Some Days Are More Like This Than Others-
Feels Quiet
And, as you have come to expect, more here.
Yeah. Love Your Neighbor, Man
A Song I Really Like for Some Reason
Jokes I Like to Tell
One time there was a church down South that followed the old-timey custom of holding a week of special meetings every fall, and calling it “a revival.” They had been doing this for years, and everybody enjoyed it. The only fly in the ointment was the fact that there was one particular young man who, about five years before, had really gotten into them.
He attended every one of them, showing up early, and lingering long afterward. He was an enthusiastic participant, in other words. There wasn’t an invitation given that he wouldn’t respond to. The only unfortunate thing was that this very visible approach to revivals was the only visible thing about this young man’s Christianity. What he came up short on elsewhere, he made up for with intensity of feeling in the course of the meetings.
One particular evening, the preacher was a-heatin’ up, and it looked as though he was about to give the invitation. And, sure enough, that’s what happened. As soon as he said, “Every head bowed, every eye closed . . .” and as soon as the organist started to play a little soft, background music, this young man leapt up out of his seat, and went forward. The church had a altar rail across the front of the church, and the young man knelt there, and it appeared that he was praying earnestly.
Suddenly the organ music stopped because the organist had to switch songs, and needed to get the music off the top of the organ. And in that sudden silence, the whole congregation could hear the young man saying, over and over again, “Lord, fill me. Lord, fill me. Lord, fill me.”
And a second later, they could also hear, from the back row of the church, an elderly woman, wife of one of the deacons. And she said, “Don’t do it, Lord. He leaks!”
Things What Make You Go Hmmmm
Close to Home
That Sounds Pretty Darn Good
On Second Thought . . .
There is a leading medical theory that says that George Washington died, not from illness, but from the repeated bloodlettings they used to try to cure him. It is supected that he had nothing more than a case of the flu, and had the quacks who were treating him just let him be, he would have made a full recovery. Future medical historians will make good money saying similar things about “the ’20s pandemic” in all kinds of documentaries, and overweight middle aged men will nod their heads and say “what a shame, its a good thing we’re so much… Read more »
Moses himself wrote, under the inspiration of the Holy Spirit, that man’s days were seventy–eighty if he was blessed. 5,000 years later, it doesn’t seem like we’ve moved the needle at all. For all our trillions of dollars and man-hours trying to stave off death, trying to postpone the inevitable by just one more day, we have very little to show for it. Other than the ruination of suffocating medical bills. This is not a universal invective upon the medical community, advances in life-saving treatments, and what not. Nope. It is, hopefully, a sharply pointed stick shoved in the chest… Read more »
Don’t touch Jared right now….he has been on fire…