Yesterday Ruth and I worshiped with Second via the Internet. Amazing,
isn't it? Anywhere in the world, people can tune in to our services.
We drove from Mt. Vernon IL to Louisville. On the way we passed the
town of Santa Claus IN. No kidding. It has a suburb named Rudolf.
Just kidding.
Edited more sermons. Perused my convention sermon. I'm feeling
okay. Keep praying.
Some of the preliminary SBC meetings are already underway. You can
enjoy them at www.sbc.net.
Monday, June 22, 2009
Sunday, June 21, 2009
On The Road
Ruth and I are on our way to Louisville. We stayed at Mom and Dad's
Friday night. Tonight we are at a hotel in Mt. Vernon, Illinois. I
edited three Gospel of John sermons this afternoon and evening.
Ate lunch with a large number of extended family. Enjoyed a gourmet
meal at a fast food place. They are happy about my preaching the
convention sermon.
Watched the SL Cardinals beat the KC Royals. Pujols is a joy to watch.
Ruth and I intend to worship with Second in the morning via the
Internet. Keep praying for us.
Friday night. Tonight we are at a hotel in Mt. Vernon, Illinois. I
edited three Gospel of John sermons this afternoon and evening.
Ate lunch with a large number of extended family. Enjoyed a gourmet
meal at a fast food place. They are happy about my preaching the
convention sermon.
Watched the SL Cardinals beat the KC Royals. Pujols is a joy to watch.
Ruth and I intend to worship with Second in the morning via the
Internet. Keep praying for us.
Friday, June 19, 2009
Geegling
I’m at the office taking care of last minute details before the convention. I sense in my spirit a readiness to go. Your prayers are making a difference. Thanks.
I learned the verb form of Twitter is tweeting. Thus, the verb form of facebook is facebeeking, and if you google more than once, you are geegling. Oh well. A great thing about being 57 is, no one expects me to know these things anyway.
Helped watch Lilly Ruth (age 2 soon) while Ian practiced T-ball. She was bent on walking atop a row of railroad ties by the play area. She would fall, stumble, and lose her balance, but with bulldog determination she refused to quit trying. By the time we left, she mastered it. Way to go, Lilly Ruth. I liked the grit I saw in her.
Caleb and I tried to convince Jake and Millie to stay on the deck while our lawn was being mowed. No way. Too hot for them. Remind me to install air conditioning for them. Good grief. You should have seen them while Caleb gave them a bath. They hated it. Wow. I never knew cleanliness could be so painful.
I learned the verb form of Twitter is tweeting. Thus, the verb form of facebook is facebeeking, and if you google more than once, you are geegling. Oh well. A great thing about being 57 is, no one expects me to know these things anyway.
Helped watch Lilly Ruth (age 2 soon) while Ian practiced T-ball. She was bent on walking atop a row of railroad ties by the play area. She would fall, stumble, and lose her balance, but with bulldog determination she refused to quit trying. By the time we left, she mastered it. Way to go, Lilly Ruth. I liked the grit I saw in her.
Caleb and I tried to convince Jake and Millie to stay on the deck while our lawn was being mowed. No way. Too hot for them. Remind me to install air conditioning for them. Good grief. You should have seen them while Caleb gave them a bath. They hated it. Wow. I never knew cleanliness could be so painful.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Twittering
Every direction I turn, people mention to me the convention sermon I will preach next Wednesday in Louisville. We will broadcast the sermon live in our auditorium. You can watch it live on the internet at www.sbc.net. I am scheduled to preach about 10 a.m. our time. You can begin hearing our choir and orchestra at 7 a.m. our time.
I will be away from my desk top computer for a while. It’s hard to post blogs from my laptop or cell phone, but our crackerjack computer guy, Sam Arthur, and I are hatching a plan whereby I can stay in touch with you while I’m away.
I will email him snippets of what I am experiencing on the trip. Sam will then transfer them to my blog. It will be our own personalized version of Twitter. This will provide you a blow by blow description of what’s happening.
Thank you for praying for me. It is an honor to be your Pastor. I love you.
I will be away from my desk top computer for a while. It’s hard to post blogs from my laptop or cell phone, but our crackerjack computer guy, Sam Arthur, and I are hatching a plan whereby I can stay in touch with you while I’m away.
I will email him snippets of what I am experiencing on the trip. Sam will then transfer them to my blog. It will be our own personalized version of Twitter. This will provide you a blow by blow description of what’s happening.
Thank you for praying for me. It is an honor to be your Pastor. I love you.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Old as Jess-Jess
Had salsa and soup for breakfast. Salsa should be on everyone’s list as a staple breakfast food.
We should do away with the concept of salsa and chips, and replace it with salsa and straws. I think we should suck salsa in. This would reduce calories, and also reduce the number of stains we get on our clothes from the ridiculous gesture of trying to balance salsa on a flat chip.
I played with Ian (age 4) on the trampoline. He wore me out. When he asked why I was resting, I said I was old. He thought a moment and said, “Grandpa, you’re as old as Jess-Jess.” Ouch. Jess-Jess is Ian’s great-grandpa. He’s 93.
Some of our friends have a new dog. I said, “It’s a Jack Henry.” Ruth said, “No, it’s not! It’s a Jack Daniel.” Ian rolled his eyes and muttered, “Jack Russell.” We were howling. Ruth wouldn’t know a Jack Daniel if she saw one. Come to think of it, I wouldn’t know a Jack Russell if I saw one. I think it’s one of those nervous dogs. Jake and Millie could tell me.
We should do away with the concept of salsa and chips, and replace it with salsa and straws. I think we should suck salsa in. This would reduce calories, and also reduce the number of stains we get on our clothes from the ridiculous gesture of trying to balance salsa on a flat chip.
I played with Ian (age 4) on the trampoline. He wore me out. When he asked why I was resting, I said I was old. He thought a moment and said, “Grandpa, you’re as old as Jess-Jess.” Ouch. Jess-Jess is Ian’s great-grandpa. He’s 93.
Some of our friends have a new dog. I said, “It’s a Jack Henry.” Ruth said, “No, it’s not! It’s a Jack Daniel.” Ian rolled his eyes and muttered, “Jack Russell.” We were howling. Ruth wouldn’t know a Jack Daniel if she saw one. Come to think of it, I wouldn’t know a Jack Russell if I saw one. I think it’s one of those nervous dogs. Jake and Millie could tell me.
Monday, June 15, 2009
Red Stain
Remember that new suit I said I was not going to buy to wear at the Southern Baptist Convention? It fits me real well. Ruth is pleased.
Speaking of Ruth, yesterday I spilled a big bowl of macaroni and tomatoes covered with salsa on our living room carpet. Ruth saw it happen and immediately sprang into action. We cleaned, scrubbed, sprayed Resolve, and prayed for a miracle. Red soaks into beige real bad.
When we were all done, Ruth kindly said, “Don’t worry, Honey. Every time I look at it I’ll think of you and remember how much I love you.” I thought, “Half true.” I hoped Resolve would do its magic, but this morning as I was walking and doing private time, I saw a red circle on the carpet. I was crushed. I remembered Ruth’s quote. By mid-morning I should know whether or not she really meant it.
My new computer comes today. Sad. Sad. Nevertheless, I am determined to try to keep pace with technological advances. My goal is to always be no more than 10 years behind where technology currently is.
Speaking of Ruth, yesterday I spilled a big bowl of macaroni and tomatoes covered with salsa on our living room carpet. Ruth saw it happen and immediately sprang into action. We cleaned, scrubbed, sprayed Resolve, and prayed for a miracle. Red soaks into beige real bad.
When we were all done, Ruth kindly said, “Don’t worry, Honey. Every time I look at it I’ll think of you and remember how much I love you.” I thought, “Half true.” I hoped Resolve would do its magic, but this morning as I was walking and doing private time, I saw a red circle on the carpet. I was crushed. I remembered Ruth’s quote. By mid-morning I should know whether or not she really meant it.
My new computer comes today. Sad. Sad. Nevertheless, I am determined to try to keep pace with technological advances. My goal is to always be no more than 10 years behind where technology currently is.
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Feeling Human
I slept later today. O blessed sleep! I actually feel human. This is the good news.
The bad news is, my new computer is in and will be installed on my desk Monday morning. Our computer guru, Sam Arthur, is “loading” it as we speak. Sounds to me like he’s putting bullets in it to fire at me. It might as well be shooting me, for all the pain it’s going to cause me. I promise you, tears will be shed next week.
At least one friend is true blue, trying to understand and sympathize. My friend Bruce Chesser, Pastor in Little Rock, texted me words of comfort. “I just had to get a new computer. I will pray for you. I slept with my old one last night. It is just so hard to let it go. It knows me. It accepts me.” I agree. Thanks, Bruce. The pain is lessened a bit.
I’ll soon go to High Street to see grandson Ian (age 4) play t-ball. Thursday night at practice the team started kicking and throwing dirt a bit too much. Coach had to call them in for a huddle and encourage them to keep their focus. One boy hit the ball and took off running for first base. The child on first base got confused. Instead of running to second base, he took off straight for home. In the middle, the boys collided head on. This caused another break in the action.
The bad news is, my new computer is in and will be installed on my desk Monday morning. Our computer guru, Sam Arthur, is “loading” it as we speak. Sounds to me like he’s putting bullets in it to fire at me. It might as well be shooting me, for all the pain it’s going to cause me. I promise you, tears will be shed next week.
At least one friend is true blue, trying to understand and sympathize. My friend Bruce Chesser, Pastor in Little Rock, texted me words of comfort. “I just had to get a new computer. I will pray for you. I slept with my old one last night. It is just so hard to let it go. It knows me. It accepts me.” I agree. Thanks, Bruce. The pain is lessened a bit.
I’ll soon go to High Street to see grandson Ian (age 4) play t-ball. Thursday night at practice the team started kicking and throwing dirt a bit too much. Coach had to call them in for a huddle and encourage them to keep their focus. One boy hit the ball and took off running for first base. The child on first base got confused. Instead of running to second base, he took off straight for home. In the middle, the boys collided head on. This caused another break in the action.
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