School Days

I have shared my faith and examples of just how much I love to share my faith and reveal the consequence of sin. It has been a personal journal written in the hope that what I have shared will cause those in need to seek the Truth about which I speak. 

You know where I stand and on the issues, so until I feel the need to do otherwise, I will share stories that I pray will be of interest.

We all have had teachers who left an indelible mark on our very being. We all remember the name of our first teacher,  If we grew up in a church-going family, we certainly recall our first pastor and if we were baptized, the pastor who officiated at the dunking. Those who participated in sports certainly recall their first coach and their team records. Every one of us will have  favorite teachers and subjects. In my case, I really loved “school”. I enjoyed every class and subject. I honestly was never truly challenged until Albegra and Geometry. 

Some of us were ‘advanced’ and placed in higher grade subjects. Algebra and Geometry convinced me to study, but my first taste of algebra left a bad taste in my mounth since the teacher obviously appreciated the handsome ‘older’ boys and spent her time teaching from each one’s desk. Most in the advanced group seem to have no problem at all, but that still irks me, donchaknow. Geometry cause me difficulty and the teacher had been doing it too long to be interesting. Chemistry was another “need to focus”, but I made it. Being musically inclined, I excelled in choir and band. We had choir in junior high, but it was simply singalong. My first ‘director’ was beautiful and he daughter of the Episcopal minister. She also loved the older boys. She didn’t make it and the rumor was she ‘loved’ the older boys too much. Lorene Sanders, Bill Sorrells and Duncan Thompson were my favorite teachers. Ms. Sanders was my inspiration to teach. Duncan Thompson was my band director and Bill Sorrells was my choral teacher. They each challenged me at every turn. I still do not understand how my senior year fall band grade was “96” and my final was”92″? Notice my one absence. Only one in all twelve years. Also, no one signed my final card since it was ‘final’.

College days at a later date.

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

Costas, Bowa, Tark and Me

KORK was the flagship station for the Las Vegas Stars minor league baseball team. Larry Bowa was the manager. He was a very fiery fellow who was known, far and wide, to be tossed during a game for confronting umpires.  Whenever the team needed someone to replace the singer of the National Anthem, they would call me. I got to know the team members and the manager pretty well.

Bob Costas was beginning a five-minute sports program for State Farm and his producer was attempting to get Bowa on for his first guest.  Bowa was difficult to deal with all the way around, and when he refused, The producer called the ‘flagship’ station for assistance. I happened to answer the phone and when told of their dilemma, I said that I might be able to convince Larry.  The producer said, “You get Bowa on tape, asking questions I will send you and I will pay you $25 for them.  I did and they did.  I used a cassette machine, recorded the questions they sent, mailed it to an address in St. Louis and Costa would record his voice with my questions and thus the broadcast. 

It went so well, I got the contract.

My next assignment was with Jerry Tarkanian, coach of the National Champion UNLV Runnin’ Rebels.  I knew the coach also, and I did additional questions that I thought would be of interest.  They liked mine and from that time on, I was given carte blanche to do the same for notables whenever they came to Vegas.  I made some easy money for that whole sports show run. Las Vegas Sports Books always had sports figures hanging around and that worked out well for me.

Not many can say, “I was Bob Costas for a season,  donchaknow, really. 

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

The Greatest Hymn Ever Written

I would have said, “Amazing Grace”, but at a recent gathering of hymnologists, they unanimously determine it to be:

“Holy, Holy, Holy”, lyrics composed by Reginald Herber in the 1700’s and set to music by John Bacchus Dykes in 1861. The second verse seemed to sum up just how lessened God’s importance seems to be today. After refreshing my memory, I totally agree. I have said many times that we ‘walk in darkness’ without the Light of God. You many not know the words, so I’ve included the lyrics here. The focus verse is in “Bold” font, donchaknow.

“Holy, holy, holy!! Lord God Almighty, early in the morning our song shall rise to Thee. Holy, holy, holy! Merciful and mighty, God in three persons, Blessed Trinity!

Holy, holy, holy! Though the darkness hide thee, Though the eye of sinful man Thy glory may not see. Only Thou art holy, There is none beside Thee perfect in power, in love and purity.


Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty, All thy works shall praise Thy name In earth and sky and sea. Only Thou art Holy, Merciful and mighty, God in three persons, Blessed Trinity!”


The words in Bold shout out loudly today. “Though the eye of sinful man Thy glory may not see” is very, very true. Just look at how far we’ve strayed from The Word!

i promised not to be so “preachy” from now on, but just couldn’t pass up this one. Thought you’d like to know. Really. I wonder if it is still Hymn number one in hymnals today. I wonder if there are still hymnals in use in worship, today.

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

The Light Dims

Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father which is in heaven.”

(Matthew 5:16)      These words spoken by Jesus Christ are gradually being ignored today.  What the world wants is to place “not” in it so that is says, “Let NOT your light so shine so that others will not get their feelings hurt.” In Franklin Graham’s latest edition of “Decision“, he lists just how pressure has changed the way people think. The issue of the bakers is still alive. It may soon be that no one can legally refuse to offer service for “religious” reasons. Governors are making it legal to murder babies at any stage of life. The Canadian Prime Minister is pledging Billions to fund abortion, worldwide. Teachers are getting into trouble by showing transgender films to elementary students without having notified parents and a Vicar of two churches in England has resigned over the offering of transgender to classes in his schools. In Virginia a retired pastor and his wife are being threatened with eviction for holding a bible study in their senior living apartment. 

We are circling the wagons and the SINister minister isn’t through yet, donchaknow. Well, “Til death, do us part”!

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

“Love Letters Straight From Your Heart”

This is the title of one of my favorite love songs. It must be well over 50-years old, but I recall the first time I heard it (I believe it was sung by Ketty Lester) and it has been ‘covered’ by many others. It could have been inspired by scripture.

In John 13:34–35, he quotes Jesus as saying, “A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another. By this all men will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another”.

I have shared this thought often, but Steve Arterburn reminds us of this great quote from Jimmy Hendrix: “When the power of love overcomes the love of power, the world will know peace.” 

Now, that just about sums it up, donchaknow. It is worthy of being placed on our hearts, our walls, our bumper stickers and the hall of Congress.   Really!

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

Just Five Minutes of Your Time

I read Jim Denison’s article every morning. Today he is right on and worth your perusal. His ‘article’ is read, world-wide, in over 200 countries. His message is pure bible ‘TRUTH’ and I respect his words. Today, Jim covers some central issues regarding our President and attitudes toward same. What Jim Denison writes today is what I wish I had said. 

Read it for yourself and let me know what YOU think.

I love to hear from you, donchaknow. Really.

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