I was contemplating today what would be good content for the first official post. Many ideas came to mind, especially concerning the various topics that I, as a pastor, feel important. As I sat, praying, it came to me that you, the reader, would like to know something about me, the person, as opposed to the rhetoric found in interviews, media blurbs, etc. I am not talking about the stuffy About Me page that lists lots of info about education or positions I have held and hold presently. No, I’m talking about who I am, the entity sitting here sipping coffee and talking to you. So…here goes.
I was borned a coal miner’s daughter. Strike that. I was born in Carlsbad, New Mexico waaaay back (you know, what they call, “back in the day” today) in 1946. Growing up in the early and late fifties was quite wonderful, actually. Public school was still considered “the place” for the kids to receive their unbelievingly advanced and superior to the rest of the world’s education. People actually felt safe in the area of the country I was in to leave the front door unlocked for a family member who would be arriving home late.
I remember ice cream socials. Sitting on the porch, listening to our elders talking about the old days and they actually made it sound exciting. That isn’t the case today. Kids look with pity at me sometimes, the old man, struggling with my iPad mini while trying to text with one finger. I know they are secretly giggling as I watch their thumbs flying so fast that they are only a blur. That’s ok. I remember doing the same as my dad would ask me to adjust the rabbit ears on our TV set. I always got this power trip when the program came in loud and strong, even though there was no way anyone could get all of the snow out. I suppose nothing ever changes in that area.
I’m not saying that I had a Leave it to Beaver lifestyle. What I am saying is that if today’s children could look back through time to my childhood, they might say that I had lived a Cleaver life. Even adults could not see the XXX or X rated material and media that children now watch. Did I respect my parents? I think I did. The reason that I say think is because I did break their rules when I was growing up. A lot. Then, again, I imagine everyone did—except for Alfred Dour (name has been changed to protect the guilty).
“Seriously, something is very wrong in our society today.”
Alfred had this way about him, a methodology if you will, of never allowing anything that you did that your parents would not like go unnoticed. I went hungry many a day because I paid for insurance Just to keep ‘ol Fred quiet. However, there were times when I just didn’t have the money. That first time was when I knew for certain that ‘ol Fred wasn’t bluffing. I’m sure that if you are willing you can remember an ‘ol Fred in your life also.
Bob Dylan’s “The times they are a-changin” is certainly correct when it comes to today, is it not? I hate to sound like the old fogey, next door neighbor that lived beside me when I was 11.
“Boy, you get outta my yard with that dog of yurs afore I take this limb to ya,” old man Weatherby would shout every time me and Snowball would get close to his prize begonias. “You kids today don’t have respect for anyone but yourselves!”
Sigh—those were the days.
Seriously, something is very wrong in our society today. I don’t think anyone would completely disagree with me on that. Many posit their thoughts on it. Some disagree. Some hold that things are taking their natural course as man reaches the heights of his abilities. Others, like me, are concerned that if these are the heights that mans’ abilities have reached, we are back to square one.
If you are waiting for me to provide all of the answers to these issues, I am sorry to disappoint you. I am just venting, like all of the generations before me, as to what a big mess the world is in. If you are a Christian, you and your family are not following the world: you are following Jesus. If you are not a Christian and would like to discover who He is, you have come to the right place. Join with us as we gather together in, ALL THINGS CHRISTIAN!
This site is just beginning. I invite you to become a part of it. I welcome you in the name of Jesus Christ.
Until next time,