Every year I hit a new bustle level. There is so much to do; only so much time to do it. A friend told me once before when I was burning the midnight oils, that he saw me as a man intensely working a log jam in a river trying to save every log from going over the waterfall. “Sometimes,” he said, “take a breath, stop scrambling and let a few go over.” It’s a waterfall week. I can’t write a thought this week except to pass on that little piece of advice as I let this weekend’s “Think About It” go over the waterfall. Think About it Maybe you too should take a breath, stop scrambling and let some logs go over the waterfall. You can go back and get them later if you must. The world won’t end because you took a break and you will probably return…
2021 April
Very few singular scriptures address all needed actions. Just because I believe and ascribe to that wonderful passage from Romans 12:17-19 (“…as far as it depends on you, live at peace with everyone…”), doesn’t mean there isn’t a time to stand with our feet planted and voices raised. I am sick of having immorality shoved down our throats, then us being characterized as “intolerant (x)phobic (x)ist bigots” when we stand against it. I have no tolerance for that kind of threatening idiocy. There is right and wrong. There is a leader (ruler) of both realms. Christ is the ruler of good and Satan the ruler of evil. Each ruler uses people to accomplish their missions. There is a continuing assault on scriptural / moral values that is now a depravity crusade. You cannot legislate common sense, but you can sure legislate idiocy. Things like H.R. 5 (the Equality Act) are…
Our son is in the market for a farm tractor. Knowing of a local dealer, I dropped by. Pulling into the dealership, I drove through the rows of used tractors first to see if I might want to enquire about one of them inside. As I drove back around to the showroom, an employee came out a door walking towards me. The scowl on his face made it obvious I was in trouble. As he put up his hand for me to stop, it was obvious I was about to be scolded. As I stopped, he scowled, “what are you doing back here?” While tempted to say I was looking for keys so I could take off in a high speed getaway on an old tractor, I didn’t. I just answered, “looking at your used tractors.” Then he proceeded to irritably inform me it was private property, and I must…