Life messed me over! I have always been jealous of anyone who has a grandfather. My dads dad and my grandfather, Virdo Woods, passed away nearly a decade before I was born. (If I was named Virdo I might have left early too.) His wife, Ada, had already died from breast cancer. My grandfather on my moms side, James Robertson, met me, but I never met him. What I mean is that we crossed paths during my first year of life. He met me but I had no more recognition of him than I had of President Eisenhower. Clearly he realized that none of his kids could produce anything better than this newborn bundle of joy because he promptly checked out and went to heaven. (Grandpa Robertson was a deacon in the Baptist Church in Marmaduke, Arkansas. So of course he went to heaven.) That left me with his wife, Grandma Molly.
Tuesday, November 01, 2022
Grandma Molly
Life messed me over! I have always been jealous of anyone who has a grandfather. My dads dad and my grandfather, Virdo Woods, passed away nearly a decade before I was born. (If I was named Virdo I might have left early too.) His wife, Ada, had already died from breast cancer. My grandfather on my moms side, James Robertson, met me, but I never met him. What I mean is that we crossed paths during my first year of life. He met me but I had no more recognition of him than I had of President Eisenhower. Clearly he realized that none of his kids could produce anything better than this newborn bundle of joy because he promptly checked out and went to heaven. (Grandpa Robertson was a deacon in the Baptist Church in Marmaduke, Arkansas. So of course he went to heaven.) That left me with his wife, Grandma Molly.
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Tuesday, January 04, 2022
You Cannot Deny It. We Have Trees.
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Monday, December 13, 2021
Gravity Brings Me Down.
I have broken three bones in my life. Two of those breaks were not my fault. Sure, I was running through the church chasing a kid while we were firing squirt guns at one another. And yes, I hit a wet patch on the stairs and my feet shot out from under me. I did rocket to the bottom landing, where I lay moaning and dazed. But that is exactly my point! The culprit was GRAVITY. Without gravity I would have caught that little sucker and he would have been so very sorry he messed with me. It is not my fault that four football players and a cheerleader had to carry me home because I couldn't walk or drive. It turned out to be a broken elbow ... broken by g-r-a-v-i-t-y. And then there was the time I took that nasty spill while downhill skiing. Again ... not my fault. That was the steepest bunny slope I have ever seen. And it was gravity that carried me to the bottom ... on my bottom ... with a busted shoulder. The fact that I continued skiing for four more hours is a testament to my skill and finesse.
Gravity always wins. Always. That is the way the world works. Shoot yourself off into space and you will find out you weigh virtually nothing. And nothing will hold you down. You are free to roam about the universe. You can swim effortlessly without water through the gravity-less emptiness of space. But even with a broken bone or two I am exceedingly grateful for gravity. Those guys up there on that water tower across the street from my church this morning had to fight gravity to get up there. Step after heavy step, they put great effort into climbing that puppy. When they finish their work they can look forward to a much easier descent. Why? Gravity. Yes sir. It will push them right along and they will be surprised how much easier it is to go down that it was to go up. Gravity keeps us rooted in place. It keeps us from pushing off from the planet and accidentally sky rocketing into the stratosphere and points beyond. Wouldn't that be a mess? Without gravity you just might sneeze and rocket yourself skyward without intent. Home would be just a memory as you looked down at that little receding speck-of-a-planet while gliding effortlessly by Jupiter on the way to the edge of the solar system. Yes, gravity makes sneezing much safer. Who knew? Ever wonder where you put you car keys? Without gravity it wouldn't matter where you put them. They could be anywhere. Literally .. anywhere. Without gravity rain wouldn't fall and you might actually drown from the moisture in the air. (Okay, I made that up. But it might be true. I want it to be true.) Thank God for gravity! Wait ... thank God? God? You mean gravity was designed by a powerful authoritative creator? It didn't just happen because the earth spins around? Well, yes and no. Gravity is not a direct result of the earth spinning around but ... it affects gravity. Gravity is caused by mass. But before we get so deep into physics we all make a mess of our mass ... ask yourself this little question ... who put the spin on the earth? Whoever spun the earth created gravity. They work in sync with one another. Don't you think? I mean ... is it easier to believer that gravity just happened? That the earth just started spinning? Or is it easier to believe that someone caused it ... designed it ... set it into motion? I think I know. But I am not a gravity expert. I am simply a gravity consumer. You figure it out.
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Friday, November 12, 2021
Monday, June 29, 2020
Turning 65 ---Things I've Noticed In The Rear View Mirror
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Saturday, April 04, 2020
Tuesday, October 29, 2019
Stupid Picture Chronicles #73
I know all things are relative but... life is different in the U.P.
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Monday, March 25, 2019
Who Gave Me The Right....?
What if I am wrong? It happens more frequently than I would like to admit. Usually there is nothing more at stake than the price of a sale item, a wrong turn on the way to my destination, or some other harmless event.
But every now and then...
Today found me at a hospital where I had gone to visit a friend. He is nearly a decade younger than I am. He has experienced fewer Christmas Eve's, quiet evenings with his wife, and has probably made less mistakes than I must admit to. My friend is very, very, sick. The doctor told him this morning that he has reached the end of his days. There are no treatments to make him well. He will not drive a car, take a stroll, or go to a movie, again. The only remaining question is how long he will last and what will it be like when he dies.
We talked for a long while. We prayed together. We took the necessary measures to put him at peace with his spiritual condition. He believed he is an "official Christ-follower." But I suppose when you get down to the nitty gritty everybody wants to make certain. And so we made certain. As I was preparing to leave he asked me a question. He said that he does not want any drastic, life saving measures. It is his desire to accept what God has brought to him. Lingering is not something he wants to do. I understand that. I think I would feel the same way. He asked me if it would offend God if he told his doctors not to take those drastic steps. I assured him that his Father understands. He will not be angry. This decision will not affect their relationship. We prayed again and I took my leave.
As I sat in the parking lot a few minutes later I took my time, sitting in the sunshine and reflecting on the last hour. At that point it occurred to me … what if I am wrong? Who gives me the right to speak for God? My friend is banking everything on what I tell him … how I lead him … the "truth" that I declare to him. How do I know if God minds him rejecting extreme, life extending, measures? I cannot think of a place in the Bible where it says it is okay to stop fighting and run to Jesus. I am pretty certain it is not in there. Actually, I am completely certain it is not in there. I've read the entire book multiple times and this issue is not addressed. So. I believe what I told him is correct but I cannot prove it. What gives me the right to speak for God?
I wish I could give you an answer that puts a nice ribbon and bow on top of this conversational package. I do not have one. I am still working through this problem. Nothing in "preacher school" told me what to say at a moment like that one. I have not encountered it in a seminar or heard it addressed in a sermon. What gives me the right? What if I am wrong? The question seems simple enough. What if it is not?
Here is what I've got. God told me to love and pastor His church. He made me responsible for the spiritual well-being of more people than anyone could possibly know intimately. Some I am very close to. Some I am still getting to know. And in this particular moment I have become acutely aware that I had better walk rrrreeeaaaallllyyy close to Jesus. I had better listen very carefully for "the still, small, voice of His Spirit." I had better spend great amounts of time in stillness before Him learning what He sounds like. How else will I know what He is saying to me when a crises-moment like this one occurs? It is a scary thought. And it is even scarier to think that people look at me and think I am an expert on God. Seriously … can anybody be an expert on God?
I am not wrong in what I told my friend. I know where to go with questions like this. I go straight to The Throne. I do not really believe I might be wrong. That is not the point of this little essay. The point is that there is too much at stake for ANY of us to wander off and fall out of intimate contact with God. So listen close … don't you do it. If you have removed yourself from faithfully presenting yourself before God and seeking His Face … shame on you. Listen to this pastor who is human and mortal and fallible and all of the things that you are. RUN TO HIM. He will not be mad. He will welcome you.
I believe He told me to tell you that.
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Thursday, February 14, 2019
Stupid Picture Chronicles #71
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Tuesday, January 15, 2019
Stupid Picture Chronicles #70
Because the right button can fix anything ...
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Wednesday, October 03, 2018
Friday, August 17, 2018
Taxiing to the gate
Contrary to what you may have heard there is such a thing as a dumb question. I deal with them all of the time.
(Insert awkward silence here.)
Posted by Ron at 8/17/2018 12:59:00 PM 0 comments
Friday, July 20, 2018
Afraid Not To Live
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How clueless am I?
Posted by Ron at 7/20/2018 09:33:00 PM 0 comments