1/8/2019
The national championship has come and gone. What a remarkable pair of football teams! I’m an Alabama fan (since 1974), but they looked shocked from the time I started watching (middle, 2nd quarter) and never seemed to recover. Clemson was set to be perfect last night, and nearly pulled it off. Perfection in an athletic event is generally an impossibility if there is an opponent. But the Tigers looked the champions they became and Bama didn’t. Congratulations to them and thank God for a coach not afraid to mention the name of the Lord Jesus in his speech. (I don’t believe the Lord blesses football games, but He does care for His Own.)
Will the NCAA send in the investigators if these two teams are in this same position next year? Probably. The world loves a winner, but not if a winner wins all the time. What the world loves better than a winner is to cry “foul!” if a winner just keeps on winning. The world loves dirt dug up whether it be on an individual or a school or a team, think politicians, etc., etc.
We started a bible series last night on the Grace For All Monday night class that perhaps some of you might like to follow. Each Monday night at 7pm Central, or on You Tube channel, Brother Jerry Lockhart, we’ll continue to explore the doctrines of the book of Ephesians for the next whatever number of weeks. You know, that part of bible study which is centered on who we are, when we are, where we are, and how we are is not boring. I might be boring, but the bible isn’t at all boring. Besides, if you disagree with me, you do not upset me if you comment. If I cannot validate my position by Scripture, I am wrong. So, we started last night with just a few online live, thank you gentlemen, but the You Tube channel has it, if you want to catch up. We just covered some things which can be seen in the first few verses and certainly did not exhaust all that can be seen. I have no timeline (syllabus) for how many weeks this could go on because Ephesians, like our lives themselves, is inexhaustible.
Just another word from my past: Yesterday, I mentioned a man named Bob who was 11 years older than me. He was one of the truly unique and eclectic people amongst whom I grew up. He was about 4ft, 10inches tall and had a hump on the back of his left shoulder, I heard from an accident when he was a baby, though he and I never spoke of it. He loved basketball and reading books. If he couldn’t talk to you about one of them, he might just walk a way. But he also loved playing pool—it was very scientific to him.
Bob would challenge anyone who wanted to play him with a bet on the game. He bet according to what he believed your ability to pay might be. I’ve seen him play for a dime, and for a $10 bill. (That would be me for the dime, and I never came close to beating him.) His eyes were so low to the ground, his table top perception was “nearly perfect” (his words.) I left that area in 1964 and I don’t think he lived long after that: he developed another love, he loved to drink booze. I think that was his downfall and end. I will probably tell a couple more “Bob” stories. Like Mo, he was a memory maker just walking around.
No song this morning. Hmm. Maybe the song function of my brain doesn’t work if Bama gets beat? Nah, that’s not it.
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