A hand of fear gripped the crowd that dayAt Jairus's home
When the doctor shook his head
And said, "She's gone"
And, you could feel the mother's heart break,
and you could hear them cry and mourn
Their little girl was only 12 years old
Somewhere in the distance,
Outlined against the sun,
There came a Man with a mission from the Throne
They said, "Look, somebody's coming"
But, what they did not know
It was their Promise coming down that dusty road!
There's a Promise coming down that dusty road
From His Holy hands healing virtue flows
He's got the key to what you need
Death and hell He will defeat
There's a Promise coming down that dusty road!
The one who turned to mock Him
When Jesus did speak
He said, "your daughter's not dead,She's just asleep"
Then He turned to the unbelievers
And He told them all, "Go home"
They heard Him say, "Leave me and death alone"
Then He laid His hand upon the child,
He looked death right in the eye
He said, "All power in Heaven and earth belong to me"
And, with a voice that sounds like thunder,
He hurled death asunder,
And, then He said, "Little girl, rise and be healed!"
There's a Promise coming down that dusty road
From His Holy hands healing virtue flows
He's got the key to what you need
Death and hell He will defeat
There's a Promise coming down that dusty road!
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I am so thankful that I have experienced the "healing hands" of this Promise...that I know our God still heals and delivers today. I'm so humbled that God would reach down and heal someone like me. He is the healer of sick bodies, mender of broken hearts, and restorer of troubled souls.
Praising God for His healing power!
Some of my favorite words...
In times like these you need a Savior
In times like these you need an anchor;
Be very sure, be very sure
Your anchor holds and grips the Solid Rock!
Chorus:
This Rock is Jesus, Yes, He's the One;
This Rock is Jesus, the only One!
Be very sure, be very sure
Your anchor holds and grips the Solid Rock!
In times like these you need the Bible,
In times like these O be not idle;
Be very sure, be very sure
Your anchor holds and grips the Solid Rock!
In times like these I have a Savior,
In times like these I have an anchor;
I'm very sure, I'm very sure
My anchor holds and grips the Solid Rock!
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Even though these words were penned many, many years ago...they are oh so true today! I am constantly reminded that I am living in the "last of the last days"...and that I must have a sure foundation in my life. That foundation is Christ Himself.
I heard someone say something very profound the other day: "There is a ROCK between me and a hard place." That Rock is Jesus!
In times like these you need an anchor;
Be very sure, be very sure
Your anchor holds and grips the Solid Rock!
Chorus:
This Rock is Jesus, Yes, He's the One;
This Rock is Jesus, the only One!
Be very sure, be very sure
Your anchor holds and grips the Solid Rock!
In times like these you need the Bible,
In times like these O be not idle;
Be very sure, be very sure
Your anchor holds and grips the Solid Rock!
In times like these I have a Savior,
In times like these I have an anchor;
I'm very sure, I'm very sure
My anchor holds and grips the Solid Rock!
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Even though these words were penned many, many years ago...they are oh so true today! I am constantly reminded that I am living in the "last of the last days"...and that I must have a sure foundation in my life. That foundation is Christ Himself.
I heard someone say something very profound the other day: "There is a ROCK between me and a hard place." That Rock is Jesus!
Relationships matter...
About fifteen years ago, I remember hearing the guest speaker say something profound during a Sunday morning worship gathering at the church where I was a regular attender in west Texas. This lady said,
There are only two things you can carry from this world to the next: Your relationship with the Lord Jesus Christ and your relationship with other people.
Even though I remember her message was very good, that one statement seized my heart...and I've always remembered it. This lady was also diagnosed with terminal breast cancer. I don't know if she is still alive or not...but her words still are very much alive in me!
The Bible has so much to say about relationships. All kinds of relationships. And since God's Word says so much about them, relationships must be of paramount importance to God Himself.
Sadly, some of us (myself included) have experienced the painful reality of relationships that have gone sour. Some of these events have been my fault...some of them have not. But the pain has always been real.
I found out, a long time ago, that it is much easier and much better to keep relationships in good repair than it is to "repair them" once they have been damaged or broken.
Even in the family of God. And especially in the family of God.
There are only two things you can carry from this world to the next: Your relationship with the Lord Jesus Christ and your relationship with other people.
Even though I remember her message was very good, that one statement seized my heart...and I've always remembered it. This lady was also diagnosed with terminal breast cancer. I don't know if she is still alive or not...but her words still are very much alive in me!
The Bible has so much to say about relationships. All kinds of relationships. And since God's Word says so much about them, relationships must be of paramount importance to God Himself.
Sadly, some of us (myself included) have experienced the painful reality of relationships that have gone sour. Some of these events have been my fault...some of them have not. But the pain has always been real.
I found out, a long time ago, that it is much easier and much better to keep relationships in good repair than it is to "repair them" once they have been damaged or broken.
Even in the family of God. And especially in the family of God.
"Because I care...."
I was talking with a wonderful, wonderful godly man last night. He is now a retired minister, having served in the pastorate, and in several capacities for his denomination. I've known him for almost 30 years. He is a precious, precious man.
I try to call him about once a week or so, just to check up on him. His precious wife preceded him to Heaven, and he is a bit lonely. As a matter of fact, when I received his Christmas card last year, he had signed both of their names....it brought tears to my eyes.
But this wonderful man said something that hit me like a ton of bricks. We were talking about the pastorate, his years of serving in active/fulltime ministry, and he then stated, "Brother Phil, I never ever went to see someone in need or in the hospital or at their home because it was my job. I always went to see them, or called them because I CARED about them. I loved them, and wanted them to know that I CARED and that GOD CARED."
I was almost speechless! It has been such a long time since I've heard someone say they "cared"...and that was their only motivation!
It made me stop and think, "What is my motivation for all the people in my life? Why do I call these folks? Why do I want to stay in contact with them?" It is because I care!
So, now the question for all of us:
"Are you in relationship with people just because that is what you are being paid to do?"
In my humble opinion, that would be a HORRIBLE way to make a living.
Do you really, really care? How do you show it? How do people know that you are in their lives for the long haul?
I care because God cares...and you will know that God cares because I care.
I try to call him about once a week or so, just to check up on him. His precious wife preceded him to Heaven, and he is a bit lonely. As a matter of fact, when I received his Christmas card last year, he had signed both of their names....it brought tears to my eyes.
But this wonderful man said something that hit me like a ton of bricks. We were talking about the pastorate, his years of serving in active/fulltime ministry, and he then stated, "Brother Phil, I never ever went to see someone in need or in the hospital or at their home because it was my job. I always went to see them, or called them because I CARED about them. I loved them, and wanted them to know that I CARED and that GOD CARED."
I was almost speechless! It has been such a long time since I've heard someone say they "cared"...and that was their only motivation!
It made me stop and think, "What is my motivation for all the people in my life? Why do I call these folks? Why do I want to stay in contact with them?" It is because I care!
So, now the question for all of us:
"Are you in relationship with people just because that is what you are being paid to do?"
In my humble opinion, that would be a HORRIBLE way to make a living.
Do you really, really care? How do you show it? How do people know that you are in their lives for the long haul?
I care because God cares...and you will know that God cares because I care.
A nation of "Whiners"...I agree.
Several days ago, former Senator Phil Gramm (R-Texas) made a remark about how we are a "nation of whiners"...and took alot of flack for his comment.
But, alas, he was absolutely correct. We, the people of the United States of America, have indeed become a nation of "whiners". We will whine about anything and everything...just give us a chance....or suggest a topic. Most of the time, we don't even need that much help...we can find something to "whine about" all by ourselves. At least, I am honest enough to admit it.
Of course, anyone who has half an eardrum will constantly hear about how "bad the economy" currently is, and how it's all the fault of the President or Congress or the Federal Reserve or the Japanese or Batman (even though Batman did pretty well this past weekend with his new flick). Could it be that finally we decided that we don't need all the "stuff" that the consuming public is so accustomed to purchasing? Maybe we have reached an unfathomable point of saturation, and the bottomless pit of "consumer lust" does have a landing spot after all?
Yes, I think that gasoline that is more that $4 a gallon is outrageous. But I do remember President Carter warning us about "cheap oil" more than thirty years ago--when I was a teenager, and witnessed the oil shortage firsthand. But it's not the "end of the world." However, listening to people bellyache and moan about the price of petrol--yet some of these same 'whiners' would drive to the bathroom if they could get their car in the house. A really good idea: Learn to walk again, and also learn to use public transportation...both of them are good for you. (I know that public transportation isn't available or accessible to everyone, so I am among the fortunate few here that can rely on it...most of the time).
We tend to whine about the price of food--and we all like to eat. But look at some of our eating habits, and what we waste. I must admit that I am getting MUCH better about this. I am being very careful in how I grocery shop: I will mentally decide when and how I will use every item I buy at the grocery store. I do my best to not buy more than I will use....and I don't have to be a slave to "name brands" either. Yet, I buy what I need, and know I will eat before it spoils...
We tend to whine about our jobs...I'm just very thankful to have one. There are days when everything I touch turns to GOLD. Today is not one of those days. For some crazy reason, everything I've touched today has ROTTED IN MY HANDS! Not a single thing has gone "right" today...but I'm thankful that I have a productive, and mostly enjoyable job.
So, yes Senator Gramm was largely correct. We are indeed a nation of whiners. We need to stop all this whining.
But, alas, he was absolutely correct. We, the people of the United States of America, have indeed become a nation of "whiners". We will whine about anything and everything...just give us a chance....or suggest a topic. Most of the time, we don't even need that much help...we can find something to "whine about" all by ourselves. At least, I am honest enough to admit it.
Of course, anyone who has half an eardrum will constantly hear about how "bad the economy" currently is, and how it's all the fault of the President or Congress or the Federal Reserve or the Japanese or Batman (even though Batman did pretty well this past weekend with his new flick). Could it be that finally we decided that we don't need all the "stuff" that the consuming public is so accustomed to purchasing? Maybe we have reached an unfathomable point of saturation, and the bottomless pit of "consumer lust" does have a landing spot after all?
Yes, I think that gasoline that is more that $4 a gallon is outrageous. But I do remember President Carter warning us about "cheap oil" more than thirty years ago--when I was a teenager, and witnessed the oil shortage firsthand. But it's not the "end of the world." However, listening to people bellyache and moan about the price of petrol--yet some of these same 'whiners' would drive to the bathroom if they could get their car in the house. A really good idea: Learn to walk again, and also learn to use public transportation...both of them are good for you. (I know that public transportation isn't available or accessible to everyone, so I am among the fortunate few here that can rely on it...most of the time).
We tend to whine about the price of food--and we all like to eat. But look at some of our eating habits, and what we waste. I must admit that I am getting MUCH better about this. I am being very careful in how I grocery shop: I will mentally decide when and how I will use every item I buy at the grocery store. I do my best to not buy more than I will use....and I don't have to be a slave to "name brands" either. Yet, I buy what I need, and know I will eat before it spoils...
We tend to whine about our jobs...I'm just very thankful to have one. There are days when everything I touch turns to GOLD. Today is not one of those days. For some crazy reason, everything I've touched today has ROTTED IN MY HANDS! Not a single thing has gone "right" today...but I'm thankful that I have a productive, and mostly enjoyable job.
So, yes Senator Gramm was largely correct. We are indeed a nation of whiners. We need to stop all this whining.
These are hysterical....
http://www.pbs.org/wrenchturns/
Even though I do not own an automobile, I have been a fan of National Public Radio's "CAR TALK" for years. Tom and Ray Magliozzi, better known as "Click and Clack, the Tappet brothers" are absolutely delightful to listen to every Saturday morning at 9 a.m. (central time, of course). They do their broadcast from the Shameless Commerce Division of "Car Talk Plaza" in Cambridge (our Fair City), Massachusetts.
It's an absolute hoot! Wouldn't miss it!
Now, Public Broadcasting System (aka PBS) has come out with these 30 minute animated episodes featuring the voices of these two, in what will be some of the funniest television I've seen in a long time.
Enjoy!
Even though I do not own an automobile, I have been a fan of National Public Radio's "CAR TALK" for years. Tom and Ray Magliozzi, better known as "Click and Clack, the Tappet brothers" are absolutely delightful to listen to every Saturday morning at 9 a.m. (central time, of course). They do their broadcast from the Shameless Commerce Division of "Car Talk Plaza" in Cambridge (our Fair City), Massachusetts.
It's an absolute hoot! Wouldn't miss it!
Now, Public Broadcasting System (aka PBS) has come out with these 30 minute animated episodes featuring the voices of these two, in what will be some of the funniest television I've seen in a long time.
Enjoy!
Why the struggle?
I remember a famous musical artist in the "contemporary Christian" field who had some terrible "moral problems" more than a dozen years ago...
When she finally came "clean"...she said, "I just want to stand free and clean before the Lord, and His people..."
What a feeling! I want to always stand "free and clean before the Lord and His people..."
But sometimes there is tremendous fear...not from God, but from His people. And that's sad...
When we fear "God's people" more than we fear God Himself.
Right now...actually, for the last several months, I've been having an intense internal struggle...and haven't felt that I could share it with anyone...because of the fear that grips my soul.
Fear of:
Rejection
Isolation
Abandonment
Exposure.
Why such fear?
When she finally came "clean"...she said, "I just want to stand free and clean before the Lord, and His people..."
What a feeling! I want to always stand "free and clean before the Lord and His people..."
But sometimes there is tremendous fear...not from God, but from His people. And that's sad...
When we fear "God's people" more than we fear God Himself.
Right now...actually, for the last several months, I've been having an intense internal struggle...and haven't felt that I could share it with anyone...because of the fear that grips my soul.
Fear of:
Rejection
Isolation
Abandonment
Exposure.
Why such fear?
Jesse Jackson: SHUT UP!
Mr Jackson,
Let me say that I rarely want to "take any one to task" as much as I want to just let you have it with all barrels blazing.
Quite frankly, sir, you continue to prove that you are an idiot.
I have a couple of suggestions for you:
1) Stay off the television circuit. Make sure that your "spokesman" (who can't possibly be as incompetent with words as you've proven to be) tells whomever calls that you are "not available." He/She doesn't need to say anything else.
2) Get involved in some activity that doesn't bring "glory" or "recognition" to Jesse Jackson for a change. Go help the homeless in Chicago, or New York, or Zimbabwe. Do something constructive for a change.
3) Listen to Senator Obama and Dr Bill Cosby for a change. These are two of the very few men in this nation who will speak the "truth" to the Black community. You know they are speaking truth is the reason you dislike the message so much. You have pretended to be a "leader" in the black community for as long as I can remember. Where have you "led" these people? How have the lives of people in the black community improved "under your leadership"?
I submit this much: Their lives haven't improved significantly.
4) Finally, Go do something worthwhile...where no one (i.e, the media, your press people, and your "fans) will ever find out. Listen to your son...your name sake. He's the smart one in the family. You continually prove that "his father" isn't nearly as bright as the son.
Let me say that I rarely want to "take any one to task" as much as I want to just let you have it with all barrels blazing.
Quite frankly, sir, you continue to prove that you are an idiot.
I have a couple of suggestions for you:
1) Stay off the television circuit. Make sure that your "spokesman" (who can't possibly be as incompetent with words as you've proven to be) tells whomever calls that you are "not available." He/She doesn't need to say anything else.
2) Get involved in some activity that doesn't bring "glory" or "recognition" to Jesse Jackson for a change. Go help the homeless in Chicago, or New York, or Zimbabwe. Do something constructive for a change.
3) Listen to Senator Obama and Dr Bill Cosby for a change. These are two of the very few men in this nation who will speak the "truth" to the Black community. You know they are speaking truth is the reason you dislike the message so much. You have pretended to be a "leader" in the black community for as long as I can remember. Where have you "led" these people? How have the lives of people in the black community improved "under your leadership"?
I submit this much: Their lives haven't improved significantly.
4) Finally, Go do something worthwhile...where no one (i.e, the media, your press people, and your "fans) will ever find out. Listen to your son...your name sake. He's the smart one in the family. You continually prove that "his father" isn't nearly as bright as the son.
Happy Independence Day, everyone!
Wayul,
I'm just a few hours early, and that's alright with me. (I guess it has to be 'alright' since I'm the one doing the writing here, eh?)
I'm very thankful to be an American. I'm so grateful that I was born, raised, and nurtured here in this place called the United States of America. This is indeed the "land of the free" and very much so, the "home of the brave."
Of course, those who keep saying this is a "free country" obviously haven't looked at their pay stubs lately! And with energy prices soaring through the roof, it's anything BUT free in the foreseeable future.
Yet, there is no place like America. I've been privileged to travel in 34 countries on 4 continents, and have seem some absolutely breathtakingly marvelous sights. Some of these places were "distant dreams" from my childhood/teenage/college years. And just stepping on the ground of places like Seoul, South Korea and Budapest, Hungary and Bologna, Italy--all just a dream hidden in my heart many years ago.
But there is always the thrill of being back in the "nifty Fifty." Just something about when the plane touches down on American soil. Just something very special, very precious about looking out across the "fruited plains" of this continent, and knowing that "I'm home."
But even more important, is the fact that knowing while I was born an American, that "this land" is not my final home.
I really do have a citizenship in a land "Whose Builder and Maker is God" (Hebrews 11). That's my final home.
I'm just a few hours early, and that's alright with me. (I guess it has to be 'alright' since I'm the one doing the writing here, eh?)
I'm very thankful to be an American. I'm so grateful that I was born, raised, and nurtured here in this place called the United States of America. This is indeed the "land of the free" and very much so, the "home of the brave."
Of course, those who keep saying this is a "free country" obviously haven't looked at their pay stubs lately! And with energy prices soaring through the roof, it's anything BUT free in the foreseeable future.
Yet, there is no place like America. I've been privileged to travel in 34 countries on 4 continents, and have seem some absolutely breathtakingly marvelous sights. Some of these places were "distant dreams" from my childhood/teenage/college years. And just stepping on the ground of places like Seoul, South Korea and Budapest, Hungary and Bologna, Italy--all just a dream hidden in my heart many years ago.
But there is always the thrill of being back in the "nifty Fifty." Just something about when the plane touches down on American soil. Just something very special, very precious about looking out across the "fruited plains" of this continent, and knowing that "I'm home."
But even more important, is the fact that knowing while I was born an American, that "this land" is not my final home.
I really do have a citizenship in a land "Whose Builder and Maker is God" (Hebrews 11). That's my final home.
National Issue #10: Returning to Civility
This may be more "pipe dream" than anything else, but I believe that the "lack of civility" in these United States is a serious national issue.
I can't remember a time in my short life (46+ years) when people have been more ugly, more rude, and less well-mannered than in current times.
I'd like to blame it on "global warming"--but that can't possibly be the reason.
I'd like to blame it on "poverty" and the "plight of the poor"--but that can't be it either. I was raised WAAAAY below the poverty line, and I have almost impeccable manners---or at least I think so.
Where did all the name-calling, blame-gaming, and obnoxious behavior (all of which we tend to tolerate under the mantle of "free expression") come from anyway? Who said this is "acceptable behavior"? Where did they (whoever "they" happens to be) get such a horrific idea that this is "acceptable"?
What happened to "thank you", and "please" and "May I?" and "You're Welcome"? What happened to people playing their car stereos at levels where NO ONE else (and particularly not those of us who are trying to sleep in our homes (with our windows closed) can hear the music, or the reverberation?
What happened to people getting all the "facts" before they start spreading "lies" about those with whom they might disagree, politically, philosophically, or spiritually?
Whatever happened to the "truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth"? Did that disappear with the television series "DragNet"?
Whatever happened to adults being worthy of respect and attentions simply by the virtue of being "adults"?
I had a smart-aleck 14 year old kid give me more than a little "back talk" and "attitude" when I corrected something the other day. **I would have never lived to be "14" if I had exhibited that kind of behavior towards ANY adult, and my grandmother caught wind of it. She would have KILLED me. No questions asked, and no excuses accepted.**
What happened to national, state, and local leaders having "civil" discussions, and even vehement disagreements without regarding each other as the Anti-Christ of Revelation, or the BEAST from the same New Testament book?
What happened to people who are able to work, actually going to work, school, or something productive, other than the food stamp office, and the nearest and dearest handout facility?
We must return to civility....
I can't remember a time in my short life (46+ years) when people have been more ugly, more rude, and less well-mannered than in current times.
I'd like to blame it on "global warming"--but that can't possibly be the reason.
I'd like to blame it on "poverty" and the "plight of the poor"--but that can't be it either. I was raised WAAAAY below the poverty line, and I have almost impeccable manners---or at least I think so.
Where did all the name-calling, blame-gaming, and obnoxious behavior (all of which we tend to tolerate under the mantle of "free expression") come from anyway? Who said this is "acceptable behavior"? Where did they (whoever "they" happens to be) get such a horrific idea that this is "acceptable"?
What happened to "thank you", and "please" and "May I?" and "You're Welcome"? What happened to people playing their car stereos at levels where NO ONE else (and particularly not those of us who are trying to sleep in our homes (with our windows closed) can hear the music, or the reverberation?
What happened to people getting all the "facts" before they start spreading "lies" about those with whom they might disagree, politically, philosophically, or spiritually?
Whatever happened to the "truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth"? Did that disappear with the television series "DragNet"?
Whatever happened to adults being worthy of respect and attentions simply by the virtue of being "adults"?
I had a smart-aleck 14 year old kid give me more than a little "back talk" and "attitude" when I corrected something the other day. **I would have never lived to be "14" if I had exhibited that kind of behavior towards ANY adult, and my grandmother caught wind of it. She would have KILLED me. No questions asked, and no excuses accepted.**
What happened to national, state, and local leaders having "civil" discussions, and even vehement disagreements without regarding each other as the Anti-Christ of Revelation, or the BEAST from the same New Testament book?
What happened to people who are able to work, actually going to work, school, or something productive, other than the food stamp office, and the nearest and dearest handout facility?
We must return to civility....
National Issue #9: "Service Before SELF"
My wonderful friend, John L Borling (Major General, United States Air Force, retired) mentioned this whole concept about seven years ago, when I last had dinner with he and his wonderful wife, Myrna.
General Borling is one of the greatest military heroes I've ever known. He was a POW in Vietnam for almost 6 years. He has served his country and his God all over this world.
He emphasized the concept of "service before Self"--even though not many people bought into the idea.
Maybe it's because too many of us want "self BEFORE service."
Both Presidential candidates are talking about change, and service, and how we can make this land that we so dearly love a better place for all the inhabitants.
I'm convinced the only way we can be better than we are is when we decide that "serving" is not just a forgotten past-time of bygone generations.
We need to regain a sense of what it means to 'serve' in this nation. Too many of us have gotten a "free ride" in this nation, and think that we have fulfilled all of our obligations just by paying our taxes, waving our flags (occasionally), and not committing any heinous crimes.
While all of those things are important, I'm convinced that each of us can do more...and we MUST DO MORE.
It's time that we Americans 'get over' the whole melodrama called "it's all about me"--and get back to the business of service. Whether it be the Peace Corps, Americorps, the military services, the local halfway houses, or any other number of organizations, it's time to start 'serving' again.
Both Senator McCain and Senator Obama will do well to emphasize and encourage such activities.
Let's break our addiction to "stuff" and start being the great nation that we have always been--and that we need to be again.
General Borling is one of the greatest military heroes I've ever known. He was a POW in Vietnam for almost 6 years. He has served his country and his God all over this world.
He emphasized the concept of "service before Self"--even though not many people bought into the idea.
Maybe it's because too many of us want "self BEFORE service."
Both Presidential candidates are talking about change, and service, and how we can make this land that we so dearly love a better place for all the inhabitants.
I'm convinced the only way we can be better than we are is when we decide that "serving" is not just a forgotten past-time of bygone generations.
We need to regain a sense of what it means to 'serve' in this nation. Too many of us have gotten a "free ride" in this nation, and think that we have fulfilled all of our obligations just by paying our taxes, waving our flags (occasionally), and not committing any heinous crimes.
While all of those things are important, I'm convinced that each of us can do more...and we MUST DO MORE.
It's time that we Americans 'get over' the whole melodrama called "it's all about me"--and get back to the business of service. Whether it be the Peace Corps, Americorps, the military services, the local halfway houses, or any other number of organizations, it's time to start 'serving' again.
Both Senator McCain and Senator Obama will do well to emphasize and encourage such activities.
Let's break our addiction to "stuff" and start being the great nation that we have always been--and that we need to be again.
"How About your heart?"
My good friend, Dr Gary Allen Henecke, Senior Pastor of Nashville First Church of the Nazarene is one of the most powerful preachers that one would ever want to hear. I've been listening to some of his messages on the "world wide web" today. Here's a link:
http://www.nfcn.org/templates/_1stchurchnaz/details.asp?id=35458&PID=444011
Nashville First Church of the Nazarene is truly one of the great congregations in this nation. With a rich history covering more than 100 years, the people continue to be a beacon of hope and light in the "Music City."
Feel free to listen to their shepherd. You will be blest and encouraged.
http://www.nfcn.org/templates/_1stchurchnaz/details.asp?id=35458&PID=444011
Nashville First Church of the Nazarene is truly one of the great congregations in this nation. With a rich history covering more than 100 years, the people continue to be a beacon of hope and light in the "Music City."
Feel free to listen to their shepherd. You will be blest and encouraged.
217 Years later, The Supreme Court Speaks out!
For the first time since 1791, the Supreme Court of the United States has issued a ruling regarding the Second Amendment, better known as the "Right to Bear Arms." I'm not sure what to think about this ruling....
Someone has said that a "well-armed society is a better society." I'm not sure whether I believe that or not. Personally, I don't like guns...and have no inclination to own one. And I really see no need for law-abiding citizens to own them either.
However, living in Chicago, it seems to be evident that every THUG in this city has some type of firearm, and no one is safe anymore.
I dislike the NRA, and will never ever be affiliated with such an organization. But I do believe in people having a certain sense of safety and security.
What do you think?
Someone has said that a "well-armed society is a better society." I'm not sure whether I believe that or not. Personally, I don't like guns...and have no inclination to own one. And I really see no need for law-abiding citizens to own them either.
However, living in Chicago, it seems to be evident that every THUG in this city has some type of firearm, and no one is safe anymore.
I dislike the NRA, and will never ever be affiliated with such an organization. But I do believe in people having a certain sense of safety and security.
What do you think?
David Diehl: Finally Home
Sadly, I must post this:
Colorado Springs, Coloardo
Monday, June 23, 2008
David Diehl, executive pastor of the Colorado Springs First Church of the Nazarene and son of General Superintendent James H. and Dorothy Diehl, passed away at 9:20 A.M. (Mountain) Monday, June 23, in Colorado Springs, Colorado.
He is survived by his wife, Lori, and young daughters Lexi and Dani.
A memorial/celebration service will be held at 7:00 P.M. (Mountain) on Thursday, June 26, at Colorado Springs First Church. The viewing will precede the service at 6:00–7:00 P.M.On Friday there will be a funeral service at 1:00 P.M. at Denver First Church. A viewing will precede that service. The burial will be in Denver immediately following the funeral service.A memorial trust fund has been established for the college education of David and Lori's daughters, Lexi (age 9) and Dani (age 7).
Gifts for this fund can be sent to:Members Federal Credit Union
Attention: David Diehl Trust Fund
6 Abilene StreetAurora, Colorado 80011
Condolences can be sent to:
Lori Diehl
5502 Wyatt Earp Way
Colorado Springs, Colorado 80923
Dr. and Mrs. James Diehl
P. O. Box 36227
Denver, Colorado 80236-0227
The Diehl family would like to express their heart-felt gratitude for prayers for David and his family. More information will be posted on ncnnews.com as it as received from the Diehl family and Board of General Superintendents. Continued prayer is requested for the Diehl family.
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I first heard this marvelous song when I was just a freshman in college. It speaks so vividly what each of us, who know Christ, will one day experience:
When engulfed by the terror of the tempestuous sea,
Unknown waves before you roll;
At the end of doubt and peril is eternity,
Though fear and conflict seize your soul.
But just think of stepping on shore-And finding it Heaven!
Of touching a hand-And finding it God's!
Of breathing new air-And finding it celestial!
Of waking up in glory-And finding it home!
When surrounded by the blackness of the darkest night,
O how lonely death can be;
At the end of this long tunnel is a shining light,
For death is swallowed up in victory!
But just think of stepping on shore-And finding it Heaven!
Of touching a hand-And finding it God's!
Of breathing new air-And finding it celestial!
Of waking up in glory-And finding it home!
David Diehl is "finally home." Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His saints. That is God's promise to us. As I know this will be an unspeakably sad time for my wonderful friends Jim and Dorothy Diehl (whom I've known now for more than 20 years), it is precious to God. In time, this "home going" will become precious to them as well.
Please pray for them.
Colorado Springs, Coloardo
Monday, June 23, 2008
David Diehl, executive pastor of the Colorado Springs First Church of the Nazarene and son of General Superintendent James H. and Dorothy Diehl, passed away at 9:20 A.M. (Mountain) Monday, June 23, in Colorado Springs, Colorado.
He is survived by his wife, Lori, and young daughters Lexi and Dani.
A memorial/celebration service will be held at 7:00 P.M. (Mountain) on Thursday, June 26, at Colorado Springs First Church. The viewing will precede the service at 6:00–7:00 P.M.On Friday there will be a funeral service at 1:00 P.M. at Denver First Church. A viewing will precede that service. The burial will be in Denver immediately following the funeral service.A memorial trust fund has been established for the college education of David and Lori's daughters, Lexi (age 9) and Dani (age 7).
Gifts for this fund can be sent to:Members Federal Credit Union
Attention: David Diehl Trust Fund
6 Abilene StreetAurora, Colorado 80011
Condolences can be sent to:
Lori Diehl
5502 Wyatt Earp Way
Colorado Springs, Colorado 80923
Dr. and Mrs. James Diehl
P. O. Box 36227
Denver, Colorado 80236-0227
The Diehl family would like to express their heart-felt gratitude for prayers for David and his family. More information will be posted on ncnnews.com as it as received from the Diehl family and Board of General Superintendents. Continued prayer is requested for the Diehl family.
____________________________
I first heard this marvelous song when I was just a freshman in college. It speaks so vividly what each of us, who know Christ, will one day experience:
When engulfed by the terror of the tempestuous sea,
Unknown waves before you roll;
At the end of doubt and peril is eternity,
Though fear and conflict seize your soul.
But just think of stepping on shore-And finding it Heaven!
Of touching a hand-And finding it God's!
Of breathing new air-And finding it celestial!
Of waking up in glory-And finding it home!
When surrounded by the blackness of the darkest night,
O how lonely death can be;
At the end of this long tunnel is a shining light,
For death is swallowed up in victory!
But just think of stepping on shore-And finding it Heaven!
Of touching a hand-And finding it God's!
Of breathing new air-And finding it celestial!
Of waking up in glory-And finding it home!
David Diehl is "finally home." Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His saints. That is God's promise to us. As I know this will be an unspeakably sad time for my wonderful friends Jim and Dorothy Diehl (whom I've known now for more than 20 years), it is precious to God. In time, this "home going" will become precious to them as well.
Please pray for them.
National Issue # 8: Crazy Drivers
My friend Joe Misek (www.joemisek.blogspot.com) posted this, and it is SO good that I had to "borrow it" and post it here:
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About two years ago, I realized something very interesting about intersections in the Chicago area. I grew up in the suburbs, and was a converted city-lover and city-dweller (unfortunately, due to the location of my job and the desire for a low-insanity commute, I live again in the suburbs). I was used to the yellow light at intersections being of a certain length of time, maybe 4-5 complete seconds. When I moved to the city, I found that those yellow lights are MUCH quicker, maybe 2, at most 3 seconds long.So I had to adjust, but as time has gone on, I've observed that the yellow light has a unique way of sectioning the human race into several distinct categories.
We've all heard some cranky old guy say, "There's two kinds of people in this world..." Well, I'm going to be the cranky old guy, and the yellow light is going to be the knife that cuts the species into "kinds of people".
First of all, about 95% of drivers in the Chicago area morph into a completely different person once they get behind the wheel. It's like Jeckle/Hyde, or the dude that turns into the Incredible Hulk. When Johnny Q Driver from Chicago turns on his prized vehicle, he becomes King Johnny "I Own this ______ Road!" Psycho guy. They only pay attention to the road when the events of the road interrupt their cell phone conversation, but when they do pay attention, they take ridiculous chances.
Anyway, the yellow light.
There are two kinds of drivers in the Chicago area. There are those precious few that see the yellow light, and they gauge where how fast they are going and how close they are to the intersection, and make every effort to slow down. The others, upon seeing a yellow light, hit the accelerator so hard that they pound their foot through the floor of their car and bust open a pothole in the concrete below. I think that's how some potholes are created. They come from the lead feet of crazed drivers.
For so many drivers, the yellow light signifies the start of some kind of Prozac-fueled arcade video game. I've seen stupid truck drivers hit the gas when they are approaching the intersection and know that they will not make it... so they will honk their horn as if to announce, "I'm an idiot but I don't want to hurt anybody, so please inconvenience yourself and wait for another second after your green light because I'm going to commit a traffic crime and blow through this red light like deluded monkey." Why is that driver in a hurry? I'm sure he's paid hourly... wouldn't his patience pay off in the end?
The other thing about the yellow light that drives me insane is the people waiting at the light to make a left turn. This is where the sense of entitlement overcomes even the most generous old lady. There may be two cars in the middle of the intersection waiting for the other direction to clear so that they can make the left turn. But of course, since everyone blows through the yellow light, all the way up until it turns red, then those other cars have to make their turn after their light turns red. But it's never just the two cars in the intersection. I've seen car #3, car #4, and BIG HUGE STRETCH LIMOSINE #5, all gas it and turn, while the cars in the other direction sit there and wait (and honk) while these selfish, impatient wonks joyride through.
And I love how that very last car turning acts. That last driver will actually make that left turn sharper, so that the car is actually behind and to the left of the car in front of it. This almost shields the last car behind the previous car from the oncoming (well, wanting to on-come) traffic. This is so crappy, because this basically says, " I'm going to hide behind this other car here, so hopefully no one will notice me. And if you do, just know that I'm trying to get through as fast as I can so that you can go through sooner. But I have to go, and you have to wait, because I'm entitled. Hey, I'm doing the best I can, and I'm doing it for you." And this is absolutely terrible in the city because there's so little yellow light time to allow turns.
And where are the cops? No cops watching the intersections. They like to sit out in a long stretch of road, conveniently located in front of a Dunkin Donuts, and wait for someone to go 5 mph over the speed limit. They have no idea just how used and abused the yellow light gets.
You see? The yellow light divides this country.
And the yellow light is reflective of the driver's personality. Selfish risk-takes gun it. Folks that are cool, calm, and collected (and haul their butts out of bed on time so that they can get to work on time without a hitch) can respect the yellow light. By what I remember from driver school, the yellow light is for the traffic in the intersection (not approaching the intersection...) to clear so that left turns can be made and for the intersection to be free and safe for the next direction of traffic. So, folks, let's evolve in our humanity and respect the yellow lights. It will make us a better race of people.
By the way, I'm not going to comment on where I fit in the yellow line divide.
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Please visit Joe's blog, and tell him that I invited you "over".
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About two years ago, I realized something very interesting about intersections in the Chicago area. I grew up in the suburbs, and was a converted city-lover and city-dweller (unfortunately, due to the location of my job and the desire for a low-insanity commute, I live again in the suburbs). I was used to the yellow light at intersections being of a certain length of time, maybe 4-5 complete seconds. When I moved to the city, I found that those yellow lights are MUCH quicker, maybe 2, at most 3 seconds long.So I had to adjust, but as time has gone on, I've observed that the yellow light has a unique way of sectioning the human race into several distinct categories.
We've all heard some cranky old guy say, "There's two kinds of people in this world..." Well, I'm going to be the cranky old guy, and the yellow light is going to be the knife that cuts the species into "kinds of people".
First of all, about 95% of drivers in the Chicago area morph into a completely different person once they get behind the wheel. It's like Jeckle/Hyde, or the dude that turns into the Incredible Hulk. When Johnny Q Driver from Chicago turns on his prized vehicle, he becomes King Johnny "I Own this ______ Road!" Psycho guy. They only pay attention to the road when the events of the road interrupt their cell phone conversation, but when they do pay attention, they take ridiculous chances.
Anyway, the yellow light.
There are two kinds of drivers in the Chicago area. There are those precious few that see the yellow light, and they gauge where how fast they are going and how close they are to the intersection, and make every effort to slow down. The others, upon seeing a yellow light, hit the accelerator so hard that they pound their foot through the floor of their car and bust open a pothole in the concrete below. I think that's how some potholes are created. They come from the lead feet of crazed drivers.
For so many drivers, the yellow light signifies the start of some kind of Prozac-fueled arcade video game. I've seen stupid truck drivers hit the gas when they are approaching the intersection and know that they will not make it... so they will honk their horn as if to announce, "I'm an idiot but I don't want to hurt anybody, so please inconvenience yourself and wait for another second after your green light because I'm going to commit a traffic crime and blow through this red light like deluded monkey." Why is that driver in a hurry? I'm sure he's paid hourly... wouldn't his patience pay off in the end?
The other thing about the yellow light that drives me insane is the people waiting at the light to make a left turn. This is where the sense of entitlement overcomes even the most generous old lady. There may be two cars in the middle of the intersection waiting for the other direction to clear so that they can make the left turn. But of course, since everyone blows through the yellow light, all the way up until it turns red, then those other cars have to make their turn after their light turns red. But it's never just the two cars in the intersection. I've seen car #3, car #4, and BIG HUGE STRETCH LIMOSINE #5, all gas it and turn, while the cars in the other direction sit there and wait (and honk) while these selfish, impatient wonks joyride through.
And I love how that very last car turning acts. That last driver will actually make that left turn sharper, so that the car is actually behind and to the left of the car in front of it. This almost shields the last car behind the previous car from the oncoming (well, wanting to on-come) traffic. This is so crappy, because this basically says, " I'm going to hide behind this other car here, so hopefully no one will notice me. And if you do, just know that I'm trying to get through as fast as I can so that you can go through sooner. But I have to go, and you have to wait, because I'm entitled. Hey, I'm doing the best I can, and I'm doing it for you." And this is absolutely terrible in the city because there's so little yellow light time to allow turns.
And where are the cops? No cops watching the intersections. They like to sit out in a long stretch of road, conveniently located in front of a Dunkin Donuts, and wait for someone to go 5 mph over the speed limit. They have no idea just how used and abused the yellow light gets.
You see? The yellow light divides this country.
And the yellow light is reflective of the driver's personality. Selfish risk-takes gun it. Folks that are cool, calm, and collected (and haul their butts out of bed on time so that they can get to work on time without a hitch) can respect the yellow light. By what I remember from driver school, the yellow light is for the traffic in the intersection (not approaching the intersection...) to clear so that left turns can be made and for the intersection to be free and safe for the next direction of traffic. So, folks, let's evolve in our humanity and respect the yellow lights. It will make us a better race of people.
By the way, I'm not going to comment on where I fit in the yellow line divide.
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Please visit Joe's blog, and tell him that I invited you "over".
National Issue # 7: DEFICIT/DEBT REDUCTION
It comes as no surprise to anyone (at least no one on THIS planet) that the United States has an unbelievable NATIONAL DEBT and recurring NATIONAL DEFICITS.
This must stop! And " we, the people" must insist that it stop. We are so far in debt in this country--as a nation--that my nieces/nephews GRANDCHILDREN will never be able to see "surpluses" in our national coffers.
I don't like that feeling. We must control our spending, and start paying off our national debts.
Doing so will affect every person in this country. We must curb and control entitlements. We must make MUCH better use of the "dollars" that taxpayers (that would be me, among others) are being "mugged" for every pay day.
Stop it! Stop it now!
I am all for a strong military, good healthcare, and the things that make this nation great...but we must get control of our spending. We do not need to be funding the "bridge to no where" in ANY STATE...(or anywhere else, for that matter). We need to pay down our national debts.
If those countries who are currently holding our debts decide to "cash in" these "nifty fifty" would be a THIRD-WORLD experiment gone terribly awry--over night!
So, Senators Obama and McCain, this is a very serious national issue: Debt and Deficit Reduction. We must pay our bills.
This must stop! And " we, the people" must insist that it stop. We are so far in debt in this country--as a nation--that my nieces/nephews GRANDCHILDREN will never be able to see "surpluses" in our national coffers.
I don't like that feeling. We must control our spending, and start paying off our national debts.
Doing so will affect every person in this country. We must curb and control entitlements. We must make MUCH better use of the "dollars" that taxpayers (that would be me, among others) are being "mugged" for every pay day.
Stop it! Stop it now!
I am all for a strong military, good healthcare, and the things that make this nation great...but we must get control of our spending. We do not need to be funding the "bridge to no where" in ANY STATE...(or anywhere else, for that matter). We need to pay down our national debts.
If those countries who are currently holding our debts decide to "cash in" these "nifty fifty" would be a THIRD-WORLD experiment gone terribly awry--over night!
So, Senators Obama and McCain, this is a very serious national issue: Debt and Deficit Reduction. We must pay our bills.
National Issue #6 Care of the Elderly
This issue has been on the "back burners" for all the "talking heads in Washington" for FAR too long. And without argument (from me, at least), the care of our aging parents/population is not either easily diagnosed nor easily solved. But, now is the time to start wrapping our minds, energies, and resources around this very, very significant challenge in our society and culture.
Many of our "elderly" citizens are not financially prepared--or at least not "as prepared" as the "experts" (again, another nebulous group) say they should have been for their later years. And none of us are growing any younger, either.
The costs of medical care, prescription drugs, and other "necessities" of life are not going down. Not by a long shot. While all of these costs are skyrocketing, the resources to "fund" these things are rapidly dwindling....RAPIDLY. I cannot over-emphasize this. Some of these wonderful people have worked hard all of their adult lives, have been mugged by Uncle Sam repeatedly for their entire working lives, and now can't depend on any significant social benefits to care for them, in case they have no family resources either willing or able to care for them.
Reports of elderly citizens being abused in assisted living, and nursing facilities abound. Whether these reports are exaggerated, or even fabricated, each case must be individually investigated. But, we do have a problem, "Houston"...and we must start paying attention.
I was born near the very end of the "baby boomer" generation, and in about 20 short years, I will be considered "elderly." I'm doing my best to save some now...and it's difficult to say the least.
We need to have a serious national conversation about the "elderly" and the "issues of the elderly" in this country.
We must start soon. We aren't growing any younger.
Many of our "elderly" citizens are not financially prepared--or at least not "as prepared" as the "experts" (again, another nebulous group) say they should have been for their later years. And none of us are growing any younger, either.
The costs of medical care, prescription drugs, and other "necessities" of life are not going down. Not by a long shot. While all of these costs are skyrocketing, the resources to "fund" these things are rapidly dwindling....RAPIDLY. I cannot over-emphasize this. Some of these wonderful people have worked hard all of their adult lives, have been mugged by Uncle Sam repeatedly for their entire working lives, and now can't depend on any significant social benefits to care for them, in case they have no family resources either willing or able to care for them.
Reports of elderly citizens being abused in assisted living, and nursing facilities abound. Whether these reports are exaggerated, or even fabricated, each case must be individually investigated. But, we do have a problem, "Houston"...and we must start paying attention.
I was born near the very end of the "baby boomer" generation, and in about 20 short years, I will be considered "elderly." I'm doing my best to save some now...and it's difficult to say the least.
We need to have a serious national conversation about the "elderly" and the "issues of the elderly" in this country.
We must start soon. We aren't growing any younger.
National Issue #5: Our Military Personnel
After a brief respite, I'm ready to "pontificate" (at least that's what I've been accused of) about what I believe to be the REAL NATIONAL ISSUES in the 2008 Election season. This is one of the most important ones, in my opinion. Our military personnel, active duty, retired, and veterans are significant national treasures to the United States of America. *Disclaimer time: I'm not saying this, just because I am a veteran of the United States Air Force. I TRULY believe what I am writing.
The debaucle at Walter Reed Medical Center in 2007 was only the uncovering of the iceberg this nation is about to encounter concerning our military personnel. If you remember the reports (and my question would be, "How could you possibly forget those reports?") of how seriously injured military men and women were being treated, non-treated, and down right abused by the very system that was in place to help them recover, and return to a sense of normality in their life and jobs. That system failed them, to a large degree.
We are fighting two different (yet, strangely similiar) battles right now. Those brave military men and women will be returning to the United States someday, and many of them will need "long-term" care. Very conservative estimates say that close to 250,000 of our military personnel are/will be suffering from Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD). I know that it is difficult to wrap our minds around such a large number, and particularly when they suffer with such a strange malady.
Contrary to the opinions of a few knuckleheads who don't believe that PTSD exists, it does indeed exist! And if not properly treated, it can be deadly. Very deadly
We also have marvelous men and women who have been severely injured in the line of duty (and I am not talking about self-inflicted injuries--that's another post for another time), and DESERVE the very best medical care that money can buy. These brave service members followed orders, put their very life on the line, and suffered injuries because of it. NOTHING, let me repeat that, NOTHING is too expensive for their care and quality of life, in my opinion.
Regardless of how one feels about the Bush Administration and the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan, we must agree on this much: Our service personnel deserve the BEST this nation can buy...and NOTHING should come before our obligation to the men and women who bravely serve this nation's interest.
Nothing.
The Veterans' Administration must be fully funded, and must have leadership who truly, deeply, profoundly care about the service members, past, present, and future. Those traits will and must be reflected in the quality AND quantity of services and healthcare available to those who have served this nation honorably.
Anyone who does not have the best interests of our service personnel at heart should not be serving in the United States government, and should not be on the payrolls funded by the taxpayers of this nation.
The debaucle at Walter Reed Medical Center in 2007 was only the uncovering of the iceberg this nation is about to encounter concerning our military personnel. If you remember the reports (and my question would be, "How could you possibly forget those reports?") of how seriously injured military men and women were being treated, non-treated, and down right abused by the very system that was in place to help them recover, and return to a sense of normality in their life and jobs. That system failed them, to a large degree.
We are fighting two different (yet, strangely similiar) battles right now. Those brave military men and women will be returning to the United States someday, and many of them will need "long-term" care. Very conservative estimates say that close to 250,000 of our military personnel are/will be suffering from Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD). I know that it is difficult to wrap our minds around such a large number, and particularly when they suffer with such a strange malady.
Contrary to the opinions of a few knuckleheads who don't believe that PTSD exists, it does indeed exist! And if not properly treated, it can be deadly. Very deadly
We also have marvelous men and women who have been severely injured in the line of duty (and I am not talking about self-inflicted injuries--that's another post for another time), and DESERVE the very best medical care that money can buy. These brave service members followed orders, put their very life on the line, and suffered injuries because of it. NOTHING, let me repeat that, NOTHING is too expensive for their care and quality of life, in my opinion.
Regardless of how one feels about the Bush Administration and the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan, we must agree on this much: Our service personnel deserve the BEST this nation can buy...and NOTHING should come before our obligation to the men and women who bravely serve this nation's interest.
Nothing.
The Veterans' Administration must be fully funded, and must have leadership who truly, deeply, profoundly care about the service members, past, present, and future. Those traits will and must be reflected in the quality AND quantity of services and healthcare available to those who have served this nation honorably.
Anyone who does not have the best interests of our service personnel at heart should not be serving in the United States government, and should not be on the payrolls funded by the taxpayers of this nation.
Remembering Tim Russert
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/21134540/vp/25186769#25160138
From those who knew him best, we "get to know" one of the greatest men in contemporary American culture, the late Timothy John Russert. He was the moderator and host of the nation's longest running television show, MEET THE PRESS but as these clips will show Tim Russert was so much more.
Our issues this week: Getting to know this gentle, wonderful man who left us way too soon.
From those who knew him best, we "get to know" one of the greatest men in contemporary American culture, the late Timothy John Russert. He was the moderator and host of the nation's longest running television show, MEET THE PRESS but as these clips will show Tim Russert was so much more.
Our issues this week: Getting to know this gentle, wonderful man who left us way too soon.
My issue this Monday: Tim Russert, Rest in Peace
http://www.latimes.com/news/nationworld/politics/la-na-russert16-2008jun16,0,877488.story
I was one of the "lucky ones" who got to shake Tim Russert's hand a couple of years ago when he was doing a book-signing here at the State Street Borders Bookstore. Tim's volume The Wisdom of our Fathers had just been released, and I was downtown for some reason that Tuesday afternoon. I saw a sign saying he would be in the store, and I got to meet him, and say hello for less than one minute. It was the highlight of my day! And probably for that week, and month too! I got to meet "THE MAN" from the best political news show on television, MEET THE PRESS. Now "that" was something to talk about!
Tim Russert left this earthly life on Friday, June 13, 2008. This caused shock and grief all over the country, and probably around the globe. I was just logging on to the internet, when my friend Joe Misek (www.joemisek.blogspot.com) called, and as soon as I answered my cell phone, I said, "I know, I'm reading it...I'm trying not to cry."
Even though I didn't have a "vibrant relationship" with Mr Russert, I feel like I've lost a friend. Let me explain:
I am a sound sleeper (well about 99% of the time, anyway). And I'm almost always in Sunday Morning worship on the Lord's Day. So, I try to get myself up around 2 a.m. on Monday morning, stumble into the living room, and watch the reruns of MEET THE PRESS. I liked the show, and particularly Tim Russert's style, that much!
This morning was no different....except, "my friend" wasn't there. Alot of his "real friends" were sitting there, telling me--telling the world--wha a marvelous man had just left his stamp on this life, and what a loss we are experiencing. Even though moderator Tom Brokaw put a moratorium on crying, he didn't see me shedding tears on my sofa in the wee hours of this morning...
For Big Russ, Maureen, and Luke, we are praying for you. God's know the loss you are experiencing, and He really does care for you.
I don't know what else to say...but MEET THE PRESS will never be the same without Tim.
I was one of the "lucky ones" who got to shake Tim Russert's hand a couple of years ago when he was doing a book-signing here at the State Street Borders Bookstore. Tim's volume The Wisdom of our Fathers had just been released, and I was downtown for some reason that Tuesday afternoon. I saw a sign saying he would be in the store, and I got to meet him, and say hello for less than one minute. It was the highlight of my day! And probably for that week, and month too! I got to meet "THE MAN" from the best political news show on television, MEET THE PRESS. Now "that" was something to talk about!
Tim Russert left this earthly life on Friday, June 13, 2008. This caused shock and grief all over the country, and probably around the globe. I was just logging on to the internet, when my friend Joe Misek (www.joemisek.blogspot.com) called, and as soon as I answered my cell phone, I said, "I know, I'm reading it...I'm trying not to cry."
Even though I didn't have a "vibrant relationship" with Mr Russert, I feel like I've lost a friend. Let me explain:
I am a sound sleeper (well about 99% of the time, anyway). And I'm almost always in Sunday Morning worship on the Lord's Day. So, I try to get myself up around 2 a.m. on Monday morning, stumble into the living room, and watch the reruns of MEET THE PRESS. I liked the show, and particularly Tim Russert's style, that much!
This morning was no different....except, "my friend" wasn't there. Alot of his "real friends" were sitting there, telling me--telling the world--wha a marvelous man had just left his stamp on this life, and what a loss we are experiencing. Even though moderator Tom Brokaw put a moratorium on crying, he didn't see me shedding tears on my sofa in the wee hours of this morning...
For Big Russ, Maureen, and Luke, we are praying for you. God's know the loss you are experiencing, and He really does care for you.
I don't know what else to say...but MEET THE PRESS will never be the same without Tim.
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