I have not been blogging for sometime due to work and other situations. The other day while sitting on the front porch drinking coffee on a warm December day, one of my neighbors stopped by for a visit. We chatted about the weather here in Missouri where one day it can be a very cold 30 degrees and the next day up in the 60's. We also inquired about each others health being the senior citizens we are.
As my neighbor sipped his coffee, he said, "Preacher, have you heard about the fiasco over at that little church on the corner?" To which I replied, "No." He proceed to tell me the story. It seems the choir and others were going Christmas caroling on a Sunday evening to various homes and afterwards to an adult only party.
The hostess had sent out invitations to a select group of the carolers or inviting them personally with the stipulation that no children or teens were to attend.
Well, it seems that on the night of the caroling, a couple with children joined the carolers. Let's just say for the sake of charity that this is a family down on its luck and whom the church has helped throughout the year. Helping them with food and other household items such as laundry soap and personal hygiene products. However, it seemed as though the personal hygiene products were not used as the body odor lingered in the air and at times made the persons standing next to them cough and gag. However, Christianity charity prevailed and no one said a word to the couple or the children.
Once the caroling was over, the invited couples ventured over to the gated community where the party was being held. The other carolers went to their homes. The party was barley underway when the doorbell rang. It was the pastor and his wife with the needy family. The children scampered in heading right for the buffet table. They began to handle the food, tasting some and putting others back on the table. The hostess and the other guest were astonished at their behavior.
The pastor said to the hostess, "We didn't think you would mind us bring this family as it is the Christian thing to do." Before she could reply, the mother and the teenage daughter were seen going into her bedroom by another guest who politely told them it was "off limits." Needless to say, the party was ruined by the behavior of the children and the adults with them. Their body odor was more pungent than during the caroling. The invited guests, who were trying to be nice, could barley stand to be near the couple or the children as they continued to dash throughout the house and piling their plates high with food from the table as well as leaving beverage glasses throughout the house.
My neighbor asked, "Preacher do you think the pastor and his wife did the right thing?" "No, I replied, "he as an invited guest knew that no children or uninvited guest should have been there. He embarrassed the hostess and the other invited guest by bringing them." To which my neighbor replied, "In my day, such persons were known as party crashers. And, I bet Dear Abby would agree with me that it was just plain rude."
For the record, I think it was rude as well. What's your opinion?
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Tom Tresh
Tom Tresh, the great Yankee baseball player, died last week. As I sit here on my front porch, remembering my teen age friend. My family had lived in Detroit for most of my life until I entered high school and we move to Allen Park.
The Tresh family lived right across the street from us. They were one of the first families to welcome us to the neighborhood. I was impressed as I learned that Tom's dad, Mike, was a professional baseball player who played with one of the Ohio teams.
Tom became a good friend as he introduced me to some of his pals and the kids at Allen Park High School. Everywhere we went, Tom had a baseball and a glove. As we walked down Ecorse Road to school or to the Howard Johnson ice cream shop, Tom would toss the ball and catch it. Spent many hours in his backyard playing catch. He had talent and good hand and eye coordination.
We lost touch after the high school years as he went to play for the Yankees and I went off to school in Tennessee. However, I shall always treasure those days he and I had together. He was a good friend.
My prayers are with his family during this time of loss. May they know that Tom touched my life in a significant way and I am most grateful.
The Tresh family lived right across the street from us. They were one of the first families to welcome us to the neighborhood. I was impressed as I learned that Tom's dad, Mike, was a professional baseball player who played with one of the Ohio teams.
Tom became a good friend as he introduced me to some of his pals and the kids at Allen Park High School. Everywhere we went, Tom had a baseball and a glove. As we walked down Ecorse Road to school or to the Howard Johnson ice cream shop, Tom would toss the ball and catch it. Spent many hours in his backyard playing catch. He had talent and good hand and eye coordination.
We lost touch after the high school years as he went to play for the Yankees and I went off to school in Tennessee. However, I shall always treasure those days he and I had together. He was a good friend.
My prayers are with his family during this time of loss. May they know that Tom touched my life in a significant way and I am most grateful.
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Still Around
I have not blogged in several weeks due to many things that have been happening in my little corner of the world. But, I'm still around.
My wife has been in and out of the hospital. I have some health issues as well as trying to put together lesson plans for my 3 courses. Our son from NYC visited briefly during the last week of August. My college classes began on August 22 and I've been going full hilt ever since. Thus, little or no time to blog.
I really miss blogging. I will be attempting to do so on a more regular basis as I get settled into the routine of school, etc.
Have a great day.
My wife has been in and out of the hospital. I have some health issues as well as trying to put together lesson plans for my 3 courses. Our son from NYC visited briefly during the last week of August. My college classes began on August 22 and I've been going full hilt ever since. Thus, little or no time to blog.
I really miss blogging. I will be attempting to do so on a more regular basis as I get settled into the routine of school, etc.
Have a great day.
Friday, August 1, 2008
Policial Phone Calls
Missouri has a "no call list" and we are on it. My concern is that it did not prohibit political candidates from invading the privacy of my home. I am so sick of getting recorded messages from candidates of both major political parties especially those running for state, county, or city positions.
I hang up when I receive such a call. If the candidate wants my vote and or opinion, let him or her speak to me directly. I can tell them one thing---any candidate who calls my home with an "important" recorded message will not get my vote in the primary or general election. My time and privacy are too important and valuable to have wasted by politicians.
Missouri's campaign for governor has been a "mud fest" from the very beginning with two of the major candidates throwing it back and forth. I will not vote for anyone who slings mud at their opponent be it in the state or federal election.
That's my take. What is yours?
I hang up when I receive such a call. If the candidate wants my vote and or opinion, let him or her speak to me directly. I can tell them one thing---any candidate who calls my home with an "important" recorded message will not get my vote in the primary or general election. My time and privacy are too important and valuable to have wasted by politicians.
Missouri's campaign for governor has been a "mud fest" from the very beginning with two of the major candidates throwing it back and forth. I will not vote for anyone who slings mud at their opponent be it in the state or federal election.
That's my take. What is yours?
Thursday, July 24, 2008
July In Happy Creek
July in Happy Creek
By
F. Thomas Rondy
By
F. Thomas Rondy
[this is copy writed material not reproduction via any means without the expressed permission of the author]
It has been an unusual past several weeks in Happy Creek, MI, my home town. The annual 4th of July parade down Main Street was as grand and glorious setting the mood for the day’s event. Boy Scouts, Girl Scouts, Four H’s Clubs, Future Famer’s of America, various church groups,and the American Legion Band stirred our patriotic emotions as they marched the route or rode on homemade floats. The crowd was enthusiastic waving American Flags. Happy Creek was a picture post card of patriotism that day. A Norman Rockwell glimpse of Americana at its best
The picnic was held at Hap’s Homestead as usual. Families brought their favorite picnic dishes to share. The food was placed on an extra long table in front of Hap’s Cabin. Pop was cooled in vast wash tubs filled with ice at each end of the table. The kids were allowed to run wild as they played softball or enjoyed themselves in some of the inflatable games or jumping tents. The young people went wading in Hap’s Creek or played volleyball. Some even wandered away for a while to sneak kisses out in the woods. The adults enjoyed horse shoes, three legged races, or just sitting in the shade talking with friends and neighbors. A grand time was had by all as they awaited twilight when the fireworks would commence.
Twilight descended upon Hap’s Homestead. Violet Crandall stepped on to the wood constructed platform which was draped with bunting and lined with American Flags. Violet and I were in the same class at Happy Creek High School. Violet distinguished herself as a singer. She was in the choir and sang solos at all the school and civic events ever since I can remember. She graduated from the Interlocken Conservatory of Music, was awarded a PhD. in vocal performance from Julliard. After several years in the chorus, she became the lead alto in the Metropolitan Opera Company. She retired from the Met last year moving back to Happy Creek.
She has been singing the National Anthem each year since 1957 and this year would be no exception. Violet was welcomed to the stage with thunderous applause. People just loved to hear her sing. She is one of Happy Creek's most famous citizens. The crowd was enthralled with her singing. The spell was broken when she began the last phrase, “…Oh say does that star spangled banner yet wave ov’r the land of the free and the home of the brave.” For some unexplainable reason, a June bug though her mouth would be a good place to land. And, it did causing Violet to gag and cough. Embarrassed and humiliated she left the stage immediately without finishing the song. Some were shocked. Others cried openly. Several ran back stage to comfort Violet. Violet was inconsolable. She apologized to Mrs. Cripps, the organizer of the platform entertainment, saying how deeply sorry she was for ruining the song and the day’s activities. Mrs. Cripps hugged her, “There, there, honey it’s alright. We understand.”
The band played on. The fireworks began. Bang. Boom, boom. Oh’s and ah’s went up from the crowd. It was a grand and glorious night. Everyone enjoyed the 4th.
Well, not everyone. Violet’s head hung low and her hands covered her tear swollen eyes. Why had the June bug landed in her mouth? In all of her years of singing, this had never happened before. Why had it happened tonight?
Across town, Amy Lou and Ted, her son sat comfortably in the living room of their home. They had not attended the 4th of July celebrations. They were not too keen on community events. Keeping mostly to themselves except for Sunday visits to the John Calvin Covenanter Presbyterian Church.
Amy Lou and Ted were not long time residents of Happy Creek. They moved here in February after she purchased Mildred’s Hair Salon and Emporium and Mildred’s house as well. Mildred was Happy Creek’s hair stylist for the last sixty-five years. She died one evening in January after locking up the Hair Salon and Emporium. She died in her sleep. Mildred was 89 years old when she passed.
Neal Boyer, the real estate agent, told everyone Amy Lou paid cash for both transactions. Eyebrows were raised. Questions asked. Who was Amy Lou Sommers? Where did she get the money? Why, had she come to Happy Creek? These and other questions captured the imaginations of Happy Creek’s town folk. Amy Lou Sommers’ name was on the top of the gossip list for a month or so until most of them realized she was a nice young lady, a good hair stylist, and that Ted was an honor roll student and good at computers. He worked part time for “The Geek Squad.”
The folks over at John Calvin Covenanter Presbyterian Church don’t get too many visitors. The Covenanters are hyper Calvinistic. Staunch theologians and legalist. Like Calvin, the Covenanters would prefer the community to be run by the Church. Happy Creek’s other citizens hold a different opinion. Happy Creek is a diversified community of various denominations and ethnic groups. The Covenanters like to think of themselves as, “Defenders of the Faith.” You know those who keep the Church true, holy, and pure. A clannish group who can trace their ancestors back to the Ulsters. They refuse to participate in the Happy Creek ministerial association because it allows the Roman Catholic priest and the Jewish rabbi to be members.
The Covenanters were a bit taken back when Ms. Amy Lou Sommers and her son, Ted, visited them in March. She was cordially welcomed with a tad of suspicion thrown in for good measure. Amy Lou and Ted returned on a regular basis because it was only two blocks from their home.
She talked with Reverend William Campbell about becoming a member. Bells and whistles of suspicion began to go off in the good reverend’s head. He informed Amy Lou that he would take her request to the Consistory. He, also, informed her that the Consistory would meet twice to discuss her request. The first meeting would be open to the congregation for any comments the members might have. The second meeting would be a vote to receive her as a member. God only knows why Presbyterians vote people into or out of the church.
The first Consistory meeting took place the Monday after the first Sunday in July. The pastor, the elders, and most of the congregation were in attendance. The Stated Clerk kept minutes. During the discussion, it was noted that Amy Lou is an avowed Pescatarian and her son is a fan boy and both are addicted to Edamame. No one present knew what a Pescatarian was. They were certain, however, that no one like that should be a part of their church.
Mrs. Mary Jane McDonnell, the high school substances abuse counselor, told the Board and congregation about the dangers of addiction. “We have to think of our children,” she insisted. “We cannot tolerate anyone with an addiction to be a part of our God-fearing church.” The others agreed with her. A recommendation was made only to allow Amy Lou and Ted membership in the church after they both promised to disavow their devotion to Pescatarism and after six months of rehabilitation for being addictive to Edamame.
Others began to share some unusual things that happened to them since Ms. Sommers began attending their church. Michael McTavish worked for Happy Creek’s Utility Department. He told about an incident in May which startled him. He was in a cherry picker replacing a burn out light bulb when a bird flying over head “unloaded” on him causing him to drop the new light bulb and stumbling in the cheery picker. This had never happened to him before. He believed that the Pescatarian Amy Lou had something to do with it.
Mrs. Edith O’Brian told the group about Amy Lou’s cat. It was pitch black. The kind you see associated with witches during Halloween, which of course, the Covenanters avoid like the devil himself. Edith stated the cat’s name was “Druid.” “Now, who on earth gives a name like that to a cat?” she asked. “Mark my words, only a pagan witch would call her cat, Druid. I stopped going to her beauty shop when I found out she was a witch.”
The unanimous vote agreed that Amy Lou and Ted would not be allowed to be members of John Calvin Covenanter Presbyterian Church. A letter of the vote including the recommendation was sent to Ms. Amy Lou Sommers. The Stated Clerk wrote a PS, “Our hope is that you will abandon your pagan ways and come to the Truth of the Gospel. We pray for your soul.”
Amy Lou and Ted never set foot again in John Calvin Covenanter Presbyterian Church. She found another church which accepted her as a Pescatarian. In fact this church had a group of Pescatarian who met monthly. Her cat, “Drew Ed,” still warms itself in the beauty shop’s window and greets all of her customers with a welcoming “meow.”
Rumors can distort the truth. Coincident can lead to suspicions. Suspicions become paranoia. Lack of knowledge is often thought of as truth. It is difficult to explain things to people who have their minds fixated on paranoia and suspicions. Difficult as well to explain the read truth to those who are too busy playing with their mental blocks to listen.
So that’s the way it was this July in Happy Creek, Michigan, my hometown where 99% of the people are happy. It is a privilege to live in Happy Creek, the most fun place on earth to raise a family.
F. Thomas Rondy
©July, 2008
It has been an unusual past several weeks in Happy Creek, MI, my home town. The annual 4th of July parade down Main Street was as grand and glorious setting the mood for the day’s event. Boy Scouts, Girl Scouts, Four H’s Clubs, Future Famer’s of America, various church groups,and the American Legion Band stirred our patriotic emotions as they marched the route or rode on homemade floats. The crowd was enthusiastic waving American Flags. Happy Creek was a picture post card of patriotism that day. A Norman Rockwell glimpse of Americana at its best
The picnic was held at Hap’s Homestead as usual. Families brought their favorite picnic dishes to share. The food was placed on an extra long table in front of Hap’s Cabin. Pop was cooled in vast wash tubs filled with ice at each end of the table. The kids were allowed to run wild as they played softball or enjoyed themselves in some of the inflatable games or jumping tents. The young people went wading in Hap’s Creek or played volleyball. Some even wandered away for a while to sneak kisses out in the woods. The adults enjoyed horse shoes, three legged races, or just sitting in the shade talking with friends and neighbors. A grand time was had by all as they awaited twilight when the fireworks would commence.
Twilight descended upon Hap’s Homestead. Violet Crandall stepped on to the wood constructed platform which was draped with bunting and lined with American Flags. Violet and I were in the same class at Happy Creek High School. Violet distinguished herself as a singer. She was in the choir and sang solos at all the school and civic events ever since I can remember. She graduated from the Interlocken Conservatory of Music, was awarded a PhD. in vocal performance from Julliard. After several years in the chorus, she became the lead alto in the Metropolitan Opera Company. She retired from the Met last year moving back to Happy Creek.
She has been singing the National Anthem each year since 1957 and this year would be no exception. Violet was welcomed to the stage with thunderous applause. People just loved to hear her sing. She is one of Happy Creek's most famous citizens. The crowd was enthralled with her singing. The spell was broken when she began the last phrase, “…Oh say does that star spangled banner yet wave ov’r the land of the free and the home of the brave.” For some unexplainable reason, a June bug though her mouth would be a good place to land. And, it did causing Violet to gag and cough. Embarrassed and humiliated she left the stage immediately without finishing the song. Some were shocked. Others cried openly. Several ran back stage to comfort Violet. Violet was inconsolable. She apologized to Mrs. Cripps, the organizer of the platform entertainment, saying how deeply sorry she was for ruining the song and the day’s activities. Mrs. Cripps hugged her, “There, there, honey it’s alright. We understand.”
The band played on. The fireworks began. Bang. Boom, boom. Oh’s and ah’s went up from the crowd. It was a grand and glorious night. Everyone enjoyed the 4th.
Well, not everyone. Violet’s head hung low and her hands covered her tear swollen eyes. Why had the June bug landed in her mouth? In all of her years of singing, this had never happened before. Why had it happened tonight?
Across town, Amy Lou and Ted, her son sat comfortably in the living room of their home. They had not attended the 4th of July celebrations. They were not too keen on community events. Keeping mostly to themselves except for Sunday visits to the John Calvin Covenanter Presbyterian Church.
Amy Lou and Ted were not long time residents of Happy Creek. They moved here in February after she purchased Mildred’s Hair Salon and Emporium and Mildred’s house as well. Mildred was Happy Creek’s hair stylist for the last sixty-five years. She died one evening in January after locking up the Hair Salon and Emporium. She died in her sleep. Mildred was 89 years old when she passed.
Neal Boyer, the real estate agent, told everyone Amy Lou paid cash for both transactions. Eyebrows were raised. Questions asked. Who was Amy Lou Sommers? Where did she get the money? Why, had she come to Happy Creek? These and other questions captured the imaginations of Happy Creek’s town folk. Amy Lou Sommers’ name was on the top of the gossip list for a month or so until most of them realized she was a nice young lady, a good hair stylist, and that Ted was an honor roll student and good at computers. He worked part time for “The Geek Squad.”
The folks over at John Calvin Covenanter Presbyterian Church don’t get too many visitors. The Covenanters are hyper Calvinistic. Staunch theologians and legalist. Like Calvin, the Covenanters would prefer the community to be run by the Church. Happy Creek’s other citizens hold a different opinion. Happy Creek is a diversified community of various denominations and ethnic groups. The Covenanters like to think of themselves as, “Defenders of the Faith.” You know those who keep the Church true, holy, and pure. A clannish group who can trace their ancestors back to the Ulsters. They refuse to participate in the Happy Creek ministerial association because it allows the Roman Catholic priest and the Jewish rabbi to be members.
The Covenanters were a bit taken back when Ms. Amy Lou Sommers and her son, Ted, visited them in March. She was cordially welcomed with a tad of suspicion thrown in for good measure. Amy Lou and Ted returned on a regular basis because it was only two blocks from their home.
She talked with Reverend William Campbell about becoming a member. Bells and whistles of suspicion began to go off in the good reverend’s head. He informed Amy Lou that he would take her request to the Consistory. He, also, informed her that the Consistory would meet twice to discuss her request. The first meeting would be open to the congregation for any comments the members might have. The second meeting would be a vote to receive her as a member. God only knows why Presbyterians vote people into or out of the church.
The first Consistory meeting took place the Monday after the first Sunday in July. The pastor, the elders, and most of the congregation were in attendance. The Stated Clerk kept minutes. During the discussion, it was noted that Amy Lou is an avowed Pescatarian and her son is a fan boy and both are addicted to Edamame. No one present knew what a Pescatarian was. They were certain, however, that no one like that should be a part of their church.
Mrs. Mary Jane McDonnell, the high school substances abuse counselor, told the Board and congregation about the dangers of addiction. “We have to think of our children,” she insisted. “We cannot tolerate anyone with an addiction to be a part of our God-fearing church.” The others agreed with her. A recommendation was made only to allow Amy Lou and Ted membership in the church after they both promised to disavow their devotion to Pescatarism and after six months of rehabilitation for being addictive to Edamame.
Others began to share some unusual things that happened to them since Ms. Sommers began attending their church. Michael McTavish worked for Happy Creek’s Utility Department. He told about an incident in May which startled him. He was in a cherry picker replacing a burn out light bulb when a bird flying over head “unloaded” on him causing him to drop the new light bulb and stumbling in the cheery picker. This had never happened to him before. He believed that the Pescatarian Amy Lou had something to do with it.
Mrs. Edith O’Brian told the group about Amy Lou’s cat. It was pitch black. The kind you see associated with witches during Halloween, which of course, the Covenanters avoid like the devil himself. Edith stated the cat’s name was “Druid.” “Now, who on earth gives a name like that to a cat?” she asked. “Mark my words, only a pagan witch would call her cat, Druid. I stopped going to her beauty shop when I found out she was a witch.”
The unanimous vote agreed that Amy Lou and Ted would not be allowed to be members of John Calvin Covenanter Presbyterian Church. A letter of the vote including the recommendation was sent to Ms. Amy Lou Sommers. The Stated Clerk wrote a PS, “Our hope is that you will abandon your pagan ways and come to the Truth of the Gospel. We pray for your soul.”
Amy Lou and Ted never set foot again in John Calvin Covenanter Presbyterian Church. She found another church which accepted her as a Pescatarian. In fact this church had a group of Pescatarian who met monthly. Her cat, “Drew Ed,” still warms itself in the beauty shop’s window and greets all of her customers with a welcoming “meow.”
Rumors can distort the truth. Coincident can lead to suspicions. Suspicions become paranoia. Lack of knowledge is often thought of as truth. It is difficult to explain things to people who have their minds fixated on paranoia and suspicions. Difficult as well to explain the read truth to those who are too busy playing with their mental blocks to listen.
So that’s the way it was this July in Happy Creek, Michigan, my hometown where 99% of the people are happy. It is a privilege to live in Happy Creek, the most fun place on earth to raise a family.
F. Thomas Rondy
©July, 2008
Pondering
I ponder and muse today about several things. First of all, as a retired minister when not preaching as a guest minister I take opportunity to visit local congregations of various denominations. In my many visits, there has been only one to make a follow up call or letter. The lady pastor called me the Monday after I had visited and during our chat I told her I was seeking a spiritual home. She assured me that she would do her best to help me along my spiritual journey. I enjoyed her sermon this past Sunday and I enjoyed our conversation on Monday. I plan to attend this next Sunday as well.
For the last several weeks, babies, infants, and toddlers have been left in cars by their parents or mothers. The television stations have done feature articles on these events noting that the temp inside the cars could within minutes reach a 100 degrees or more. Most of the moms indicated they had "forgotten" they had the baby with them or concluded they would be okay for "just a minute or two." The latest incident occurred at a near by theme park...where fortunately some tourist saw the infant in the locked car and called security. The mother's explanation was that she left the child there while she went into the theme park to pick up another child. Is preoccupation or 'forgetfulness' an excuse for the endangerment of a child? I think not.
For the last month or so I have been receiving letters from our denominational college and seminary requesting a donation to help them achieve a matching challenge or to balance the year end budget. Well, guess what? I need their help during my retirement years. After 40 plus years as an active pastoral minister, I have no retirement income other than Social Security and the part time position at the community college. Why do I not have a retirement income? Simple and short. The churches I served did not or would not participate in the denominational retirement plan. The denomination or its presbyteries did not make it a mandatory part of the minister's salary package. Thus, basically I live on Social Security. And, we all know what the economy is doing to our finances. It's either $4 for a gallon of milk or gasoline. So, will I send a donation to the college or the seminary? I think not.
Have a great and wonderful day.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
An Olive Garden Experience
Yesterday, July 15, I had my annual check up with the eye doctor. Everything is fine thus, I won't have to return until next year. After a long wait for my eyes to dilate and for the doctor to make his examination, it was almost lunch time. As we left the doctor's office, I told my wife, "Let's go to Olive Garden" for soup and salad." She readily agreed indicating that she had been thinking the same thing while waiting for my exam to be done.
As I checked into to Olive Garden, two ladies behind me tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around and, lo and behold, it was two friends from my real estate days. Both of them hugged me and we exchanged the usuals, "how are you?" 'what are you doing?' One of the ladies was my broker so many years ago who did all she could to help me learn the business. The other lady was the office general manager and administrative assistant who also helped me a great deal. It was nice to see them once again.
My wife soon joined us after finding a place to park. My friends talked about how much I meant to them and then related something I did not expect to hear. Both of them keep photos of me as Santa and bring them out each year during the holiday season. For them and their children and grandchildren, I was the 'real' Santa. How sweet and touching that was to hear.
A chance meeting brought back some good memories. Those good memories and having lunch with my wife, made my day.
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Religious Panhandlers
A co-worker of mine at the community college writes in her blog about "Christian begging." Twice she has gone to a local store and each time there have been Christians at both the entrance and exit asking for donations for some type of church work. Their signs indicate the church and the product. This would be okay for her as she could pass them by without donating to their cause or taking time to chat with them.
Her problem comes when they speak to her and if she pretends not to hear them, their greeting becomes louder and louder as they ask her to donate. She tells them she is not a Christian but they still insist on her donating to their cause or can't believe what they have just heard. She spoke with the store's manager about the matter. He indicated he would take it up with the corporate office. The store is private property and thus, they have the freedom to allow groups to set up tables in front of their building. She indicated she knew that, however, it was her right not to be solicited or panhandled by this religious group or any other group. It is, also, her right to shop elsewhere if this continued.
She has indicated the store would not allow the poor or disadvantaged to panhandle in front of their store. Nor would they allow someone to whistle or "come on" to her as she entered or left the building. So, why would they allow religious panhandlers to be there?
During her shopping, she was approached by several other customers who agreed with her. Many of them were Christians who were active in their local church and thought it was disgraceful to be solicited by another church to donate to their cause. These comments made my non-Christian friend feel better in knowing she was not alone in her opinion on the matter.
I have never given this a second thought until now. I can see my co-workers point of view. Most often when I have encountered such [with the exception of the Salvation Army], I pass by without saying a word or donating anything being the introvert I am. Now, I just may have the courage and strength to do as my co-worker---confront them and or management.
Yes, this is a free country. Yes, I am a Christian. Yes, I reside in an area known as the "buckle of the Bible belt" but their freedom ends where mine begins. Enough of religious panhandlers and their begging methods.
Her problem comes when they speak to her and if she pretends not to hear them, their greeting becomes louder and louder as they ask her to donate. She tells them she is not a Christian but they still insist on her donating to their cause or can't believe what they have just heard. She spoke with the store's manager about the matter. He indicated he would take it up with the corporate office. The store is private property and thus, they have the freedom to allow groups to set up tables in front of their building. She indicated she knew that, however, it was her right not to be solicited or panhandled by this religious group or any other group. It is, also, her right to shop elsewhere if this continued.
She has indicated the store would not allow the poor or disadvantaged to panhandle in front of their store. Nor would they allow someone to whistle or "come on" to her as she entered or left the building. So, why would they allow religious panhandlers to be there?
During her shopping, she was approached by several other customers who agreed with her. Many of them were Christians who were active in their local church and thought it was disgraceful to be solicited by another church to donate to their cause. These comments made my non-Christian friend feel better in knowing she was not alone in her opinion on the matter.
I have never given this a second thought until now. I can see my co-workers point of view. Most often when I have encountered such [with the exception of the Salvation Army], I pass by without saying a word or donating anything being the introvert I am. Now, I just may have the courage and strength to do as my co-worker---confront them and or management.
Yes, this is a free country. Yes, I am a Christian. Yes, I reside in an area known as the "buckle of the Bible belt" but their freedom ends where mine begins. Enough of religious panhandlers and their begging methods.
Sunday, July 6, 2008
Two Things I,m Beginning to Hate
Call me an old crudge mudgin if you want but there are two things I'm beginning to hate. By nature I am a jolly, happy go lucky type of person. I mean, after all, I am a retired Santa Claus. But lately, I am getting fed up with a couple of things.
First of all, I will be glad when the political elections are over in November. My gracious, these politicians have been at it for a year or so. I've had enough of the statements of each one who promises a better day after they are elected. Yeah, right. What about right now? During this "recession," each American desires a better day now..and not some distant day in the future.
Millions of hard working Americans are without work now and the banks are foreclosing on their mortgages. Those on fixed incomes are seeing their savings, if they had any to begin with, going steadily down the porcelain fixture just to purchase gasoline and food while our President spends the last days in Office by running around the globe trying to fix the problems of the world. Why doesn't he stay home and fix our "recession" which I believe is beginning of a real economic depression? I'm sick and tired of all the lame excuses from every politician.
Here in my own state, there is a lot of mud slinging going on between two candidates of the same party viving for the governorship. Enough, already.
Now, the second thing I'm beginning to hate is the constant commericals for the forthcoming digital television change over in February. My gosh, these have been running for several months now. Give me a break. Why are we constantly bombarded with these public service announcements multiple times a day? Is someone fearful that a family living in the remote hinder lands may have missed the first 100 or so announcements? Or does someone in corporate America or the federal government believe that we are so illiterate that we could not understand it the first go around?
Who knows the answer to the enduring questions? I don't. I will however be thankful when the November elections are over. No, on second thought I won't because as soon as they are over the politicians who lost will begin their campaigns for the next presidential elections and they will be joined by a lot of wannabees even before the new President takes the oath of office. Lord, save us.
As far as the switch to digital television in February, 2009, I don't know if I'll be able to afford cable vision by then with the rising cost of gasoline, food, medical expenses including the high price of prescriptions, etc. Something will have to give and cable TV might just be one of the luxuries I can no longer afford.
Well, that's my take on the situation. Now, that I released it from my system perhaps I can go back to the lovable, sweet, jolly, fun loving guy I've always been. I like it better that way.
Ron
Saturday, July 5, 2008
Laid Back Fourth
My wife and I had a "laid back 4th of July." While others may have gone to the lake, family reunions, or to fireworks displays, we stayed at home. Early in the day, I did some lesson planning and writing lectures for the fall semester.
In the afternoon, my wife and I watched "Independence Day" on television. As dinner time approached, I looked in the refrigerator for something to eat. That's a daily habit my doctors want me to cut back on. :)
I found a package of hot dogs and promptly lit up the grill. Cooked them slow and then placed most of them over the direct flame so they could blacken. My wife enjoys them that way. While I was a grilling, she was busy inside opening a can of pork and beans. We were getting ready for a indoor picnic. Earlier in the day, she had baked a home made apple pie which she bought at our daughter's church during the past Thanksgiving Christmas season.
We had a good ole fashioned 4th of July picnic. As you can see we live an exciting life. :)
My older brother who resides in Ohio emailed me about his day at Put In Bay. He drove in the old car parade on the island and then staked out a place on the dock where he and his lady friend could enjoy the fireworks. What a guy. :) I mean here he is older than me driving antique cars in a parade and staying up late to watch fireworks. I, on the other hand, went to be early to read only to be lulled into slumber land by the sounds of exploring fireworks.
I guess each one of us celebrates our freedom in different ways. Trust you had a wonderful 4th of July however you chose to celebrate it. Proud to be an American who treasures freedom.
Have a great day. Enjoy the day. Live life to the fullest.
Ron
Thursday, July 3, 2008
Beware of this toll free number
Alert!!!!! For the past several months I have been receiving phone calls from this toll free number: 1-800-360-4319 which usually begin by a digital voice saying "Please stay on the line for our next available operator." I usually hang up immediately because if a live person cannot dial my number, I'm not going to waste my time until a live person speaks.
We receive these phone calls early in the morning before 8 am, in the afternoon, the evening, and very late at night. Always with the same prerecorded message. One day last week, I stayed on the line so I could learn the nature of this important call. A very rude young lady asked me if I knew so and so. When I asked her why she was calling my number and to identify herself, she hung up.
Still the calls kept coming. I even dialed it back this evening to tell them I wanted off their call list only to be rudely told by the live person, she could not hear me and hung up. I called again, this time a man answered the phone wanting to know if I had received their letter. I asked him to identify himself and what company he represented. He told me his name but not the company. Then, he proceeded to ask me if I knew so and so. I told him to remove my name from their call list. I doubt if they will.
I Googled the number and found 5 pages of responses from people who have had the same kind of treatment from 800-360-4319. Some indicated it is National Recovery, a collection agency but that the NR folks do not have current or accurate information. Everyone of the responses referred to the rudeness of the callers and the lack of information provided.
So, if you should get a call from 800-360-4319 don't answer it and most of all do not give them any information whatsoever.
I publish this on my blog as a means of educating the public to this unethical "collection agency." I'm not sure it is even a collection agency as I tend to believe it is a scam operation. I could be wrong.
Have a great and wonderful day.
We receive these phone calls early in the morning before 8 am, in the afternoon, the evening, and very late at night. Always with the same prerecorded message. One day last week, I stayed on the line so I could learn the nature of this important call. A very rude young lady asked me if I knew so and so. When I asked her why she was calling my number and to identify herself, she hung up.
Still the calls kept coming. I even dialed it back this evening to tell them I wanted off their call list only to be rudely told by the live person, she could not hear me and hung up. I called again, this time a man answered the phone wanting to know if I had received their letter. I asked him to identify himself and what company he represented. He told me his name but not the company. Then, he proceeded to ask me if I knew so and so. I told him to remove my name from their call list. I doubt if they will.
I Googled the number and found 5 pages of responses from people who have had the same kind of treatment from 800-360-4319. Some indicated it is National Recovery, a collection agency but that the NR folks do not have current or accurate information. Everyone of the responses referred to the rudeness of the callers and the lack of information provided.
So, if you should get a call from 800-360-4319 don't answer it and most of all do not give them any information whatsoever.
I publish this on my blog as a means of educating the public to this unethical "collection agency." I'm not sure it is even a collection agency as I tend to believe it is a scam operation. I could be wrong.
Have a great and wonderful day.
Monday, June 30, 2008
How to Dance in the Rain
My wife sent the following email to me. I love its message. Perhaps, you will as well.
Ron
It was a busy morning, about 8:30, when an elderly gentleman in his 80's arrived to have stitches removed from his thumb. He said he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9:00am. I took his vital signs and had him take a seat, knowing it would be over an hour before someone would to able to see him. I saw him looking at his watch and decided, since I was not busy with another patient, I would evaluate his wound. On exam, it was well healed, so I talked to one of the doctors, got the needed supplies to remove his sutures and redress his wound.
While taking care of his wound, I asked him if he had another doctor's appointment this morning, as he was in such a hurry.
The gentleman told me no, that he needed to go to the nursing home to eat breakfast with his wife. I inquired as to her health. He told me that she had been there for a while and that she was a victim of Alzheimer's Disease.
As we talked, I asked if she would be upset if he was a bit late.
He replied that she no longer knew who he was, that she had not recognized him in five years now..
I was surprised, and asked him, 'And you still go every morning, even though she doesn't know who you are?'
He smiled as he patted my hand and said,
'She doesn't know me, but I still know who she is.'
I had to hold back tears as he left, I had goose bumps on my arm, and thought,
'That is the kind of love I want in my life.'
True love is neither physical, nor romantic.
True love is an acceptance of all that is, has been, will be, and will not be.
With all the jokes and fun that are in e-mails, sometimes there is one that comes along that has an important message. This one I thought I could share with you.
The happiest people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the best of everything they have.
I hope you share this with someone you care about. I just did.
'Life isn't about how to survive the storm,but how to dance in the rain
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It was a busy morning, about 8:30, when an elderly gentleman in his 80's arrived to have stitches removed from his thumb. He said he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9:00am. I took his vital signs and had him take a seat, knowing it would be over an hour before someone would to able to see him. I saw him looking at his watch and decided, since I was not busy with another patient, I would evaluate his wound. On exam, it was well healed, so I talked to one of the doctors, got the needed supplies to remove his sutures and redress his wound.
While taking care of his wound, I asked him if he had another doctor's appointment this morning, as he was in such a hurry.
The gentleman told me no, that he needed to go to the nursing home to eat breakfast with his wife. I inquired as to her health. He told me that she had been there for a while and that she was a victim of Alzheimer's Disease.
As we talked, I asked if she would be upset if he was a bit late.
He replied that she no longer knew who he was, that she had not recognized him in five years now..
I was surprised, and asked him, 'And you still go every morning, even though she doesn't know who you are?'
He smiled as he patted my hand and said,
'She doesn't know me, but I still know who she is.'
I had to hold back tears as he left, I had goose bumps on my arm, and thought,
'That is the kind of love I want in my life.'
True love is neither physical, nor romantic.
True love is an acceptance of all that is, has been, will be, and will not be.
With all the jokes and fun that are in e-mails, sometimes there is one that comes along that has an important message. This one I thought I could share with you.
The happiest people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the best of everything they have.
I hope you share this with someone you care about. I just did.
'Life isn't about how to survive the storm,but how to dance in the rain
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Sunday, June 29, 2008
Not Just A Building
I have always said that a church is not a building but people. Certainly we need a building for the people to gather for worship, fellowship, study, and other things. However, the people are the primary church.As I stated in a previous post, I was guest minister today at the First Christian Church, Gainesville, MO where I had served as an Interim Minister.
My wife and I were greeted with hugs, handshakes, and smiles as we enter the building. Those greetings set the mood for the worship service as the joy of the Lord abounded in the hallways and in the foyer. We were not the only ones greeted that way--each person who entered was embraced and given a smile. I had time to visit with some of the people who were there during my ministry. Each one had the same story to tell: "Ron, you kept us together during a difficult time. Bobby Jo is a real blessing to us as she had lifted our spirits to great heights. We were going through the motions of being a church while you were here and you challenged us to do great things for God. Bobby Jo has not only challenged us to do the same but has been our motivator and encourager every step of the way. We are so glad to have her as our pastor and so fortunate to have had you as our Interim Minister."
The worship service was great. The people were ready for worship. And, there were children and teenagers in worship which was a great joy to behold because while I was there there were just one or two children and no youth. It was great to see two teenagers bring in the flags and lead us in the pledges to both our nation's flag and the Christian flag. The service was a blending of traditional Christianity and the celebration of our nation's birth. I noticed about 8 to 10 children come forth for the children's moments and what a joy that was.
People, young, middle aged, senior citizens, long term members, new members, and a host of visitors all participated in the worship experience. They sang with enthusiasm and joy which thrilled this ole heart. Communion was a time of great reverence as the family of God gathered around His Table. It truly was good to be in God's House in Gainesville today.
I told the congregation their church was my spiritual home away from home. If it were not so far from Springfield, I would attend there each Sunday as they are what I believe a church truly ought to be...a loving, caring fellowship of people who are dedicated to Christ and ministering to the community and the world.
After worship, my wife and I were invited to eat dinner with several church families. It was a good time of fellowship and renewal of friendships. I sat across the table from a couple who were new to the church and they are so thrilled to be a part of that church community.
Was a day of blessing upon blessing for me at the First Christian Church, Disciples of Christ, Gainesville, MO. Trust your day was a blessing as well.
Ron
Friday, June 27, 2008
Guest Minister
This Sunday, July 29, I will have the joy and pleasure of being the guest minister at First Christian Church, Disciples of Christ, in Gainesville, MO while their pastor is on vacation.I served as Interim Minister during 2006-2007 while they were seeking a new resident pastor. They were and are a wonderful group of dedicated Christians. It will be great visiting with them again as they hold a special place in my heart.
Their new pastor has lead the congregation in spiritual renewal and community outreach. If you reside in the Gainesville area or visiting in that part of the Ozarks take an opportunity to visit with them. I'm confident you will find a warm welcome and a loving spirit.
Ron
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Stress Test
On Monday and Tuesday of this week, I had a two part chemical stress test. For several months, my arms and leg leg have had a numbing sensation especially during the sleep hours. Actually my limbs were getting a better night's sleep than I was so I told my doctor about this. He ordered this chemical stress test.Needless to say, my pre-test stress level began to rise and on the Sunday prior to the test the cartoon on the right appeared in our Sunday paper. You may need to double click the cartoon to view it in a larger size. While it is funny, I am certainly glad the stress test technicians and doctor did not dress like that. :) You can imagine what it would have done to my stress level if the doctor had entered the room dressed as the "grim reaper," I would have not need any if the chemicals. The shock itself would have been enough to stress my heart to a level whereby they could get a good reading and photograph. :)
On Tuesday when the technician injected the isotopyes into my system and it got to the heart, I was heard to exclaim, "Yoooooh." The technician smiled and said, "It got to your heart, didn't it?" "Oh, yes," replied. She injected some more and the ole heart endured the second wave of chemicals. The technician informed me that I was more than half way through the test and was doing fine. Easy for her to say. :) Soon the experience was over and I was allowed to have some peanut butter crackers and coffee prior to having images taken of my heart.
While lying on the imagine 'bed' really a slat with arms extended above my head, I listened to the music playing over head and took a well deserved nap. This experience lasted for about 13 minutes. I was a free man. I could go home and eat a real breafast and take a real nap. :) Which of course, I did.
Have a great and wonderful day.
Ron
Friday, June 20, 2008
The Winds Did Blow
Yesterday, June 19th, our area was subject to a severe thunderstorm. We have had several this year and as the saying goes, "If you don't like the weather in the Ozarks, just wait 20 minutes or so and it will change." Yesterday was one of those sudden change days as the thunderstorm rolled in with all of its glory and splendor. Lighting and thunder with torrents of rain. Our electricity went out about 3:30 pm. So we sat in the dark while the winds blew harder and harder and the sky became much darker.The wind reaching 70 mph blew the screens out of our living room windows as well as blowing the blue glass items from the shelf below. Not only did the winds do that, it also closed both windows.
When the power came back on the weatherman on the TV indicated an EF1 tornado had hit several commercial buildings near our home. Fortunately no one was hurt or killed. As the crow flies, they are about 2 miles from us. Thus, we figured that's what caused our windows to lose their shelf items, screens, and close.
We reside in a neighborhood of trees. Our front yard has 15 trees...all of which are old. Of course, each time we have a thunderstorm or a winter ice storm we fear that our trees will fall into the house. So, far we have been lucky. That, however, was not the case for an individual homeowner near where the EF1 tornado hit as one of his 100 year old trees was uprooted and crashed into his home. He was inside and not harmed...just alarmed.
If you don't like the weather where you live, come on down to the Ozarks we'll treat you to a mixture of weather and floodings.
Have a great day.
Dr Ron
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Mule jumping highlights Ozark Heritage festival in West Plains
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Friday, June 13, 2008
A House Guest
We had an unexpected house guest yesterday. I needed to take care of some business in the bathroom and when I turned on the light, I noticed something that was not there on a previous visit: a black snake about 3 feet long. Needless to say, I did not take care of the business I had intended but attended to the business at hand. Now, being a city boy, I really don't like snakes....but, I knew I had to get this one out ASAP.
Went my "office" to get my camera and a coat hanger. The battery was so low on the camera that I could not take a picture of our guest. I did manage to get it onto the coat hanger after several tries. As I moved the little step stool, the step fell on the snake which immediately went into a very defensive mode and hissed. As I was carrying it out on the hanger, it fell to the dinning room floor and scurried behind the buffet where it crawled to the door. I opened the door helping him out. Ah, the business at hand was over. Now, I could take care of business.
When I told my wife about it she indicated that perhaps that was what Cali, our cat, kept stalking under our bed. Now, I won't sleep for a month. :) We both agreed that the snake was in the bathroom because it "didn't have a pit to hiss in." ;)
Went my "office" to get my camera and a coat hanger. The battery was so low on the camera that I could not take a picture of our guest. I did manage to get it onto the coat hanger after several tries. As I moved the little step stool, the step fell on the snake which immediately went into a very defensive mode and hissed. As I was carrying it out on the hanger, it fell to the dinning room floor and scurried behind the buffet where it crawled to the door. I opened the door helping him out. Ah, the business at hand was over. Now, I could take care of business.
When I told my wife about it she indicated that perhaps that was what Cali, our cat, kept stalking under our bed. Now, I won't sleep for a month. :) We both agreed that the snake was in the bathroom because it "didn't have a pit to hiss in." ;)
Thursday, June 12, 2008
An Icon of the Baking Industry Dies
This has been around the internet before however I thought you might get a chuckle out of it today.
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Monday, June 9, 2008
Nice Email
I just received the nicest email from a lady in TN who took time to read all My Front Porch postings. She had many nice things to say about my blog and my picture remindered her of a very dear friend. She thought her friend and I just had to be related.
Her friend turns out to be my dear friend as well. His daughter was married to my son and from this union we have two of our four grandchildren. So that is about as far a "relatedness' goes.
The TN lady and I belong to a religious chat group so this is how she knew to email me. I appreciate her comments and look forward to meeting her one day.
Her friend turns out to be my dear friend as well. His daughter was married to my son and from this union we have two of our four grandchildren. So that is about as far a "relatedness' goes.
The TN lady and I belong to a religious chat group so this is how she knew to email me. I appreciate her comments and look forward to meeting her one day.
Sunday, June 8, 2008
A Rare Day
It is a rare day when I sleep beyond 7 am. Today was one of those rare days as I slept in until 11 am only to be awakened by the phone ringing. Other than the fact that my body may have needed the rest I can think of only two other things which allowed me to sleep longer that usual: no place to preach this morning; and last night I watched a PBS telethon which featured the songs of the 60's...so I might have been "California Dreaming" this morning. :)
Whatever it was, I enjoyed sleeping in late. Let the good times roll.
Whatever it was, I enjoyed sleeping in late. Let the good times roll.
Friday, June 6, 2008
She Did The Right Thing
Last evening, Thursday, June 5, on a local news was a story about a young lady [late teens or early 20's] who was traveling alone in her car around midnight or so. According to the story, she saw lights flashing in her rear view mirror, however, she proceeded to a well lit area before stopping believing that the car behind her may not truly be an official law enforcement car.
When she pulled into an all night convenient store lot, the police yelled for her to get out of the car; handcuffed her; and inspected her car. The young lady tried to explain to the sheriff why she did not immediately stop. {There have been several situations during the last several months in which young ladies have been raped or abducted}
According to the story, the young lady was arrested for failing to yield to a law officer. The sheriff told the news, his men did the right thing as they never know what they will encounter during a pull over. That's true but, not listening to a young lady who tried to explain why is inexcusable in my book.
I have two daughters and I always taught them to do what the young lady did the other night. I, also, caution my female students to do the same. I applaud the young lady--who said she would do the same thing again--and for her folks in trying to help their daughter live safely in an all too unsafe society.
That's my take as I sit and ponder this on My Front Porch.
June 7 update: The Sheriffs Department has withdrawn the failing to yield to a law officer ticket after her parts, the Sheriff and others reviewed the tape from the unmarked officers car. The speeding ticket was not withdrawn. Our daily newspaper is filled with responses in support of the young lady. I won't go into what the Sheriff told her to do next time suffice it to say, what he suggested would get her in deeper trouble.
When she pulled into an all night convenient store lot, the police yelled for her to get out of the car; handcuffed her; and inspected her car. The young lady tried to explain to the sheriff why she did not immediately stop. {There have been several situations during the last several months in which young ladies have been raped or abducted}
According to the story, the young lady was arrested for failing to yield to a law officer. The sheriff told the news, his men did the right thing as they never know what they will encounter during a pull over. That's true but, not listening to a young lady who tried to explain why is inexcusable in my book.
I have two daughters and I always taught them to do what the young lady did the other night. I, also, caution my female students to do the same. I applaud the young lady--who said she would do the same thing again--and for her folks in trying to help their daughter live safely in an all too unsafe society.
That's my take as I sit and ponder this on My Front Porch.
June 7 update: The Sheriffs Department has withdrawn the failing to yield to a law officer ticket after her parts, the Sheriff and others reviewed the tape from the unmarked officers car. The speeding ticket was not withdrawn. Our daily newspaper is filled with responses in support of the young lady. I won't go into what the Sheriff told her to do next time suffice it to say, what he suggested would get her in deeper trouble.
Monday, June 2, 2008
Blogging
There's a lot more I need to learn about blogging. Someone has indicated you can't teach an 'old dog' new tricks. Well, this 'old dog' is still trying to learn something new each day. Such as "links to this page,' 'Rss,' etc.
I've been looking at other blogs just to see what they do and how theirs are set up. This morning I made some adjustments to my blog in order to have a more presentable communication between us. I hope you enjoy the new look.
I discovered some "porch" slides for the slideshow. In some way, they communicate what I am trying to express here at My Front Porch. A place to muse, to ponder, to discuss the issues of the day or review the past.
So, as always...enjoy your visit. Leave a comment if you'd like as I would love to know what you have to say. I always learn by listening to the other person as we each have our point of view.
Sunday, June 1, 2008
Lazy Day
Ah, a Sunday afternoon snooze after preaching and blogging.
Don't wake me up until dinner time.
Saturday, May 31, 2008
The Doll
Melanie writes about a mission trip to Romania in the blog, It's My Mission. It is a very moving and touching post about a little Romania girl and a doll.
My cousin has a ministry call Feed My Lost Lambs in the Philippines which he and his wife began a couple of years ago. I regret they do not have a website or blog.
Thus, children's missions are of interest to me.
God bless all who are involved in missions.
My cousin has a ministry call Feed My Lost Lambs in the Philippines which he and his wife began a couple of years ago. I regret they do not have a website or blog.
Thus, children's missions are of interest to me.
God bless all who are involved in missions.
Friday, May 30, 2008
Old Timers Quiz........
Have Fun (but no peeking!). Write your answers on a paper..........there are 20 questions........... 8. Meanwhile, back in Metropolis, Superman fights a never ending battle for truth, justice and... G. News headlines 10. Lions and tigers and bears... d. Smile, we're watching you Okay, that's it. Here are the right answers. 10 e - Oh My Post your score in the comments section. Have fun. |
Beauty
This plant in front of our home has not bloomed in over 15 years. Beauty is all around us although sometimes we have to wait for it.
Enjoy.
Thursday, May 29, 2008
My Church by F. Thomas Rondy
F. Thomas has been a friend of my since early childhood. This post will be longer than usual because it is a short story. This is a work of fiction and no part may be used without the expressed permission of the author.
I went to church last Sunday for the first time in five years. A flyer addressed to “Our Friendly Neighbor” at my address came in the mail on Wednesday inviting me to attend services. It aroused my curiosity. How did they know I was a ‘friendly neighbor”? I reside in a bedroom community 20 miles away from their campus now, that’s some neighborhood. The flyer mentioned the campus as being the old Lady Madonna University. I graduated from Lady Madonna with a BS, major in Montessori, some fifteen years ago when it was operated by the Sisters of Contemplative Education. So, I said, what the heck, it will be good to see the old campus and I’ve got nothing to do on Sunday anyway, so I’ll go.
I drove to the Lady Madonna campus which was now “My Church, A Global Ministry of Willie George Barker” Pulling into the main drive way, I noticed that the statue of our Lady had been removed. In its place was a global sculpture with a large digital message board arching above the road. With busting firecrackers, the scrolled message said, “Welcome to My Church where the Lord is praised and His work is done.” It continued to flash the times of services along with other events. Once on the campus, the winding road leads me to the old stadium which now had a dome on it. I searched for a parking space, row after row, after row until I found one in section X aisle 6. Finally, after locating a parking space way, I began the long trek to the stadium excuse me the ‘worship center.’
During my walk a friendly guy in a bus with “My Church Transit System” painted on the side, picked me up, gave me a brochure, engaged me in small talk about my relationship with the Lord and dropped me off at the front door of the massive building. Stepping from the bus, I heard him talking with someone on a cell phone in hushed tones, Brother Arnold this is Sam, have a middle aged man, not a born again Christian, and has not been to church in 5 years. Now, I’m not paranoid by nature but I was the only single man on the bus who fit that description, the other passengers were parents with small or teen age children. All of them had been given balloon sculptures by a street clown who welcomed them to My Church.
A man introduced himself to me as Brother Arnold as I stepped inside the remodeled stadium. He glad handed me like a used car salesman. Every now and then, I could still smell the stench of the jocks’ locker room. Ah, the memories of days gone by. That’s another story in its self. Looking around while exchanging pleasantries with Brother Arnold, I felt like I was in the Mall of America. People were gathering, standing in line, and sitting at tables in a Starbucks Coffee Shop which Brother Arnold explained as being the first shop in the BM [Believers Mall]. It was a vision of one of Brother Willie George Barker and a member, who had a Starbuck franchise, to make people feel at home while at church. Ten percent of the proceeds went to the church.
Brother Arnold took me on a stroll around the BM pointing out the various stores along the way. Here’s our Christian Book and Gift shop stocked only with Christian books by such noted Christian authors as LaHaye, Falwell, Bakker, Oliver North, and such. Adults and parents don’t have to worry about seeing a Harry Potter book in here no sir. Christian books and only Christian books including the King James Version of the Bible,” he said.
Stepping inside the bookstore, I notice a display of books by Willie George Barker. Several caught my eye: “The 10 Things I Taught Rick Warren: The Miracles of a Purpose Driven Church.” Brother Barker seems to be a prolific writer having written more than one hundred books. “What Will You Do Without the Lord?” “Hell, It’s Your Choice.” “Street Evangelism: the old fashioned way.”
Leaving the bookstore we came to a small grocery store, “God’s Storehouse.” All the organic food is grown in the “The Fields Are White Unto Harvest” hot house and organic garden where once the Sisters of Contemplative Education had their garden located on the southern edge of the campus. The soil in “The Field Are White Unto Harvest” garden has been sanitized to free it from all pollutants and pesticides including any taint of Roman Catholicism ensuring clean and pure vegetables. Each seed is prayed over and sprinkled with holy water from the Jordan River prior to planting assuring a good harvest. Brother Arnold told me a truck delivers the ‘holy water’ twice a week.
As we left the grocery store, I mentioned to Brother Arnold that I was a Roman Catholic. He enjoyed it when I called him, ‘brother,’ made him feel as though we had connected somehow. When he heard I was Catholic, he put his arm on my shoulder, patted me on the back in his used car salesman manner and said, “Brother Willie George will help you see the light. I was miffed. I didn’t desire to be enlightened by Willie George. The only Willie I wanted to enlighten me was Willie Nelson. I more than ever wanted to be “On the road again.”
There were many other stores and shops in the BM which encircled the worship center including The Daughters’ of the King Beauty Shop, a video arcade [which allows only Christian video games such as “Joshua vs. Jericho,” “Warriors for Jesus,” “Bible Man vs. Unbelievers” and “Jesus vs. the Temple Money Changers”, an indoor play area such as found at McDonalds and Burger King. The video arcade and the play area teemed with youth and children screaming, yelling, and running wild as if possessed by something.
A blue light began flickering throughout the BM and a voice from the overhead speakers announced, ‘worship will begin in 15 minutes.’ It was like the ‘blue light specials at K-Mart.’ People began to run or walk rapidly toward the nearest worship center door. It was total bedlam. Almost to the door, which was jam packed with people pushing and shoving trying to be the first to get in, When the doors opened, a loud noise blew over us. People began to shout, “Its Pure Crimson Blood.” Shouting over the ever increasing noise, Arnold said it was My Church’s Christian Rock Band. Pure Crimson Blood sounded to me like someone who had tripped out on some bad acid.
I decided that My Church was not My Church and would never be My Church. I told Arnold, I needed to use the facilities. Brother Arnold pointed down the BM to the facilities. I could hear him say, “Don’t take too long,” as I beat a hasty retreat to my car.
F. Thomas Rondy
©January, 2008
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Past, Present, Future
Yesterday, Tuesday, May 27th, I went to a medical facility for some blood work and other tests. While waiting, I noticed people of all ages entering the building: young, middle aged, and of course, us of more mature age. Some of the more mature persons walked with difficulty--I fit into that category--others who needed the assistance of canes or 'walkers,' and several who were in wheel chairs.
I pondered as I watched this parade of people about the past. In my past, I did not need so many different types of blood work and other tests. I was a reasonably healthy guy--overweight to be sure--but my overall health was rather good. That was until I was diagnosed as a Type 2 diabetic. I managed it well. But then, last year and this year, the doctors informed me of two new incurable diseases I must live with.
Yesterday's tests were for the latest incurable disease. Thus, I pondered what the results of this battery of test will reveal. It is tough waiting for results. The doctor will tell me next week the results of the test.
Now, I contemplate the future. Whatever the results, I will live with it. It may be difficult but my deep abiding faith in God will help me through. There is a religious song which states, "Many things about tomorrow, I don't seem to understand. But I know Who holds tomorrow and I know who holds my hand."
May all of you who are experiencing decline health as I am place your trust and confidence in God. You may not share my faith but whatever your faith, allow the Divine or the High Power to see you through the difficult days.
That's my position. I would love to hear yours.
I pondered as I watched this parade of people about the past. In my past, I did not need so many different types of blood work and other tests. I was a reasonably healthy guy--overweight to be sure--but my overall health was rather good. That was until I was diagnosed as a Type 2 diabetic. I managed it well. But then, last year and this year, the doctors informed me of two new incurable diseases I must live with.
Yesterday's tests were for the latest incurable disease. Thus, I pondered what the results of this battery of test will reveal. It is tough waiting for results. The doctor will tell me next week the results of the test.
Now, I contemplate the future. Whatever the results, I will live with it. It may be difficult but my deep abiding faith in God will help me through. There is a religious song which states, "Many things about tomorrow, I don't seem to understand. But I know Who holds tomorrow and I know who holds my hand."
May all of you who are experiencing decline health as I am place your trust and confidence in God. You may not share my faith but whatever your faith, allow the Divine or the High Power to see you through the difficult days.
That's my position. I would love to hear yours.
Friday, May 23, 2008
Spring Cleaning
On our refrigerator is a magnet with a cute saying, "you can touch the dust but don't write in it." Sometimes I want to change it to read, "if you have time to write in the dust, you have time to clean it." No one, however, has taken me up on the suggestion so, it befalls me to do the dusting. I don't mind it. I just don't do it on a regular basis. I guess that's why someone came up with the idea of "Spring Cleaning."
As a child, I can remember Spring Cleaning days when my mother would put the floor rugs over the close line and my brother and I would "beat the dust" out of them. Fun for kids growing up as we practiced our best baseball swings as dust flew around us making us cough and sneeze. This was followed by dusting underneath our beds and turning the mattress. There was lots of dust bunnies hiding under the beds lest they be found by the humans. But we found them only to discover a few days or weeks later they had multiplied.
Now, Spring Cleaning has come to my home. My office is a total mess. Three people have used this office during the past year or so and it is now referred to as the computer room. The CR contains my wife's computer and related stuff as well as some items left behind when our grandson moved out. He has lots of school books, notes, etc. Then there is my stuff. Yes, I'll admit to being a pack rat. My stuff includes college notes, papers, old exams, etc. The computer room is just a hodge podge of stuff which I am trying to sort out and to throw away. The other day, I came across stuff I had not used in five or more years, so I got rid of them. The pack rat in me says that I will need them some day. I hope not as the garbage has already been picked up this week and I do not want to go to the landfill to search for that stuff.
Spring Cleaning may well last into the summer at the rate I am going. If it does, it will be time for Fall Cleaning and a never ending cycle of cleaning. If you should come to my house and you see dust, I'll show you where the dust rag is and you can do your part to keep my home spic and span.
Have a great and wonderful day.
As a child, I can remember Spring Cleaning days when my mother would put the floor rugs over the close line and my brother and I would "beat the dust" out of them. Fun for kids growing up as we practiced our best baseball swings as dust flew around us making us cough and sneeze. This was followed by dusting underneath our beds and turning the mattress. There was lots of dust bunnies hiding under the beds lest they be found by the humans. But we found them only to discover a few days or weeks later they had multiplied.
Now, Spring Cleaning has come to my home. My office is a total mess. Three people have used this office during the past year or so and it is now referred to as the computer room. The CR contains my wife's computer and related stuff as well as some items left behind when our grandson moved out. He has lots of school books, notes, etc. Then there is my stuff. Yes, I'll admit to being a pack rat. My stuff includes college notes, papers, old exams, etc. The computer room is just a hodge podge of stuff which I am trying to sort out and to throw away. The other day, I came across stuff I had not used in five or more years, so I got rid of them. The pack rat in me says that I will need them some day. I hope not as the garbage has already been picked up this week and I do not want to go to the landfill to search for that stuff.
Spring Cleaning may well last into the summer at the rate I am going. If it does, it will be time for Fall Cleaning and a never ending cycle of cleaning. If you should come to my house and you see dust, I'll show you where the dust rag is and you can do your part to keep my home spic and span.
Have a great and wonderful day.
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Taking Responsibility
An aspect of my teaching is to help my students to take responsibility. The majority of them get the message right away as I tell them the very first day of class, "Each one of you has an 'A' right now." I follow that up by stating that if they desire to keep the 'A' they must take responsibility to be in class [although I cannot compel them to be there], do the assigned readings, turn in the written assignments on time, and to take the test and exams. I don't automatically give 'A's' to each student if they do the above but assess them on their ability to do the work. If there is a problem, I counsel with them to determine how I can help them achieve the very best grade possible for them.
I, also, emphasize that if they are going to miss class to let me know either in person or via email. This applies to papers and exams as well. I do this so the student will take responsibility for their education.
Having said all of this, I received an email from a student who received a "D" for the final grade. She wanted to know why. The reason being: she has missed class since mid March, failed to take two exams and failed the final exam. I had attempted during the semester to reach her via email but no responses from her. In her email this week, she indicated that she just had to have an 'A+' because she was an all 'A' student and thus could she do some extra credit work to bring up her grade? I had to remind her that the semester was officially over the day of the final exam and to allow her to do some additional work would not be fair to the other students who did their work during the semester and that the 'D' would have to stand.
When I asked about why she did not respond to my offers of help during the semester, her reply was she was the kind of person who did not ask for help. My last comment to her was to take this semester as a learning experience---to take responsibility and to let the instructors know you are having trouble. Most of the instructors I work with are willing to help the student who needs the help but we cannot help those who refuse it.
Ah the joys of teaching. I love it.
Sunday, May 18, 2008
His Heart Was Broken
A fellow minister and friend of mine died several months ago. I had heard that he retired, due to health reasons, from a twenty plus year pastorate several years ago. I learned yesterday that was not the reason for his "retirement." A powerful minority forced him out because his messages no longer made them "feel good."
This kind of thing happens all to often within my denomination. I have a friend in Alabama who was forced into "retirement" because his sermons "were not spiritual" enough to suit a powerful minority. In my own case, fifteen years ago, another powerful minority indicated "they were not being fed spiritually."
The friend who died recently went into a serious depression following his forced "retirement." His heart was broken. He loved the Lord. Enjoyed preaching. Love his congregation only to have them force him out. He was even ignored and shunned by the "pious ones" who treated him so badly.
As I learned the other side of the story, I was told that he continued in his faith and asked Jesus to take him Home. Despite his broken heart, he hummed gospel songs, the songs of faith. I do not know which songs he sang but I can almost hear him sing, "On Christ the Solid Rock I stand all other ground is sinking sand...." Broken hearted he held tightly to Jesus Christ, His Lord and Savior and realized that the "church" was nothing more than "sinking sand."
Jesus came to get my fellow minister to take him Home. When Jesus came, his broken heart was mended and his depression was lifted. I can hear Jesus saying to him, "Welcome home, my good and faithful servant."
I know what my friend endured as I, too, when the church turned on my after nearly seventeen years went into depression and took a sabbatical from preaching. During the time of my healing, I came to realize that faith is not in a denomination or local church but in Jesus Christ. He was the source of my healing and continues to be my Companion and Guide.
I am back preaching as guest minister at various churches but, I don't attend my denominational church where I reside. I am so sick and tired of the church's politics wherein a powerful minority makes decisions for the majority claiming they know what is best for the congregation. Each day I live, I come closer to the Lord and my faith runs deep and strong. "On Christ the solid rock, I stand, all other ground is sinking sand...."
Friday, May 16, 2008
List of Prayer Request or Prayer?
I receive several church newsletters from different parts of the United States. Most of the are about the same as they list the happenings or future events in the life of the congregation. Every single one of them prints a list of people who need prayer. It seems as though, the church desires each person to pray for those on the list.
I ponder this: Is is a list of prayer request or does it stimulate real prayer? Seldom do I see in any of the church newsletters a notice of a "prayer meeting." When I was a child and a youth, my home church had a prayer meeting on Wednesday evening. During prayer meeting, time was spent in concentrated and earnest prayer for those on the list or ones that were verbally mentioned that evening. It was a time of prayer power with only one song and a minute or two devotional.
Prayer can and does make a difference. When the Body of Christ gathers for prayer great things can happen. Continue with the lists, if you must, but spend extended time in concentrated prayer for those on the list. Certainly you can pray at home but we're easily distracted by phone calls, television, the kids, etc. Come together in the sanctuary--away from all distractions--and engage in prayer. No telling what God can do when His people pray.
I ponder this: Is is a list of prayer request or does it stimulate real prayer? Seldom do I see in any of the church newsletters a notice of a "prayer meeting." When I was a child and a youth, my home church had a prayer meeting on Wednesday evening. During prayer meeting, time was spent in concentrated and earnest prayer for those on the list or ones that were verbally mentioned that evening. It was a time of prayer power with only one song and a minute or two devotional.
Prayer can and does make a difference. When the Body of Christ gathers for prayer great things can happen. Continue with the lists, if you must, but spend extended time in concentrated prayer for those on the list. Certainly you can pray at home but we're easily distracted by phone calls, television, the kids, etc. Come together in the sanctuary--away from all distractions--and engage in prayer. No telling what God can do when His people pray.
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Annual Review
Today I met with my department head for my first performance review. She gave some very valuable information as to how to maximize my in-class room time. She, also, complimented me on my "laid back" style and how well I relate to my students. Overall, it was a good performance review.
Exams
Two of my classes have taken the final exam with the third class to take its final on Friday. Now, the "fun" begins for me as I have to grade the exams with short answers and essays. I know of two students who will receive a lesser grade because they wrote only one sentence on 2 of the 4 essay questions. When I asked them about it, they indicated that's all they knew about the subject even though I had given each class a study guide a week or so prior to the exam. Go figure.
One of the students in the Friday class emailed me this morning because he could not find something in the text book that was contained on the study guide. I wonder why students wait until the last minute to cram for finals? I have to ask myself, did I do that while in college? Of course, that has been so long ago I have forgotten.
Grading the exams and tabulating all of the assignments to arrive at a final grade for each student will consume most of the weekend. But, that's okay as I love teaching.
One of the students in the Friday class emailed me this morning because he could not find something in the text book that was contained on the study guide. I wonder why students wait until the last minute to cram for finals? I have to ask myself, did I do that while in college? Of course, that has been so long ago I have forgotten.
Grading the exams and tabulating all of the assignments to arrive at a final grade for each student will consume most of the weekend. But, that's okay as I love teaching.
Monday, May 12, 2008
Semester Draws to a Close
Today was the last official day of classes. The finals will be on Wednesday and Friday. I will have two finals on Wednesday for my 2 ethics classes and one on Friday for the Philosophy class.
Most of the students are well prepared and will do well on the comprehensive final. Others will struggle to maintain a "C" because they have not applied themselves during the semester.
Overall, I've had a good group of students this semester. Two of them will graduate Thursday evening with their A. A. degrees. One will continue her studies at a local university while the other will return to her home state of Minnesota to continue her college education there.
Today was a bitter-sweet day for me as I get attached to the students only to let them take their flight beyond the "nest." Oh well, I will have another group of students in the Fall.
Such is the life of a teacher/educator. Until next time, have a great day.
Most of the students are well prepared and will do well on the comprehensive final. Others will struggle to maintain a "C" because they have not applied themselves during the semester.
Overall, I've had a good group of students this semester. Two of them will graduate Thursday evening with their A. A. degrees. One will continue her studies at a local university while the other will return to her home state of Minnesota to continue her college education there.
Today was a bitter-sweet day for me as I get attached to the students only to let them take their flight beyond the "nest." Oh well, I will have another group of students in the Fall.
Such is the life of a teacher/educator. Until next time, have a great day.
Sunday, May 11, 2008
One of Those Days
Have you ever had "one of those days"? Today was one of those days for me. I was scheduled to be the guest minister at a church in another community which meant that I had to get up earlier than usual. The church has two services: one at 8:30 am and the other at 10:30 am.
I headed out to my car and proceeded to put down the garage door. It would not go down. I got out of the car inspected to see if there was anything blocking the light beam and tried again. It still would not come down. Upon closer inspection, I noticed one of the rollers had fallen off...then notice the door was hanging on the opposite end only to discover two rollers on the floor. I went back into the house to let my wife know about the door. I figure the high winds we had last night may have somehow lifted the door enough to cause the one roller to come off the track. Thunderstorms and tornadoes coupled with high winds raged through our area last night.
I got back into the car and drove to the church in the other community with about 5 minutes to spare before the 8:30 am service started. I introduced myself and a nice gentleman had a preplexed look on his face. He then told me that today was the first Sunday for their new Interim Minister. He introduced me to the new minister who apologized profusely for the "mix up."
So, I headed home to be with my wife and sister-in-law on Mother's Day. It was a good thing I had gone shopping on Saturday or it would have really been "one of those days."
Ah, well all things ended well....except the garage door. We'll leave that to the professionals.
Have a good day.
I headed out to my car and proceeded to put down the garage door. It would not go down. I got out of the car inspected to see if there was anything blocking the light beam and tried again. It still would not come down. Upon closer inspection, I noticed one of the rollers had fallen off...then notice the door was hanging on the opposite end only to discover two rollers on the floor. I went back into the house to let my wife know about the door. I figure the high winds we had last night may have somehow lifted the door enough to cause the one roller to come off the track. Thunderstorms and tornadoes coupled with high winds raged through our area last night.
I got back into the car and drove to the church in the other community with about 5 minutes to spare before the 8:30 am service started. I introduced myself and a nice gentleman had a preplexed look on his face. He then told me that today was the first Sunday for their new Interim Minister. He introduced me to the new minister who apologized profusely for the "mix up."
So, I headed home to be with my wife and sister-in-law on Mother's Day. It was a good thing I had gone shopping on Saturday or it would have really been "one of those days."
Ah, well all things ended well....except the garage door. We'll leave that to the professionals.
Have a good day.
Saturday, May 10, 2008
The First Woman on the Moon
The first woman on the moon, of course, is......
Only those old enough to have watched the "Honey Mooners" will appreciate this cartoon. "One of these day, Alice. One of these days....."
Only those old enough to have watched the "Honey Mooners" will appreciate this cartoon. "One of these day, Alice. One of these days....."Enjoy a bit of laughter today.
Friday, May 9, 2008
Students One Week Before Finals
This is the way my students looked today one week before final exams. I teach Introduction to Ethics and Introduction to Philosophy at a local community college. Most of the students are right out of high school and in their freshman year.
I tell them they should not cram the night before the exam and if they have paid attention all semester long and did the assigned reading, they should have no trouble with the final. What really frightens them is the short answers and essay questions---4 on each exam. I have even given them a study guide but they are still terrified.
Ah, the joys of learning.
I tell them they should not cram the night before the exam and if they have paid attention all semester long and did the assigned reading, they should have no trouble with the final. What really frightens them is the short answers and essay questions---4 on each exam. I have even given them a study guide but they are still terrified.
Ah, the joys of learning.
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