Archive for the 'Friends' Category

Adios Hermanos

Tuesday, June 26th, 2007

Living in the big city is strange.  It seems my group of friends have a high turn over rate.  They move away.  Our circumstances change.  New folks come along.  It is all part of life in the big city.

About seven years ago, I became a part of a prayer group.  It was a small group of fellas from one class in one church who met one morning a week.  We discussed life, the Bible and lighter things over breakfast.  The people in that group changed.  Eventually I had to give it up because of the family schedule.  The remaining fellas all go to a different church than me as well.  I can’t wait for a change in schedule that gets me back in.

Brad was pretty much responsible for starting the group.  He seems to start them wherever he goes.  He and his family have blessed me and my family more than they will ever know.  He is moving away to a different town.  I hope God uses him there to help somebody that needs it.  Brad has a gift for that.

Some folks just have a gift for cheering folks up.  Biggs has a contagious sense of Humor and a knack for getting your mind off of your troubles.  He is one of these people that everybody seems to like.  He is also faithful to a fault.  If nobody else showed up to our meetings, Biggs would still be there.  That was okay by me too.  Breakfast with Biggs is a good way to spend my time.  Biggs is moving back to Houston where he grew up.  Houston will be a better place for it.

Let me say this to my brothers.  May God cross our paths often.  May He bless you and your families with lives worth living.   May we all have health, prosperity and purpose.  Goodbye for now.  I would watch you ride into the sunset, but you’re both going the wrong directions for that.

Where did the time go?

Thursday, June 7th, 2007

I am terrible with remembering dates.  I forget birthdays, anniversaries, holidays and the whole shooting match.  Consequently I forgot this Blog’s bloggiversary.  I started posting on June 1, 2005.

The funny thing about it is how I did not want to do it.  My wife talked me into it.  Sadly, this eventually resulted in her giving it up.   She used blogging as a getaway.  Her stuff was funny.  When friends and family started dropping by to see what she had to say, her worlds sort of collided.

During the last couple of years, I have become acquainted with some wonderful folks.  This has been the best part of it all.  My friend Stacy summed it up in an email once, “We all know entirely too much about eachother.”  I guess we do.  I’m looking forward to writing here for quite some time.  I also look forward to meeting more of you face to face.

I need a Geek!

Tuesday, June 5th, 2007

I need a little technical assistance.  I am trying to install UBUNTU on a spare pc.  I don’t care about the current contents.  I am ready to commit the system entirely to UBUNTU.

I downloaded the mirror and used INFRARECORDER to burn it.  The PC wouldn’t start it.  The CD player may not work right.  It starts to read but nothing pops up on the screen.  Like a driver is missing or something.

Please somebody out there help me. 

Why I Blog.

Thursday, May 10th, 2007

Malinda tagged me. Normally I simply sight my meme immunity granted to me by Jeff a long time ago. But I have nothing better to write about so I might as well do it. I will however refuse to tag anybody.  And I won’t follow the list of 5 format.

The meme is wrapped up in one question, “Why do you blog?”

Simple, I blog because I want to blog.

I think too much. I need an outlet. I like having an audience.

I also like reading your stuff. Some of you are truly remarkable. Most of you are extremely interesting. I basically like you folks. I think you know that I am sincere in saying that.

Finally, I feel compelled to say some things to everybody who will listen. I honestly feel that I am blogging for God sometimes. And that gives this passtime a little more meaning and purpose. I hope that some portion of what I write helps somebody. The Lord knows many of you have helped me.

THANK YOU KEV!!!!!!

Tuesday, May 8th, 2007

I love the internet again.

Kevin from Left Brain/Right Brain has helped me fix a few things around here. The header image is finally the way I want it. And he also pointed out a video plugin that actually works without blowing the place up.

So please let me introduce those of you who do not know to wonderful world of Texas Swing. The King of Texas Swing will always be Bob Wills. My favorite contemporary practitioners are Asleep at the Wheel. Well here is Bob and Asleep at the Wheel doing classic Western Swing Tunes.
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I’ll turn the tunes back on after a few posts.

The Last Day

Sunday, April 29th, 2007

My church is finished. Today we read the will. We had decided to merge with a church that was strong and could help us. Today we held the last worship service. The plan is to remodel the building while it is closed. In August, there will be a contingent who will come to the old building and start over from scratch as a plant church.

I did say we read the will. For those of you who are not familiar with Restoration Movement Churches (Christian Churches, Churches of Christ, Disciples of Christ and some others) and their history, let me give you a little background. An important document in the movement’s history is The Last Will and Testament of the Springfield Presbytery. One of our members used that document as a basis for the Last Will and Testament of Pitman Creek Church of Christ. We read it and said Amen. It is done.

Now I am a member of the oldest church in Dallas, the Highland Oaks Church of Christ. I have attended there a few times. They have a special ministry for special needs children which provides care for Tiger. I hope to move into this ministry as soon as we are all wired in.

I’m getting acquainted with the man that has grown that ministry from nothing into what it is today. I like and admire him. He is more experienced than me and I hope that he will use that experience to mentor me. He has worked with Special Olympics for years and I can’t let that experience go untapped. I’m very serious about helping autistic people and their families. I think that this may be the perfect place to do it.

I don’t know if I will be part of the group that comes back to Plano or not. I guess I’ll figure that one out when I have to. Whatever happens will happen and I will be a part of it.

When I was a boy, I used to climb up the windmill. My grandfather would put down his hoe and walk over. He would reach up with those big hands and gently call for me to jump. I always did. He always caught me.

Leaps of faith are not so difficult for me. Especially when I see those hands reaching out and that familiar voice calling me. God keeps catching me. I’m going to keep on jumping.

A Tale of Two Freds

Saturday, January 20th, 2007

There were two fellas named Fred that lived outside my home town. One went by Freddy the other by Fredo.

Freddy owned a roustabout service. Fredo worked for him.

Freddy lived on the 12 acre lot next to his business. At the back of his property was a stables with a drill pipe corral. The ½ acre lot behind the stables belonged to Fredo. Freddy had a 6 bedroom house with a pool and a deck. Fredo made his home from an old school bus, a box car and a hardboard shack connecting them. Fredo liked Freddy’s deck so the two Freds built one on Fredo’s house.

Both Freds had it better than they ever dreamed they would. They lived contently. They ate together. They gardened together. They raised their families together.

Freddy’s youngest and Fredo’s oldest were the same age. The boys were named Chester and Baldemar. Neither boy liked their name. They went by Skeeter and Chapo. The boys were inseparable. They spent every afternoon riding Freddy’s horses around the neighborhood.

One day Chapo’s little sister Izzy straddled the drill pipe fence and watched the boys ride. The boys couldn’t resist. They put Izzy up on the gentler horse and walked him up and down the road. She was elated. She really loved the horses. She was a frail girl though, small and diabetic. She probably shouldn’t have been doing anything like that. The boys just couldn’t refuse her big brown eyes. As the children approached the stables, they noticed an onlooker. Fredo was watching them. His arms were crossed. His face was insipid. The boys figured there would be trouble.

Fredo came and took Izzy by the hand. They laughed as they walked back to the house. She was so proud.

The boys however decided to cut their losses. Chapo had supper with Skeeter’s family and they tried to avoid their parents for the rest of the night.

Skeeter got up in the morning and went to the stables. He flipped on the lights and discovered the stables were clean. Fresh straw was laid down. The horses were already eating. It wasn’t hard to figure out what happened. So he told his father about it.

Freddy wasn’t surprised. He told the boy, “Fredo works hard. I couldn’t pay him what he is worth. He gives more than he gets. One time I walked to his house when they were cooking a goat. He killed another just to have enough for me. He really didn’t have it to give but gave anyway. I talked him into working for me. I couldn’t have a better friend.” The boy asked, “How do you pay somebody back for that?” Freddy smiled. “You just sit patiently and wait for the right time. When that time comes you will know just what to do.”

Months went by. Izzy kept riding. The stables kept on getting done before Skeeter got there. That was until the girl took a turn for the worse. Her kidneys were failing. Her bills were piling up. Her future looked pretty dismal.

Skeeter and Chapo talked their way through some tears and asked Freddy what he could do. They thought maybe he could afford to help. They were right. He sent them away. And then he left.

Freddy could afford to help. He had one more kidney than he had to have and he was happy to give it to Izzy.

Izzy grew stronger and became a barrel racer. When she turned 22 she married Skeeter.

The Freds grew old happily. They still live next to each other. They know what it means to give more than you think you have. And to think it all started with a goat.