Cute Drama Just For Me

I saw the cutest "drama" last evening. I had pulled up at the church and watched the cows in the adjoining pasture. One of the teenage boys from the church was standing by the fence and a few calves had joined him. More calves came, one or two at a time, until there were about 15 of them standing by the fence. Then I saw a little brown one coming, followed by his mother, several strides behind. What struck me so funny was that I imagined what type of mother she was! I could just see her stomping her feet and clenching her fists, and saying, "Well, I never! I won't allow my child to hang around strangers like that. What is wrong with these other moms?" She apparently said something to her child, turned around and walked back toward the other cows, followed closely by her calf. I laughed and laughed about that. It always amazes me that the calves know that the other calves are calves! That they are the same. Even on the day they are born, the calves get together and nose each other. I love watching them but soon they will be gathered up and taken to summer pasture. I will miss them, as usual.

Brother, Where Are You?

Huey, Dewey and Louie are Donald Duck's nephews but he doesn't have a brother. He does have a sister named Dumbella. In 1938 she sent her "three angel children" for a visit. They stayed forever apparently.

WHERE, OH WHERE?

WHERE is Donald Duck's Brother?

Another Mysterious Local Tragedy

About ten days ago, another young woman associated with people in our church was found dead in her bed. There is no connection to the one who died in Kansas. Her two youngest children were asleep in the bed with her. She had sent an email to a friend at 3 A.M. and apparently died at 4 A.M. No cause has been discovered. Her boyfriend found her and tried to awaken her. Her little boy was patting her and telling her to "wake up, Mommy." Her memorial service was today. I didn't know her very well but had known her boyfriend for many years. They had been attending another Baptist church and had joined on the Sunday before she died on Wednesday. We may never know what happened.

Beware of .........

I worked for many years at a doctor’s office. The doctor loved history, artifacts, petrified wood, fossils, etc. I worked during off-hours sometimes as I was the transcriber and the quiet helped. One day as I was preparing to leave the office, someone knocked on the front door. I opened it, expecting it to be a patient. There were two young men standing there. They were dressed rather pecularly, in a manner commonly thought of as geek wear. Their pants seems a little too short and their waists a little too high, and, believe it or not, they had pen holders in their shirt pockets. I asked if I could help them and one of them replied that they had something that would be of interest to the doctor. They had heard about his interest in antiquities and such and wanted to show him what they had. I informed them that he was not in the office. They proceeded to unwrap an item and showed me a small metal looking thing that appeared to be a likeness of a griffin. For those who are not familiar with a griffin, it is a winged monster with an eagle like head and the body of a lion. The guys told me it was a genuine iron likeness which had been uncovered during the unearthing of an ancient city in the far east. I took hold of it and turned it around in my hands. It was heavy but it didn’t feel like iron to me. I tapped on it and decided it was ceramic and probably was not what they represented it to be. I handed it back and told them that the doctor wouldn’t be interested.

You know, it just goes to show you…. Beware of geeks bearing griffs!

God Can Handle IT

I would like to share an amazing story. It concerns some friends of mine and it shows me very clearly how God takes His own sweet time to meet our needs. This man and woman have had some hard knocks over the past few years, mostly to do with his health problems. He went into renal failure and is doing dialysis three times a week. He has been unable to work and his wife's work varies from part time to full time. They have had problems dealing with the VA and disability services. During these years, they began attending a church where they found the love and friendship they desired. Because of various transportation problems, they became unable to travel the 20 miles or so to their church. Being a tough Vietnam Vet, he was a little skeptical of "religion" but loved the pastor and the people. Well, things continued to worsen for them financially. They were on the verge of losing their rental house, several utilities had sent disconnect letters, she got laid off, they were still struggling with getting their retroactive disability and VA benefits. They were one step away from being homeless. He talked to the VA officer and was told that he could expect the check in two weeks. He and his wife pondered this, wondering how they would survive that long. This is the good part. They both told me that, though she had been praying all along, he had finally said something to the effect, "Well, God! Only you can take care this." Instead of two weeks, the check came in two days. They paid for six months' rent in advance, paid their utilities, bought a vehicle that actually runs, and put some away for a "rainy day". And the Sunday after the money arrived, he woke her up and said, "Get up! We're going to church." So do you want to guess who is praising the name of the Lord these days? I pray he takes the appropriate step to ensure his salvation (I don't know if he has or not, of course.)

I explained to them that sometimes God just wants us to be willing to be willing, and that when you're flat on your back, the only way to look is up. God broke his will and he became mold-able. PTL

I Have a Question.

Hey writers out there! I have a question. When I want to tell a story or antedote about a real person, will I get in trouble if I don't use their real name? What if he is recognized because of the story?