5/23/2020

The SIMH today was a John Fogerty hit from a while back about Vinnie and the po” boys playin on the courthouse square—“Down on the Corner”—great music from my past (and some of you have the same past, I think) —we call it “real” rock ’n roll, don’t we? Anyway, it was probably rolling out of my head because I saw a video clip of it a couple of days ago with Fogerty and some of his family making music at their home—old teenagers to young twenties playing with the “ol’ rocker.” It was fun to hear them singing this and “Who’ll Stop the Rain,” and listen to his story about going to Woodstock and performing there. Which, by the way, was in the middle of another flu epidemic, which had no effect on the half million people at the festival. (Amazingly, nobody died due to the flu!)

Old rockers and I are somewhat simpatico (I think I’m using the word correctly.) I have this great hope for all them like as if they were my audience while I’m preaching them the gospel instead of me being in their audience. I want them to have gotten saved, to somewhere, sometime in their lives, to have heard how that Christ died for their sins, too; and that maybe they have believed on the Lord Jesus Christ and been saved. I pray for them and other celebrities because I know just a little bit about that culture. And, oh! how they need the simplicity which is in Christ Jesus! You can hear the agnosticism and vague knowledge being written in songs and scripts…what chance they can hear the gospel of Christ?

Another momentous week has come to an end. Our house is settling in towards completion with painting, then floor finishing, then trim work, from baseboards to closet rods, etc. We’re scheduled to move in on June 6th. We’re sooo looking forward to it. This has been a long siege, partly due to an overwhelmingly wet Winter and Spring. Much of the work and the completions were slowed because of it. Contractors go through this all the time. I don’t know how they manage to keep themselves on an even keel. Our main “general contractor” says he’d rather do remodels than to do new construction. He is an old Hoosier (like Barb and me) and he worked for about 25 years on historic home restoration in Indianapolis. Maybe that’s why he likes remodeling so much. He’s good and his crew is well trained. They walk in, go to work, never look at-a-loss, etc. Just get ‘er done! (By the way, Indiana friends and relatives, his name is Brian Johnson. Raised in the Shelbyville area, worked into his late 40s in Indianapolis, now been here in Fort Payne for about 12-14 years, I think.)

We’ve already gotten to know several of our neighbors, partly because we know some of them from association with Sarah’s having lived there and some of them have been water customers for sometime. One we met because a contractor asked permission from her to drive equipment onto our back yard by crossing over her drive …which he broke a segment of, then ran some equipment in which (due to very heavy rains) left big ruts in her yard..A little touchy for a moment or two, but seems to be working out OK now.

Another neighbor has had to have brain surgery, and so all the rest of us around have kept tabs on him and his wife. He came through it extremely well, told me he feels so good simply because there’s no cloudy or fuzzy thinking now! I asked him if he could get me an appointment!! Yet, another (next door) neighbor’s husband died about a week after we started the work. He was 89, a very nice man, who worked on painting a retainer wall between his property and ours, finishing it proudly about two days before he had a massive stroke and passed away. His widow has allowed our workers to use her driveway for parking this whole Spring, a very great gesture, in light of the wet weather.

Across the street a neighbor I’ve known for several years because of my minor involvement with a downtown improvement action, has given us use of a seldom used driveway to also accommodate our workers. All in all, the neighborhood seems glad we are re-doing this house…maybe they knew how bad a blight it was to theirs, I don’t know.

Well, we have the store back open with regular hours, and getting on with the new plans unfolding! Jason has Butter Snob Baking up and running even though his regular job—you know, the one that actually pays him to work—has kept him pretty busy and kept him from putting together a stock baking inventory ahead, sells out most every day. (And, I think he likes that, but wishes he sold out of a lot more inventory, ya know?) Sarah’s Cuppa Blue Jug Coffee, Tea and Kombucha is almost ready to burst onto the scene. Next week should make a big difference in how the store will operate all Summer long. I’m looking forward to that, as well as seeing all our regular customers back in the store (we are about 75-80% of normal.)

Thanks for reading, the Elder

5/18/2020

It is a quiet Monday morning. Not too unusual, but a bit irritating. When you show up and open a business which is customer-activated, that is, customers entering the business or there will be no business, and the customers don’t come in at the rate you expected or in the manner you need them, it can get frustrating. I could try to wave them in off the streets, but I’m not sure we would obtain the desired results. When we first started this business 5 1/2 year s ago, and a day started like this, I would grab a bunch of coupons and hit the street walking and handing out coupons for a free gallon of water! It produced results, but it looks unseemly for a veteran business like ours to do that now. Am I wrong? Is that what I should be doing? No. 

We’ve changed our dynamic so much! From the simple small business approach trying to educate people on the value of Alkaline Water to their life, we’ve become a vital purveyor of many things healthy, not just water alone. So, our catering attempts are broader and scaled up to include a multitude of “healthy alternatives” not only for water, but for other healthy drinks, for diet substitutes which help people off the habit of “junk” food and into better personal health habits, even including food supplements and health restoration products! Now we are watching as that dynamic incentivizes our niche, widening the acceptance to a broader audience (hopefully) as we go. The more people who recognize the benefits of our product line, the higher the number of our clientele, and the greater our success.

Well, so much for a commercial about my daughter’s business in which she allows me to participate, I’ll now get on to more sophisticated use of your time as a reader. Reading blogs should be helpful, don’t you think? The evolution of reading is pretty interesting to me. When the King James translators were commissioned by the king to present an accurate English rendering of the bible it was to be  “fit to be read unto congregations” as the first several printings said in the title. By signifying it was “Appointed to be Read in Churches,” it was given the name suffix, 1611 Authorized Version. 

Inside the first generation to have this great tome read to them, up pops the antagonists to say, “Who does this king think he is, claiming the authority from God to write his own version?” which, of course, was never the point. The king authorized the Realm’s ownership of the translation and thereby authorized the clergy to use it as they had privilege to do. King James, nor the Crown ever made money from the version, only the printers made wages off the labor of it. Would the antagonists deny the printer’s right to earn a living? (How insolent can become those who would stand in opposition!)

Once printing became a more common mass production, personal books and bibles became usual and ordinary. Another 2 or 3 generations began to produce large volumes of many authors’ writings, be they an accurate account of history, or a fictionalized history, or just plain fiction, great volumes began to be formed and common people learned the art of reading, the value of reading, the habit of reading, and through advanced schooling, the necessity of reading. 

But, then came radio(the 1920s.) Radio brought first entertainment, then news and commentary. Before a generation had passed, radio was the normal evening entertainment in homes to such a degree that parents had to insist their children read or they never would! Then came the war, the second massive war of the last century, and with it the insistence of dance music, records played in massive volumes, to the degradation of the reading habits of millions of young and old alike. But then,….

Came television. Oh my, did things change! Visual programming on the “tellie” swallowed up the living rooms of Americans in a way the libraries had never infiltrated! Reading became less habitual and perhaps, it was thought, less important. Moreover, within a decade or so, came full color television! Hey! Recliner chair, 6-pak of beer, color tv, what else could a man need, right?

Yes, I knew working men who thought that was all they needed. Then, to enhance this, what did we get? PAY TV! Getting the sports programming and  such stuff 24/7/365!  Make that, Recliner chair, (2) 6-paks of beer, and ESPN multi-channels! There, it just couldn’t get better! Then along came an end of sports. What? No! that can’t be! A flu virus stopped it all, from every pro sport to every college sport, to every high school sport, to every little league sport. Nothing scheduled. Whoa!

Enter reading again. Well, partially. That’s where this blog comes in. Most of us who have lived through the evolution beginning with radio till today have discovered we can read (at least) a few pages of blogs. It won’t wear us out too much. So,

Thanks for READING, the Elder

5/16/2020

This morning is a beautiful Spring morning on the mountaintop. Our days are numbered here in this house, since as I mentioned a couple of blogs back, we have sold this house and are only a few weeks away from moving (probably 3 more.) As I stepped out into the “florida” room, I noticed some bird sounds and listened for a mockingbird. Not forthcoming, however. But, in my beady little brain, the SIMH today was an oldie, “Listen to the Mockingbird,”—written by Alice Hawthorne, actually a nom de plume for one Septimus Winner —yes, that was his name; a very storied man who wrote under several different names. He was a distant relative of Nathaniel Hawthorne, and there was a real Alice Hawthorne who was a victim of the bombing at the Atlanta Olympic events in 1996. But Mr. Winner, who lead a very storied life, wrote this song in 1855, and its often repeated and recorded history yet goes on. (PS: If you are a civil war buff, Septimus Winner ought to be on your research list. Lincoln had him arrested for treason, but cooler heads prevailed.)

Tomorrow will be the first re-gathering of the grace group in Alexandria, AL since the epi-pan-demic-atritionists took over the country. I know, I know, I shouldn’t be so cynical! But, doesn’t it churn up just a little cynicism in you to think how long flu-type viruses have attacked Americans and none before warranted any of this? Just a little cynical? At any rate, thankfully, none of the Alexandria family of “grace believers” have had this strain attack them, noticeably, at least.

It’ll be great to see them again after several weeks of not having meetings. We’ll probably skip all the hugs and sit a bit apart, but it will still be enjoyable. Now if the preacher will actually do a good job, perhaps no one will be too angry—-lol.

Truly the most missed thing about the temporary halt in church and bible class gatherings is the fellowship. For bible study, we can do it by ourselves and/or with our household. Or, we can go online and get any sort of bible teaching by any sort of preacher/teacher we desire. But, the personal contact isn’t quite the same. Even with programs like Zoom where we can actually view and talk with each other; or FaceBook where viewers can write greetings or questions, it’s not the same as the “up close and personal” greetings, the occasional eye to eye contact and the “see you soon” goodby after a friendly chat. Just not quite the same.

We are a gregarious people. It’s true, some of us are more gregarious than others, but we all have a deep abiding need to be in company with another person or persons from time to time. When the bible speaks of this to the Hebrew church of the first century the Lord’s inspired words say, “Forsake not the assembling of yourselves together…” That’s pretty plain and simple. And let me tell you, they had a much harder time doing that than we do. In fact, most American towns were built with churches placed strategically in an easy to walk to reach of neighborhoods. People would work six days, then begin their Sunday walk with greetings to each other as they walked, even to differing churches. Pretty civil thing to do, right? They had a longing for the greeting! Gregarious, we congregate!

In fact, when I engaged in the building of a church meeting house in Texas I learned about certain things the general public is unaware of in regard to local churches. For instance, few if any cities have zoning regulations about where churches must be built: you can put a church most anywhere with no regard to what the area consists of. (Try that with a tavern or night club, ha!) Also, there was no parking lot size requirements in the city coding, because most towns built in America’s great growth period —1820s to 1920s—had most people walking to church, or horse hitches Which were not a space issue. 

When I asked the city (New Braunfels, TX) what their parking space code was for churches, the man hesitated with a rather odd look on his face. So I said, “you know, like how many spaces for cars does a shopping center need, etc.” He said, “Oh, I know what you meant…”, then with a grimace on his face he said, “None, we don’t have a code.” That’s when I learned about the churches can be put anywhere, the idea is people will walk if it’s convenient and so forth.

Here’s another very gregarious act of a community nature: Church bells were not placed on most churches originally for decoration or uniqueness. They were as a service to the people. In small farming villages, they were rang incessantly if a tragedy struck or a house or business was afire. Also, when a baby was born, or a wedding or funeral was about to commence, there was a certain ring. 

Bells had another purpose in many small towns where limited funds came into play. If two or three congregations pooled their monies to build a church, often one group would meet at 9am, the next at noon, the third at 3pm. They would use a different bell to call their people together and a different bell at dismissal so as to not run into each other. I guess you’d call that “selective gregariousness,” I don’t know. Maybe that’s where the term “denomination” came from (just kidding.)

So, today we will congregate, but we most definitely will not denominate! To denominate is to name separately or separate for the purpose of not including others. (Added bonus today: denominations are not your friends, they are separatists—see the root word.)

Thanks for reading, the Elder

5/13/2020 (started 5/11)

The wonderful SIMH today was Amazing Grace, but not just as we normally sing it—you’ve probably heard it sang from the noted version of “Amazing Grace, The Sweetest Sound I Know,” as sung by seven members of the South African choir I think it is from a Seventh Day Adventist seminary. A truly wonderful rearrangement with smooth sweet-sounding voices. (I’m writing this at 9:30, after being up 4 hours and the sounds are still in my head. ) We do, indeed, live in amazing grace. Hallelujah, what a Savior!

This past Sunday was the first day for many churches to be back on something similar to normal schedules. Hopefully, most had normal to better than normal crowds attending; not for the sake of high attendance, but for the sake of normalcy prevailing. It is enough, folks. We do not need to live in fear. We need to face the problem and build our own immune systems the way nature’s God intended us. Eat well, sleep well, work well. Eating means great limitation on processed and refined products, more natural foods. Sleeping means 6-8 hours straight through with variation being account of age. Working means do what you do expending energy to tire the body while fully obeying eat and sleep, full well knowing your energy is going to be restored by new foods, regular sleep, etc. Never, ever depend on meds or chemicals to rebuild your immunity. 

Any of us may from time to time and often even permanently need chemicals to replace something we can no longer create or use naturally. But, this sort of medicinals, be they stabilizing or even healing, most times cannot rebuild one’s immune system. It takes the natural foods and natural habitat (eat, work, rest, eat, work, rest, repeat) to make us as healthy as we can get. [note: work may only be light exercise or may be full days of labor,  depending on capabilities.]

Now you know my thoughts on that, just come up with your own applications of the needs of your body and for those to whom you may give care. I promise not to interfere. 

Sunday, I used the story of David and Goliath to make an application of the battle which rages today between the truth of God’s word and the general discontent with it amongst those who doubt or outright deny the truth of it. Those who have an innate desire to have no god or a god of their own making will most often parade their position and “war” against those who simply believe the bible means what it says as it says it, where it says it, to whom it says it, and for what purpose and end result it so succinctly defines. 

It is a battle-royal, but don’t get me wrong; it isn’t physically life or death, only spiritually. A spiritual battle. The analogy is thus: here comes Goliath with not only all the world offers, but also with all the bravado, all the effrontery and a huge cloud of witnesses, backing him to win against the simple straightforward approach of the anointed of the Lord!Here comes little David, with the voice of the Lord, armed with the knowledge and assurance that he was right! David’s power came from the deliverance of the Lord’s intentions, which shall never, ever be resigned nor subjugated! 

All today’s world offers by all its “goliaths” is an attempt to look as though there just isn’t any winning against it! This goliath I’m referring to is the system which runs the three paths of mankind’s ruin: religion, politics, and money. It appeared (as a serpent beguiling Eve and Adam) in all three forms in (of all places) the third chapter of Genesis. Some 4,000+/— years later, John wrote about the three this way: the lust of the flesh, the lust of the eyes, the pride of life,-1 John 2:16. These three were spoken of by the Lord Jesus Christ in His ministry to Israel and the Lord again through Paul in his ministry to us in Romans through Philemon. 

But as the Lord simply told His Apostles, “In the world ye shall have tribulation: but be of good cheer; I have overcome the world.” -John 16:33. Then, almost immediately He was crucified, buried, and arose from the dead, and for 40 days assured them He was the winner and they were His forever. 

The Lord, giving a complete revelation to Paul in order to bring His Salvation to even us, as far removed from His will as we are naturally, gave Paul these words we are to take title of: “I am crucified with Christ: nevertheless I live; yet not I, but Christ liveth in me: And the life I now live in the flesh I live by the faith of the Son of God, who loved me, and gave himself for me. I do not frustrate the grace of God…” -Gal. 2:20,21a.

Take the Lord at his word; just like Paul did, just like the Apostles did, and just like our example, David did. Trust Him; “And the things of this world shall grow strangely dim, in the light of His glory and grace.”—from the chorus of the song, Turn Your Eyes Upon Jesus.

Thanks for reading, the Elder

5/9/2020

A reflective Saturday morning is upon me. What a week we have had! We finished with the little things we wanted to fix and spruce up before we put this house on the market and on Monday, 5/4 our house was listed. On Tuesday we had two showings; on Wednesday we had two showings and some folks in Texas received pictures, etc. from a realtor. Also on Wednesday, we had two offers. On Thursday we had two more offers and the couple in Texas began driving to come see the house—they drove straight through arriving Friday, noonish. By 4pm Friday, we had two very fine offers and the couple from Texas won the bid at an excellent sales price. Yes, that’s a lot to reflect on. 

Of course, we now see a much clearer path to getting ourselves moved into the smaller house down the mountain and close to downtown Fort Payne. Perhaps about 3 weeks from now, we’ll be moving in. That house will be finished by then, we’re pretty sure. Painting, floor finishing, and trim out is about all that’s left to be done on the interior, The outside, that’s another story. But, we believe we’ll move pretty fast to make it presentable for our 60th Anniversary celebration! (TBA) sometime around the 24th of June.

We’ve used several specialty contractors as well as a general contractor to totally redo the house to which we’re moving. Two of the people we contracted specialty jobs with are dragging their jobs out horribly. The roofers, the siding people, the general work; these were done swiftly and efficiently. The retaining wall against the hillside, that contractor has had many problems and for the most part it is understandable why he’s not finished. The rain started on a heavy and often pattern, “set in” is a good term, and has kept him from being able to get any of his jobs done (we’re just in his mix, somewhere) and besides that, he has had equipment failures on big equipment that might have broken some people. Finally, weather is looking up, his main tractor is being fixed and we’re hoping he’ll finish in a couple more days.

The electrician, is a mystery. He hasn’t got a good reason for being so slow. He lies to us about when he’ll be there, he comes by and doesn’t do anything, and what he’s accomplished is haphazard—not in the wiring and safety of it—but, such as a new breaker box system, all wiring tied in, but no labels as to what each breaker services! One man who has used him before, told me he never labels anything.!? How weird is that? We will not put up with this contractor if by Monday most, if not all is finished. (Yes, this man works on weekends. Sometimes.)

This morning, several songs wound their way through my thoughts, from Beatles to Jim Reeves. The one song which I will call the SIMH today, was done by Jim Reeves, but he wasn’t the version in my head. My wife, Barb and I sang this song as a duet in the Baptist church we joined after I got saved: “How Long Has It Been”—by Mosie Lister, written in 1956. He said he wrote it after remembering the childhood prayers he was taught in his christian home. He began to wonder if others could remember their prayers and soon wondered how many still prayed regularly. He said he started writing, wrote the whole song in about 10 minutes, laid it up on the piano and went on about his day, not even wondering if it was worthwhile. It turned out that over 600 artists have recorded it, it sold over a million sheet music copies very quickly, and the rest is history. (This song fits my “reflective attitude” this morning, don’t you think?)

Remember, trust is to be in the Lord. Allow Him to direct your path. At best, our understanding of things is weak, but the Lord’s way is always correct, never containing an error.

Thanks for reading, the Elder

5/4/2020

This is the week we start to expand our store hours back toward normal. We’ve been open by appointment only on Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and this week the plan is to add a day, Wednesday. (Sigh) It’s an improvement, that’s for sure. My rather strange SIMH today was “Just Another Manic Monday” (an old R&R song by a female group.) When I pulled it up and listened to the lyrics, rather 70s-80s lines and intent as they were, I glanced down the “comments” list and found the far reaching effect of the COVID-19 mess: A nurses’ group of frontline workers have adopted this as their theme song. Manic? showing wild, apparently deranged, excitement and energy ?? Well, maybe it does fit as a theme.

I have certainly enjoyed the current series of Bible class messages I’m doing (does that sound strange?) and I hope and pray all who watch and listen are following along by reading the passages and not just listening to me talk. While it is what I believe about what the Lord has done and is doing, it is also backed by Scripture which is written TO US, not just about the manner in which I am attempting to show God’s plan for mankind. 

Religions, as a general rule, sort of lose sight of the Supreme Being’s plan in favor of their own. How many times have you heard or read that you should read this book or that book to understand God’s plan for you? Why would it be that a man or a woman writing a 20th or 21st century opinion should be thought of as a better “Author and Finisher” of our faith? Just go with what the Lord has preserved. He promised a great thing to us, in any of the dispensations identifiable, when He said in Matthew, “…my yoke is easy and my burden is light..” and also when He said through James 4, “…the wisdom which is from above is…easy to be entreated.” 

All man-made and organized religions, be they Christian or some other ilk, have tenets for their position which are designed by their founders or have been adopted by some form of updating system. Imagine updating God’s word: can you? Oh, my! Many have tried! They are called “versions” because that best defines them: a particular form of something differing in certain respects from an earlier formand an account of a matter from a particular person’s point of view. 

Well, that explains why the 20th century had about 100 versions of the bible written and copyrighted, I might add. See, that’s how they claim it as their own and make money off what is their own point of view while displaying on a cover, with unmitigated gall, that it is a holy bible. Aacck! It’s enough to make one ill! If you detest out loud, some will say, “Well, the King James is a version.” No, it isn’t. It’s the word of God, else what would they be objecting to if it was just another version. Version-aires want the KJB gone! Some countries have or are considering banning it from being sold. (I don’t know if any are trying to confiscate the possession of it or not, but that did occur in the 19th century under Roman Catholic jurisdiction, I have read.)

Here is a simple test to know whether you have the true word of God in your hands:

THE 7 VERSE VERSION TEST! text me and I’ll send it to you.

You know, before I was saved, for a little over 2 years I worked part-time selling men’s clothing in an upscale (though not at the top) men’s wear store in Columbus, IN. Mr. Dalton was the owner and a hard man. He was tolerant, yet strictly principled. He never put up with foolishness, yet he had a great sense of humor. I turned 21 while working for him. What is significant about that is how much he taught me about the coming world for me after I reached my majority. And he wasn’t even aware he was teaching me. Even though I wasn’t saved until  we moved to Danville, IL just after my 22nd birthday, I was a believer—cannot remember ever seriously thinking Christ wasn’t the answer—and Mr. Dalton seemed to recognize that, but he would never engage or enter into a conversation about the Lord. His son, a year younger than me, had many ideas foisted upon him at college (like, “I don’t think a loving God would send anyone to hell—there’s no hell!” he would say.) Young Mr. Dalton seldom agreed with me.

Concerning being taught by Mr. Dalton: he once allowed a high school student employee and me to “rat out” a young man of low reputation whom he had also hired. He didn’t like it (neither did we), but he believed in our sincerity. I’ve questioned myself about this over the years and wondered. Upon our explanation of our opinion the other should not be working in the store, Mr. Dalton asked us why we thought we had better insight than he into that other lad’s character. My answer was he seemed too secretive, which contributed to a phoniness when he approached a customer. Mr. Dalton stared at me for what seemed like an hour (probably a few seconds), then he said, Mr. Lockhart, have you studied psychology? No, I said. He turned to the lad with me. My compadre answered, I know him at school and I wouldn’t leave him near my locker, if that tells you anything. So, Mr. Dalton fired him. Yes, I have often wondered, was that right or wrong.

Mr. Dalton respected me and my work ethic, my commitment to my family, and my ability to not anger the customers, even if I was somewhat inept for a while when it came to knowing the products I sold. When I quit, I said I hope to see you again soon. His very curt reply was, “Not likely.” I can’t express to you the hurt I felt at that. As though he could with one short statement crush my confidence level. I went past his place to say hello once after that, but it had a very unfriendly feel. I never went back. At that age, fully 30% of my work-life had been working for him. To Mr. Dalton, I was just another part-timer who came and went in a moment of time.

Thanks for reading, the Elder

4/25/2020

WORDS: The Lord Jesus Christ told the Hebrew people in Matthew 12:37, “for by thy words thou shalt be justified, and by thy words thou shalt be condemned.” I wonder, if the Washington, D.C. world knew that verse was in the Bible, would it make any difference to any of them when they speak?, those that make outrageous and unfounded claims against others and the public: would it matter? Dispensationally, we know how to make an application of the truth in the verse. It is a valid principle of “the fear of God is the beginning of wisdom” for our lives. To the saved, and one who is willing to practice “rightly dividing the word of truth” it will make a difference in making an application of this wisdom to “perfect(ing) holiness in the fear of God.”- 2 Cor.7:1—in other words, be careful what you say. Be careful about those things for which you are using the Scripture as a support document. 

About 1966, I began writing advertising copy for newspaper ads, first in the jewelry business (where stretched truth about products often appeared), then later for carpet and furniture where simple truths about products were a must. That’s where I first learned how much it mattered which words were used and which just wouldn’t do. Later, I wrote copy for radio ads and (a few) tv ads. These media were even more pointedly succinct, no hype or blather when time, like space to a newspaper, was a large factor. Then, in January, 1974, I began to study the Bible where truth is all there is (even in the stories about god-cursing men), the Bible is telling us the truth about them. To see what I mean, look up churlish in a word search—KJB, of course— and read the whole story about the man who was churlish. hint: David rescued his widow. 

Coming around to 2021, the “era of the COVID-19”—where is truth? Can you find authoritative words meant to convince a person, or all persons, of some deep abiding truth about this so-called pandemic? Hardly. Every time the health leaders speak, as soon as questions arise, there is most often a quick side-step of something like “well, we don’t really know, cause we’ve never had anything like this before,” and no definitive answer is forth-coming. No truth. No resulting conclusion. No way to make a hard and fast rule. No end in sight. No (or very limited) success, either. So, dear sovereign friends, why are we placing ourselves in subjection to an authority which cannot become authoritative? Why do we not take our place as the sovereigns that we are and decide for ourselves how to resolve this debacle?

We do not take the strong personal stance because, at least the majority of us, have not been taught how to care for ourselves, for our own and for our neighbors! For the last 50 years, our supposed education system has been the victim of two very prevalent themes: the first being the dumbing down of the classical education processes held dear for the previous 350 years; the second is its replacement ideology of socialism(lesser and/or greater) influences by educators who write books and leave the classrooms to the graduate students to teach. 

Somewhere in the ‘40s (I think), college professors became the unmitigated recipients of tenure. Terrible word, tenure: clearly defined as “guaranteed continual employment.” This manifested itself as a horrible result of its meaning in the mid ‘60s. Without controversy, could you convince anyone this would be a good proffer? That is, hold this out to someone as theirs if they want it? If you would think there were situations where this is good, I’m really worried about you. Yet, each institute of higher learning (another strange and seductive phrase) has several of these positioned professors. Guess which ideology the bulk of these proclaims—well, it isn’t classical education!

Having read and listened to politics, philosophers, and preachers for about 67 of my 77 years, I have noticed the word usages and misuses and by 1965 (that’s 54 years ago, and about 9 years before I began studying the bible), I could see untruths winning over absolute truths. It has been very dis-heartening and constantly worsening, and has reached clear unto this present curse: A pandemic and a world-effecting shutdown for which there is no need. Yes, millions are or will be sick. Most will recover. Hundreds of thousands may die, they always do. There are so many people in the world today, that a tiny percentile sounds horrifically huge when listed by the number. No, I don’t want anyone to die. But, I’ve noticed: they do. People die, something is going to cause our deaths (except the Lord comes.) The activity which shuts down the freedoms of the people of the world is a quieter and more complacent and acquiescent form of hostage-taking. Nothing less. Do the people even notice? Barely, if even at all. Very sad.

WE, (remember my use of this word in the previous blog?) are the government and WE are not doing what we should be doing. Either WE get it back to normal, or we fall prey to those who will enslave us to their professed doctrine—the one which has been being taught since about 1965. Just follow the bouncing ball along the pathway to complacency and you’ll get along fine. Kept. By. An. Oppressive. Governance.

If that’s what you want, ok. As for me, few things make me glad I’m old, but this sort of thing just about fills me up. Perhaps I won’t have to view too many more years of it. (Been thinking about my words if when I reach 100, the reporter asks me what I think of the 21st Century…what about you?)

Thanks for reading these words …the Elder

4/21/2020

This morning the SIMH is “Are You Sure Hank Done It This Way?” —written and recorded by Waylon Jennings. And Waylon didn’t do it the way Hank did. In fact, nobody done it the way Hank did it. I tried this morning to see if I could get that song to go out of my head, but it persisted. The way “ol’ Hank” did it has never been duplicated. Yes, it’s true ol’ Hank shortened his life by what he fed his body, but what he did in the time spent was remarkable. His humility before the Lord Jesus Christ in many of his songs is quite astounding. A line about Hank in another Waylon/Hank, Jr song says, “Back then they called him crazy, now the call him a saint.” The story goes that his recording company didn’t want to record his “religious leaning songs” under his name, so most of them are under the name Luke the Drifter. Ol’ Luke had some very clear and simple grace filled leanings. Hank and Waylon are both high on my enjoyable list.

Placing a pre-eminence on what to write about next sometimes boggles the mind. My rants about the idiocy of the government, or the rants over the lack of common sense, even the frustrations over being at home a lot and not out  amongst ‘em, all these things add to my boggled mind. More and more I hear people say, “Has it really come to this?” or Come on, this can’t be happening!” and “I never thought I’d see….”

What are we to do. Over and over, on FaceBook, in sermons and on here, I continually remind people that WE are the government. We determine what our elected officials pass off as ordinances, edicts and laws. We, the people, formed and can re-form government! How did we come to forget that? Why do we kowtow to anything coming from congress that congress wants to force upon us? Folks, it is not a rebellion nor a mutiny or for that matter, an insurrection for us to demand of our governing bodies that THEY do what WE want. They work for us. Following is my personal idea of how to fix this:

1.) Re-elect Donald Trump (I don’t care if you like him or not, he gets things done.)

2.) Consider anyone running for the House or the Senate on the basis of these things: A. Abortion is murder; B. They cannot budget money they don’t have therefore it cannot be spent-(no more debt); C. Lobbyists cannot be heard and cannot financially support candidacies. Pro and Con representatives can convey their reasonings, but only without coercion.

3.) Federal Government activities must be confined to the clear definition in the constitution only and cannot include other ancillary definitions.

4.) All other rights and privileges are the sovereignty of the individual states.

Then, with the new Congress; outlaw any and all lobbying. Officeholders must listen to the individuals who elected them and to them only(residents of each elected official’s constituency.)

Then, no other action by this new congress shall supersede devising a plan to integrate term limits for each house, eliminating retirement funds, extended health plans for life, etc. Phase out all existing retirement programs after the receiving of such for five years. 

Term limits for the House of Representatives, shall be 3, three year terms. For the Senate; 2, five year terms. Campaigns for both the houses of Congress shall be no more than 90 days prior to election. For the President/Vice-President, no longer than 180 days. No person shall be eligible for either office until 35 years of age. Staff and aides shall be at least 21 years of age and leave public service in the House or Senate at the end of their 20th year or sooner (not to exclude their right to run for elected office.)

Presidential appointees shall be limited in service as the President is: not more than ten years of service. All staff below the appointees shall have a 20 year limit of service.

Individual states shall determine any other requirements their electorate votes to allow, just as they allow their own bodies of government and its jurisdiction.

Some of you will say, “Why, they’ll never get anything done!” That’s probably true—that’s a good thing, right? Soon, they would learn what their job was and tend to it, don’tcha think?

Do I think any of this will come about? Only #1. I think the people will re-elect Donald Trump. Besides that, I can only hope. 

Why am I bothered by all this? I have before expressed in this blog that the existing gravity has come about on my generation’s watch. We have allowed all these things to fester and grow beyond measure. We now have professional politicians getting elected over and over again when they do not get anything done, many times not even making themselves aware of that for which they are voting. They ask an aid, or a colleague, or their favorite lobbyist how to vote.

Washington as a system is a fat, sloppy hog with a feeding trough so big, that the elected body cannot get from one end of it to the other, yet they believe they have license to stay there for the rest of their life and try. Throw the whole lot of them out, who act that way! 

Having said all this, still it is best if we learn to trust the Lord, and eternity is longer than this life. He is our helper, and we need not worry what man shall do to us.

Thanks for reading, the Elder

4/18/2020

On and Off, Pro and Con, Old and New: we are often confronted with these kinds of choices. Our morning square-table discussions today covered several things of this nature. From progress and/or the lack thereof on our remodeling process in the smaller house down the hill, to the progress and/or the lack thereof in fighting the “pandemic.” If Barb and I could get the world to listen to us instead of arguing with us, we can solve all these things in a very short space in time. Nothing to it! (We might have to move backwards in time and get a few things started over, however. ugh.)

But seriously, I do not understand the lockdown of a nation on account of an epidemic which has come around and a panic stricken public and its officials seemingly so void of common sense.  In the worst case of “hotspots” (as they are being called) only slightly more than 5% of illnesses end in deaths. Yes, I know how terrible it sounds to say “only” when we’re talking about deaths. But, think of 95% of the cases surviving, coupled with the fact that only about 8% of the total population are the most probable to attract the disease, whether there is a quarantine of healthy people or not. [Question: Ever heard before of quarantining the healthy and not just the ill?]

Small businesses, which are the lifeblood of all communities for sustaining a community lifestyle which is the most highly esteemed manner of living in America (and, I suspect around the world), cannot survive a lockdown such as we’re going through. It seems to me that the government has done what it needed to do in order to get the bulk of people to know how to take proper precautions and worry themselves through this on their own! Are we too complacent (whether laziness or ineptitude) to see through this on our own? Can we not think and decide what is best for ourselves and our families? Shall we capitulate to the “all-sufficiency” of a government which is hell-bent on criticizing one another to death? One which is now $26 Trillion in debt to itself and its world-wide populous?

Dear friends: if you still think for yourselves, and especially if you think the God of the Universe, to whom we sing praises such as “Oh, Lord, My God, How Great Thou Art!”, if He is your sufficiency, is it alright for you to be dependent upon a government such as would on the one hand, offer to give $1.5 trillion as a stimulus package, then on the other hand, add such ridiculous pork-barrel projects to the bill as another 3/4 trillion of debt all for things totally unrelated to the original need for the bill? Does any one of you think that’s ok? THAT’S NOT OK, FOLKS! WE,…WE NEED TO STOP THIS continual idiocy!  

And here we sit, with another election before us. Do you reckon we will send home the perps? Or will we just say, “Well, I can’t do anything about this.” and just let the idiots and alligators go back to the swamp for 2 or 6 more years?

I don’t know. When I ponder all that I’ve seen since 1952, when I think of some of the really stupid mistakes I’ve made being just an “average joe” (if I’m average, there is 50% of the people below me making more mistakes and 50% of them above me making just a few less), then I think of the combined sum of all stupid mistakes—-no wonder we’re in such a mess! It is a compassion, an urgent desire, a great hope of mine that can get across to whomever might read this to stop making the same mistakes I and my generation made. Thus far, the progeny out-mistake the progenitor. A real mess of stuff is all around us, and we keep stepping in it!

Thanks for ready, the Elder

(PS: I didn’t blame anybody; I blamed every body.)

Written 4/12/2020—7:30pm. Posted 4/14/2020

Sitting in a darkened living room (we lost power about 15 minutes ago) expecting the power to be off all night due to storms which are passing through. We knew by TV (really great storm coverage out of Huntsville) that the threat of tornadoes has past us, but heavy rain is going to keep coming down till 10PM, or so. We had pretty heavy wind earlier, now just long slow moving rain storms.

All this sort of reminding me of the SIMH today: “Love Lifted Me”—started out being the country/pop crossover hit by the late Kenny Rogers, but in my head turned toward how much Christ’s “Love Lifted Me”—a beautiful old hymn. I can’t look up its history due to no internet power. But, if I remember, I’ll add it later. I mostly liked the verse that says, “Souls in danger, look above, Jesus completely saves!” “He will lift you by His love, out of the angry waves!” While not at sea, we feel like we’ve been tossed about the way the waves of wind have hit the house. But, He has lifted us by His love and we are at peace.

We still have the Blue Jug store closed, though we’re looking at getting it opened in a few days (by appointment only) at least a few days a week till the covid-19 issue is past. By appointment will mean the people will come in at their set time, fill their water jugs, pay by card, and we’ll step up between times and be sure everything touched will be sterile again. Sounds kinda silly writing it down. I guess it’s necessary. We may be too cautious, but better safe than sorry. Of all 9 stores, only two are closed, a third has shortened the number of days a week to 3. All the others are as usual. Each city and state has their own system of safety precautions and I suppose, that leaves us at the mercy of our local leaders.

Blue Jug, LLC is poised to be very busy after this episode is over. We have some very good prospects for new stores, several could develop rapidly. Locally, Sarah and Jason are set to begin the rest of their upgrade and new in-store applications with the Butter Snob Baking completion and the Smoothie, Kombucha, Coffee/Tea Bar being finished. They’re getting excited to finish and people ask about it in nearly every conversation. 

I was just thinking how absolutely sure I was that 2020 was going to be a fantastic year of growth in business and I was of a mind to think we would have an increase in local attendance at Bible Study, making this a very positive time. Now, here we are, almost a third of the way through the year; we missed the first half of January because the store wasn’t finished, we missed the last week + of March and now half of April with this pandemic. We never had more than two people show up for Bible Study and now for 4 straight weeks, no one—I just speak into the camera and put it out online to whomever will “tune us in.” The year just hasn’t started yet, has it? Maybe next week.

The lights have flickered, but now seem to have settled back into a non-working state. Oh, well, I can type in the dark. I make the same amount of mistakes whether I can see or not (ha!) Once when we lived in Catlin, IL, we had an ice storm hit the area, Our house was completely covered in ice, no power for several days. Interestingly, as the temperature stayed down in the lower 20s, our house never got below about 58degrees. The ice acted like an insulator—sorta makes me understand igloos, right?

Thanks for reading, the Elder