)
  • Music files I downloaded; these are the sheet music for church (@ about $2.50 a pop) and chords for popular music.
  • Graphic files I use for the blog, homemade cards, etc.

Oh, and there appears to be a virtual steamer trunk, dressmaker’s mannequin and a ukulele.

Pity Me My Muse

It was once believed that the Muses were the goddesses that inspired art, literature, science and music. My Muse is not quite so talented, or else not motivated. She does not drive me to write a symphony or paint or even write another book. Instead my Muse whispers questions in my ear that linger in my mind, unanswered and perhaps unanswerable.

  • Why is it that musicians, artists or other performers who become commercial successes and independently wealthy because they produce what people want suddenly feel compelled to abandon their fans and perform for their own satisfaction?
  • If a legend is a story that cannot be verified, does this mean that when someone is introduced as “legendary” it means that they possibly don’t exist?
  • Remember asking your parents how to spell a word and they told you to go look it up in the dictionary? Were they being funny or was it just cruel?
  • Wouldn’t it be fun to line up friends and associates for a day’s worth”free consultations” at a lawyer’s office, with each one sitting there speaking some technobabble mumbo jumbo just as incomprehensible as legalese?
  • Maybe today’s school age kids are spoiled because dry erase boards don’t have a sound that equates to fingernails across a blackboard.
  • Imagine seeing Sylvester Stallone with Woody Allen’s personality and vice versa.
  • Is there anyone so gullible as to actually believe anything beginning with the words “If elected, I promise…”?

Can you see the difficulty with which I must deal?

Heart Pounding Anticipation

I didn’t bring this up for the previous convention because there was precisely a 1.03678 in a gazillion chance that the outcome was not pre-ordained.

However…

With hundreds of people are attending the Democratic National Convention in Charlotte, NC.

Shouldn’t someone tell them that it’s already decided that the Democrat’s candidate is Barack Obama?

A Twenty-first Century Fairy Tale

Once upon a time there were three networks. These networks provided entertainment and news on the radio to people all over the country. Goldilocks tried to listen to the National Broadcasting Network, but it was too big. It had a Red network and a Blue network and Gold network and an Orange network. Goldilocks couldn’t keep track, so she tried the Columbia Broadcast Network. One day, Goldilocks turned on her radio to her favorite radio stations, but they had stopped playing radio dramas and the news and instead played the same forty songs over and over.

Goldilocks was very sad.

Goldilocks found that her networks had moved to the new invention called television. At first television was in black and white and only worked in the evening, but over time it became colorful – in more ways than one. It went from Beaver’s mom and dad sleeping in separate beds to Archie Bunker’s toilet flushing. Everyone watched the television and since there were only a three networks, Goldilocks and her friends often talked about what they had seen on television the night before.

Goldilocks became a creature of habit watching her favorite programs.

One day, Goldilocks came home and found that her television was hooked up to something called cable. It cost money, while the networks did not, but it offered more choices. When she turned it on she could watch movies that had been in theaters only a year earlier. There were channels that showed sports.

Goldilocks was very happy.

Then, things began to change. Goldilocks old networks began showing television programs with no scripts and without talented actors. They called it “reality television.” Her cable began running bizarre programs about strange people. Other channels ran old television shows from back in the days of three networks. Even the movie channels started showing the same old movies she had seen when cable first came out. Every year, cable became more expensive; it now cost more for cable than what her house payment had been when cable was new.

Goldilocks was frustrated.

Goldilocks found a new form of entertainment called the internet. At first this was very slow and clunky and tied up her telephone line, but eventually – for a significant additional fee – it connected through her cable. Goldilocks used the internet to keep up on news and entertainment. One day she realized that the news story on the “front page” of the website was the same as it had been yesterday. In fact some of the stories showed up over and over months after they had happened.

This made Goldilocks angry.

Goldilocks turned to a life of crime. After burglarizing a home and finding only a couple of bowls of porridge, she began vandalizing the place, destroying furniture throughout the house. Although she was positively identified, she is still on the loose and considered extremely dangerous. She is reported to have connected with an infamous German gang and is currently a “person of interest” in a particularly brutal murder in which a little old lady in the Cookie House Subdivision was pushed into an oven. Two other suspects, Hansel and Gretel are already in custody awaiting arraignment.

 

Security camera captures criminal vandalism

God’s Ways are Unfathomable

Jesus taught and preached so powerfully that people actually dropped what they were doing and followed Him; but they didn’t get it.

Jesus fed thousands with a few loaves and fishes, He healed those who were sick and raised people who had died; they didn’t get it.

Jesus took those who were His most faithful followers and clearly explained the meanings of the parables and the scriptures in words they could understand; still they didn’t’ get it.

They heard the very voice of God saying He was pleased with Jesus and they should listen to Him; they saw Jesus speaking with Moses and Elijah; try as they might, they didn’t get it.

They saw Jesus killed and yet rise from the grave. They saw Jesus suddenly appear in their midst. They saw him physically rising to heaven; still they were frightened and they hid because they did not yet understand.

The Holy Spirit came. They understood fully. They went out in fear of no one and nothing and shared the good news.

Off To the Pitch

Happy Saturday.

Besides being the start of football season, around this house it’s the start of fall soccer season. Since the rest of the world considers this football, it may seem like I’m being redundant, but you know what I mean.

Adam’s the one wearing white

In any case, it’s off to Richmond for my son’s soccer tournament this weekend, so I don’t know if I’ll get a chance to write much. It’s 5:13 AM as I write this and I need to start getting ready.