Going out to church yesterday morning I slipped on the front steps and fell the whole way down. It happened so fast I only know that I ended up in the snow and ice laying down by the car (that is the fastest I ever went down those stairs). I decided that since I was already by the car that if I could get up I would still go to church – and I did. There are several places on my body that ache and hurt if I touch them but overall I am still alive and kickin’ . We’ll see how I feel when I try to get to my small group at church tonight.
I have thought quite a bit this past year that my wife and family really needs someone much stronger and better than me. If they should find that someone I would bow out gracefully as I know that I am fortunate that they have put up with me all this time.
I started going through my old 45 records recently and they sure bring back some great memories. Many of them have these covers on them with pictures of the artist, you don’t get that with a cd or an mp3. I have a ton of records that I’ve saved through all these years. I have Bobby Vee, Elvis, Frankie Avalon, Bobby Rydell, Dion and many many more. I even have a couple records by “Jan and Arnie” which was Jan recording with a friend before Dean came in the picture and and and I have like a demo record by Walt the Stilt Chamberlain. If I can find a cheap desk to put downstairs by the computer I am going (I hope) to get out an old turn table and play my records now and again.
I am really getting tired of television, even the shows I watch have been losing their appeal to me. Their are a few that I still look forward to watching but that list is dwindling down a lot lately. Some of the shows I still watch regularly are “Scorpion, Big Bang Theory, NCIS (all of them), This Is Us, Criminal Minds and a few BBC shows. This week I recorded and watched what I consider the best Cop movie ever made “Bullit” with Steve McQueen and that car chase scene is simply classic.
On Valentines day this year we will have been married for 48 years. It’s been a great ride for me but it seems that everyone could have done better than me; I can’t give them the things they seem to want like in-ground pools and cruises and I am pretty boring at get togethers and parties. But I am here until they get tired of me and move along (I would have thought it would have happened a long time ago).
OK enough whining so I guess I’ll go ahead and post this.
This is the church I grew up in many, many, many, many (is that enough?) years ago.
A small church but with a congregation that worked tirelessly to serve the community. Besides the church building on their property they have a Walk In Clinic for those that can’t afford health care, a group home for developmentally disabled adults and a learning center.
Anyone looking for a church home would do well to give St John a try and if I were to still live in Tampa it would still be my choice. With that said the folks who were the backbone of the church (Mike and Olga Casanueva, Manual and Hortense Beito, and my mom and dad Charlotte and Henry Knight); of course there are others but right now these come to mind first.
Here is a link to their new website, please give it a browse and consider them for your new church home.
Yes, I am going to start whining again. I do miss the old hymns and wish they would sing them once in a while. I am getting somewhat used to the new music and the guitars and things but I look around sometimes and none of the congregation is singing along with the new music; I always thought that the hymns were interactive and it was good that the congregation sang along with the music; I sing along with the words on the screen but it just isn’t the same.
I liked the old churches like the one I grew up in that had a pulpit that the minister stood at while giving the sermon. In todays church the minister just wanders around with the wireless mic they use. Yep, the wireless mic actually is good as everyone can hear better no matter how close they sit.
The minister used to wear a robe or a collar or something so everyone would know he was the minister and being neat and formal is kind of nice.
With all of that said here is a short video I just found that I think all of us old whiners should watch or listen to:
|The Coal Basket Bible
The story is told of an old man who lived on a farm in the mountains of Kentucky with his young grandson. Each morning, Grandpa was up early sitting at the kitchen table reading from his old worn-out Bible. His grandson who wanted to be just like him tried to imitate him in any way he could.
One day the grandson asked, “Papa, I try to read the Bible just like you but I don’t understand it, and what I do understand I forget as soon as I close the book. What good does reading the Bible do?”
The Grandfather quietly turned from putting coal in the stove and said, “Take this coal basket down to the river and bring back a basket of water.”
The boy did as he was told, even though all the water leaked out before he could get back to the house. The grandfather laughed and said, “You will have to move a little faster next time,” and sent him back to the river with the basket to try again.
This time the boy ran faster, but again the basket was empty before he returned home. Out of breath, he told his grandfather that it was “impossible to carry water in a basket,” and he went to get a bucket instead.
The old man said, “I don’t want a bucket of water; I want a basket of water. You can do this. You’re just not trying hard enough,” and he went out the door to watch the boy try again.
At this point, the boy knew it was impossible, but he wanted to show his grandfather that even if he ran as fast as he could, the water would leak out before he got far at all. The boy scooped the water and ran hard, but when he reached his grandfather the basket was again empty. Out of breath, he said, “See Papa, it’s useless!”
“So you think it is useless?” the old man said. “Look at the basket.”
The boy looked at the basket and for the first time he realized that the basket looked different. Instead of a dirty old coal basket, it was clean. “Son, that’s what happens when you read the Bible. You might not understand or remember everything, but when you read it, it will change you from the inside out.” That is the work of God in our lives. To change us from the inside out and to slowly transform us into the image of His son.
Take time to read a portion of God’s word each day, and remind a friend by sharing this story.
“Live Simply, Love Generously, Care Deeply, Speak Kindly, Leave the Rest to God