Bread on the Water

“In your relationships with one another, have the same mindset as Christ Jesus: Who, being in very nature God, did not consider equality with God something to be used to his own advantage; rather, he made himself nothing by taking the very nature of a servant, being made in human likeness. And being found in appearance as a man, he humbled himself by becoming obedient to death— even death on a cross!”

(Phillipians 2:5-8) How on earth can we who call ourselves Christian, hold even a sliver of animosity toward anyone? Obviously, it is easy for  so many. We are too quick to judge. We don’t have ability to totally love one another as God planned. The Bible is full of LOVE, the love only God has. We think we can love, but it is in human understanding and without the anointing of Faith in Jesus Christ can we even begin to do so. Physical Love isn’t Love, but it is what we  settle for without a clean heart. Righteousness evades us when we see through the human eye without Christ Jesus in our hearts. We listen to the Sinister Minister from the moment we draw our first breath. We cast no bread on the water unless we are assured of reward. A True believer sees reward when their bread brings about another True Believer, donchaknow. Really. Every life should be a ‘labor of love, one for another’, or else. There is only one way to God, period. And, that’s what I get from MY box of chocolates.    AMEN

The Price

It saddens me to realize that lifting the shade of my life’s journey carries consequences. My Bible tells me to come clean and confess sins, but it also says to ‘go to those owed’ and that’s simply impossible since so many are not close to my apartment here in Plano. I have utilized social media and the internet blog to do all I can to rectify mistakes. It is revealing as to just how many drop away, donchaknow, but it would be worse to allow former students and friends to hold me as some sort of good example. If my wade in this water has resulted in any discomfort or disappointment, I sincerely apologize. It’s just something God placed on my heart to say. I was lying on a table for an hour yesterday for outpatient surgery by a fine young surgeon named Joseph Burak. He is saving my leg and for that I am truly grateful. At a time when someone is invaded one’s body, thoughts of what one has left undone abound. I had an Epiphany, donchaknow. While God’s Angels surrounded the medical ones, it came to me just why followers of my blog have dropped away in discomfort. For those who remain, please remember to pray for others first and for all others, forgive me for MY failure to live up to God’s standards of a “Good Man”. I am most grateful for Dr. Joseph Burak and his team in an effort to save what’s left of this fellow and am Too Anointed to be Disappointed and Too Blessed to be depressed! Really.

And that’s what I get from MY box of chocolates.    AMEN

What it was was Football

My Texas Revolution Indoor Football Team was already ahead of the Defending Champions, The Duke City Gladiators last Saturday night at The Star, when I had a chance to catch me a CIF official football. (In this game any ball going into the stands is free to the fan that catches it) The Rev were a the move again and I was standing right inside the inflated wall, waiting. And, there it was, coming right for me and I was ready….but so was a defensive back from the Gladiators. We met at the ball and he knocked me for a loop. I just received a photo of the event. That’s me in the ‘outback’ hat and the other guy is airborne wearing number “4”. After an overnight at Texas Hospital in Plano, I am fortunately recovering at home. Not smart, but I did get a ball. My caregiver said, “You could have bought a ball and saved all your misery!”  Yes, that is true, but still it was the thought that counted, donchaknow. I wrote the other team and asked that number “4” be notified of my willingness to forgive since I’m still here.

And that’s what I get from MY box of chocolates.  AMEN

My Church Choirs

I served as music minister in churches all over the place. While in Huntsville, I served in Presbyterian and Methodist. In Cedar Bayou, First Baptist. In Pampa, Central Baptist and in Amarillo, Episcopal and Baptist. In Las Vegas I directed music at First Southern, Foothills and Desert Hills. My two longest tenures were in Bryan and Las Vegas. I began my Bryan service at First Baptist with Dr. Harvey Andrews. I am a bit foggy as to when and all, but the choir members I certainly recall, fondly. There were two ladies who were guaranteed a front row seat, no exceptions. The men were a hoot and the ladies a blessing. I was fortunate to have some very fine voices at Bryan First Baptist. George “Pete” Adams, Ed and Barbara Carson (Ed pass away, but Barbara continues to stay in touch), Jack Conlee, Earl Cunningham, Doc and Bess Sprague, Sue Poss and  Alice Jean Butler, just to name a few. My organist was one of the most beautiful ladies I ever knew, Imogene Robertson. What a sweet spirit! In Vegas with Dr. David C Brown, Tony Forehand and Roger Johnson, I had some very fine members who could sing up a storm. The entire Hepworth family blessed us for years. (Bobbie was the mother of the seven babies that made national headlines, years back). Three of my former members at Desert Hills are still in contact with me, Susan Kennedy in Georgia and Kelly Denney and Deni Forehand in Vegas. I can’t remember all the wonderful churches I served, but I can assure you it was wonderful, donchaknow. After all, I was only using God’s Gift for God and that’s what I get from MY box of chocolates.   AMEN

That’s ALL there is

My Obituary could read:

“Over two decades of successful teaching in public and private schools, nationwide; over fifty years of part-time-full-time broadcasting, nationwide, inducted into the Nevada Broadcasters Hall of Fame in 2001; over five decades as full-or-part-time church staff member and years of successful participation in dramatic and musical theater including the four-year run of National Tour II, Houston Company of  ‘The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas'”. 

All of it is nothing but ‘clatter’. All my success is as meaningless as the hyphen between the dates on a tombstone. Nothing I have accomplished matters eternally, donchaknow. 

We spend our lives struggling and straining for fame and fortune. We stand for nothing without Christ Jesus. Paul said it best in the Book of Romans:

“for all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God, and all are justified freely by his grace through the redemption that came by Christ Jesus.” (Romans 3:23-24)

That ‘ALL’ means everything we do is simply nothing without Christ Jesus as our Savior! To some that means life is simply futile so why even try to do right and that’s their own business. God gave each of us ‘free will’ to choose how we should live and will never change that fact. HE had every intention to leave it up to mankind, just who HE is. HE made us ‘human’ and gave us responsibility to manage the earth and all its content. HE made Adam and Eve perfect in every way. I have shared that I believe the first love song was sung by Adam when he awakened for a deep sleep and saw the gorgeous creature he named “EVE”! Everything WAS beautiful. Then, came the Sinister Minister in the form of a beautiful serpent and everything went to Hell. You and I were born in SIN and our lives controlled by human nature influenced by that same snake. Without Christ we are lost and all the good things we do matters not a whit without acceptance of the Greatest Gift known to man. That’s God’s Gift of Faith in His only Son and that Son’s ultimate sacrifice on a cruel cross, bearing ALL the sin of the world. Intelligence tells us ‘it ain’t so’, but smarts are dangerous, donchaknow. Too many are simply educated idiots in the final analysis. “For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believed in Him would not perish, but have everlasting life” (John 3:16)

That’s ALL and that’s what I get from MY box of chocolates.  AMEN

P T Barnum

The famous circus magnate said it first, a long time ago, “There’s a sucker born every minute”. With the internet the odds have increased a million fold. I have been inundated with scams from the “Cash for Patriots” to a very interesting letter written by a lady in Barcelona, Spain. It seems she has been sitting on over twenty-seven million dollars left by a man named Austin who was killed in a tragic auto accident along with his family years ago. According to the letter, after years of seeking next of kin, she believes me to be the lone living heir. I am to contact her husband by return email immediately to be told what I must do next to receive the funds. 

What is different from other scams of like intent, this one doesn’t ask for money “up front” (yet) but proposes that we ‘split’ the millions with her getting 50%, the government getting 10% and my share is to be 40%.  But not breathe a word of our arrangement. Yeah, sure! I just can’t wait! I am certain that legitimate bankers would refrain from such an arrangement. Perhaps you have received such an offer. Did you give it much thought? Have you listened to the long spiel by the fellow announcing the “Cash for Patriots?”  When we were very young, a friend and I determined to blow up paper sacks and secure them with rubber bands and set up a stand offering “Donut Holes” for  a nickel a sack. While in college my suitemate placed an add in a magazine simply stating, “For a big surprise, send just $1”. He claimed he got over 100 dollars sent to a post office box. He said he responded with a sheet of paper that read, “SURPRISE!”,  in large red letters. 

I really would like to hear from anyone who was offered such a marvelous opportunity for wealth. I do not expect any to say they went for it, donchaknow. I do hear of a bunch of suckers who have refused the free gift of eternal life and that breaks my heart.

And that’s what I get from MY box of chocolates.   AMEN


If you declare with your mouth, “Jesus is Lord,” and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved. For it is with your heart that you believe and are justified, and it is with your mouth that you profess your faith and are saved.” (Romans 10:9-10)

I accepted this promise at an early age, but the Sinister Minister controlled my human heart with what appeared to be wonderful adventure and opportunity. Alas, SIN would reign and a Prodigal was born! What a waste of valuable time. Too many people are following that same path today. It is quite evident in their talk and walk. “Collusion”!!!!! Where there is no collusion. “Racism” where there is no racism. Finger pointing and malicious gossip abounds. Hatred makes good headlines and all is of naught since all of the hearts are simply hardened and minds are controlled by the master of illusion, the Sinister Minister. But, all isn’t LOST! Apostle Paul wrote the words to the Church of Rome. Jesus Christ comes in and Love resides. When Love resides all sin simply bounces off. The power to overcome tragic thought is as simple as confession and belief. It doesn’t come in man made products. It can’t be provided elsewhere. It is so simply, it evades the grasp of most. “What the World Needs Now, Is LOVE sweet LOVE” found only in MY Lord Jesus Christ. Period! So, “Romans 10:9-10” is your verse of the day, donchaknow. Please, before it’s too late, come home just as I did!

And that’s what I get from MY box of chocolates.  AMEN

Name That Tune (Trivia)

  1. What song has “Purple” in it?
  2. How does the last verse of “Amazing Grace” end?
  3. What song talks about “Touching a Leaf”?
  4. What was Gogi Grant’s big hit?
  5. What was the title of Fats Domino’s first big hit?
  6. What river is named in a hymn?
  7. What song did Franz Gruber compose?
  8. What hymn talks about lost sheep?
  9. Name a hymn that talks about mansions.
  10. What flower grows in the valley?
  11. The Jordanaires sang backup in what song?
  12. What was the name of Robert Goulet’s big hit from a Broadway Show? What was the name of that show?
  13. What is the name of the song about a musical scale?
  14. What great praise song was written by George Beverly Shea?
  15. What did ‘liddlelambs’ eat?
  16. What great song did a “Cat” sing?
  17. What was Marty Robbins big hit?
  18. Name one hymn you sang at Easter Service.
  19. Name a praise song written by Bill Gaither.
  20. What was the last word of our “Benediction”?

And that’s what I get from MY box of chocolates.   AMEN

“Be Not Dismayed”

God will take care of you! Steve Arterburn writes:

“Life is full of paradoxes. The apostle Paul tells us, “We now have this light shining in our hearts, but we ourselves are like fragile clay jars containing this great treasure. This makes it clear that our great power is from God, not from ourselves. We are pressed on every side by troubles, but we are not crushed. We are perplexed, but not driven to despair” (2 Corinthians 4:7-8).

My Bible is crammed full of this Blessed Assurance! “God Will Take Care of You” is a great old hymn written by Civilla Martin in 1904. Her husband, Walter, was a preacher and was to speak at a meeting of a church body some distance from their home. She became very ill and prevented him from cancelling his trip. Their young son convinced him to”Go ahead, father. God will care for mother while you are away”. Civilla began to feel better and just before his return, she penned these words:

“Be not dismayed whate’er betide,
God will take care of you;
beneath his wings of love abide,
God will take care of you.
God will take care of you,
through every day, o’er all the way;
he will take care of you,
God will take care of you.”

When Walter returned home, she shared the poem and he immediately composed the melody. The hymn was published in their new hymnal in 1904. Incidentally, Civilla also wrote the beautiful “His Eye is On the Sparrow”, as well.

The Bible is filled with this promise and it saddens me to think of all those who fail to take advantage of it. It’s just simply “Let Go and Let God”, donchaknow. 

(Today is a “PRAISE GOD DAY” for me also. I was injured at my Texas Revolution Indoor Football game Saturday night when a huge Gladiator defender and I ‘contested’ for a ‘pass into the stands’. He clobbered me and sent me sailing in to row of seats. After overnight at Texas Health Center, I am home and very sore and slow. It could have been much worse and once again I am reminded “Never Alone” and “Too anointed to be disappointed and Too Blessed to be depressed”! God does Care for His Own! 

And, that’s what I get from MY very full box of chocolates.  AMEN