Faith

I just celebrated another birthday. Every time I turn around, I have another birthday.

Mourning heats us holding a living memory. The personal process weighs tons of feathers dipped in cement or can feel like a bundle of hot rocks taped to our chests. The length and depth of reminiscing is addressed in faith whether or not we actively believe in God, or even pray to Him.

I was headed for the washing machine, with an oversized load, in my arms. I heard the back door open. It had been locked. So, it had to be one of my children. They all have a key. I walked in the kitchen and heard some squeals. I knew who that was. My great grands from Oklahoma. There she was!

“I will speak of the glorious honor of thy majesty, and of thy wondrous works.” Psalms 145:5 On our way to Big Bend years ago, Pam and I visited Hondo, Texas. There was the familiar sign: “Welcome: This is God’s Country. Please don’t drive through it like Hell”.

My Dad would be celebrating his 111th birthday on August 5th. I will bake a cake.

I’ve been bouncing back after a health hiatus and thought I was doing well. I still have some coughs and sneezes, but they are slowly diminishing.

A beautiful, wild deer stood between me and the road; I needed to take. I was on my way to church. For long seconds, we stared at each other. She couldn’t decide if I meant danger or not. I enjoyed watching her. But, if I didn’t proceed; I’d be late for prayer meeting. I didn’t want that to happen.

In 1984, I became the Pastor of The Magnolia Baptist near Vinton, Louisiana in a community called “Big Woods”. It was a utopia for anyone wanting peace and quiet. The church was so hidden on a backwoods road that that there were days that not a single vehicle passed through “The Woods”.

One cannot underestimate the value of good health. Physical and emotional well being depends upon our mothers and fathers until we are old enough to wash our hands, brush our teeth, and know to drink water when we’re thirsty.

In my life, time has a way of getting out of control. If I could control time, I would be a very happy dude. My one question in life is, where does time go? And, can I retrieve it? The other night, The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage and I sat in the living room watching a little TV.