tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35030665338759642412024-03-17T18:25:23.245-04:00Greetings!Barry (Mr. K.)http://www.blogger.com/profile/02402052385815739979noreply@blogger.comBlogger1154125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3503066533875964241.post-705361263498612842024-03-16T01:00:00.000-04:002024-03-16T01:00:00.338-04:00Why?<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgSWwRvI-0YzqWc6e2IYrY_LExL1BTY3Jz7-PaG0sT1_MKuxuxTZuSdDuH1WAZLn4WFeyTEpIj40lNHtJsriiyge1arbJaA9Go1FvauiuyF4XMuY_0okyVJqn-z_jPsU2Nn0GYWudQOA1UGRAaERSt0uvaycmWHPsaOde55I9tBp3xHPBAIHH0_a0D2" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" border="0" height="150" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_7226914837650827074" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgSWwRvI-0YzqWc6e2IYrY_LExL1BTY3Jz7-PaG0sT1_MKuxuxTZuSdDuH1WAZLn4WFeyTEpIj40lNHtJsriiyge1arbJaA9Go1FvauiuyF4XMuY_0okyVJqn-z_jPsU2Nn0GYWudQOA1UGRAaERSt0uvaycmWHPsaOde55I9tBp3xHPBAIHH0_a0D2=w200-h150" width="200" /></a></p> <div style="color: black; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; font-weight: normal; font: 14pt Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, Serif; line-height: normal;"> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> So often in life we ask the question "Why?" We are often confused by even simple things that we don't fully understand. Here are some interesting illustrations of such questions..<o:p></o:p></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></div> <div class="yiv7494352353msonormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 12pt;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #26282a;">Why do supermarkets make the sick walk all the way to the back of the store to get to the Pharmacy for their prescriptions while healthy people can buy cigarettes at the front?</span><span face="Calibri, sans-serif"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div> <div class="yiv7494352353msonormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 12pt;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #26282a;">I miss the time when I was working at the zoo. My boss fired me just because I left the lion's gate open. I mean who would steal a lion?</span><span face="Calibri, sans-serif"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div> <div class="yiv7494352353msonormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 12pt;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #26282a;">I was in a cab today, and the cab driver said, "I love my job, I'm my own boss. Nobody tells me what to do." Then I said, "turn left".</span><span face="Calibri, sans-serif"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div> <div class="yiv7494352353msonormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 12pt;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #26282a;">Why do people order double cheeseburgers, large fries, and yet insist on getting a diet coke?</span><span face="Calibri, sans-serif"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div> <div class="yiv7494352353msonormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 12pt;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #26282a;">Why do banks leave vault doors open and then chain the pens on the counter tops?</span><span face="Calibri, sans-serif"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div> <div class="yiv7494352353msonormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 12pt;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #26282a;">Why do we leave cars worth thousands of dollars in our driveways and put our useless junk in the garage?</span><span face="Calibri, sans-serif"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div> <div class="yiv7494352353msonormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 12pt;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #26282a;">Why does the sun lighten our hair, but, darken our skin?</span><span face="Calibri, sans-serif"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div> <div class="yiv7494352353msonormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 12pt;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #26282a;">Why can't women put on mascara with their mouth closed?</span><span face="Calibri, sans-serif"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div> <div class="yiv7494352353msonormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 12pt;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #26282a;">Why is 'abbreviated' such a long word</span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif"> </span></span><span face="Calibri, sans-serif"><br /> </span><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #26282a;"> </span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif"> </span></span><span face="Calibri, sans-serif"><br /> </span><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #26282a;">Why is it that doctors and attorneys call what they do 'practice'?</span><span face="Calibri, sans-serif"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div> <div class="yiv7494352353msonormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 12pt;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #26282a;">Why is lemon juice made with artificial flavouring and dish washing liquid made with real lemons?</span><span face="Calibri, sans-serif"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div> <div class="yiv7494352353msonormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 12pt;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #26282a;">Why is the man who invests all your money called a broker?</span><span face="Calibri, sans-serif"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div> <div class="yiv7494352353msonormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 12pt;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #26282a;">Why is the time of day with the slowest traffic called the rush hour?</span><span face="Calibri, sans-serif"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div> <div class="yiv7494352353msonormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 12pt;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #26282a;">Why do they sterilize the needle for lethal injections?</span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif"> </span></span><span face="Calibri, sans-serif"><br /> </span><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #26282a;"> </span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif"> </span></span><span face="Calibri, sans-serif"><br /> </span><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #26282a;">You know that indestructible black box that is used on airplanes? Why don't they make the whole plane out of that stuff??</span><span face="Calibri, sans-serif"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div> <div class="yiv7494352353msonormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 12pt;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #26282a;">Why don't sheep shrink when it rains, whereas sweaters made of sheeps wool, do?</span><span face="Calibri, sans-serif"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div> <div class="yiv7494352353msonormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 12pt;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #26282a;">Why are they called apartments when they are all stuck together?</span><span face="Calibri, sans-serif"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div> <div class="yiv7494352353msonormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #26282a; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">If flying is so safe, why do they call the airport the terminal?<o:p></o:p></span></div> <div class="yiv7494352353msonormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #26282a; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> </span></div> <div class="yiv7494352353msonormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #26282a; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Why did I write such a stupid blog?</span><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 11pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div> <span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; font-size: medium;"></span></div> Barry (Mr. K.)http://www.blogger.com/profile/02402052385815739979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3503066533875964241.post-50435607016683361332024-03-09T01:00:00.005-05:002024-03-09T01:00:00.138-05:00Be Careful What You Wish For<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEit5kBQ5g3q-h2A1Xo5C_qc3AaSYUYPk2YdJD_ADrbRR53j-d4D8uAv-MMB2H-3IzJ41QuYvvwuMTyFfjJ3zFYNMZ9CIkCD1UNxorY3JyB-YcXhYbhs42GBIX29BQnrCtGma9u4Yplu8q6sY0RaBJ7hudIpuuJrhfv5Xcrr7sscpnMWnrVYXW8TMK8NJ0Q" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" border="0" height="129" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_7301726799519435938" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEit5kBQ5g3q-h2A1Xo5C_qc3AaSYUYPk2YdJD_ADrbRR53j-d4D8uAv-MMB2H-3IzJ41QuYvvwuMTyFfjJ3zFYNMZ9CIkCD1UNxorY3JyB-YcXhYbhs42GBIX29BQnrCtGma9u4Yplu8q6sY0RaBJ7hudIpuuJrhfv5Xcrr7sscpnMWnrVYXW8TMK8NJ0Q=w200-h129" width="200" /></a></p><div class="ydpce38fb99yahoo-style-wrap"><div id="ydpce38fb99yiv0243783842"><div><div class="ydpce38fb99yiv0243783842yahoo-style-wrap"><div><br /><div dir="ltr"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span face="Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif">This guy was walking along the beach when he came across this salt-encrusted piece of metal.</span><br style="outline-color: currentcolor;" /><br style="outline-color: currentcolor;" /><span face="Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif">He worked for an hour or so to remove the salt. Lo and behold it was a very old oil lamp.</span><br style="outline-color: currentcolor;" /><br style="outline-color: currentcolor;" /><span face="Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif">The guy started to buff it to remove the verdigris when "poof" a genie appeared.</span><br style="outline-color: currentcolor;" /><br style="outline-color: currentcolor;" /><span face="Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif">This genie, like all genies, was so happy to be freed of the lamp that he granted the guy three wishes.</span><br style="outline-color: currentcolor;" /><br style="outline-color: currentcolor;" /><span face="Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif">"I wish to be a dollar richer than Bill Gates, " says the guy.</span><br style="outline-color: currentcolor;" /><br style="outline-color: currentcolor;" /><span face="Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif">"Guy," the genie said, "You will forever be a dollar richer than Bill Gates. What's your second wish."</span><br style="outline-color: currentcolor;" /><br style="outline-color: currentcolor;" /><span face="Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif">"Genie, I want the most expensive Porsche made: Fire engine red, on board GPS and the finest audio system ever installed in an automobile."</span><br style="outline-color: currentcolor;" /><br style="outline-color: currentcolor;" /><span face="Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif">"That's easy, Guy," says the genie. He waves his hand and best car anybody had ever seen pops out of the lamp.</span><br style="outline-color: currentcolor;" /><br style="outline-color: currentcolor;" /><span face="Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif">The genie then asks the guy for his third wish.</span><br style="outline-color: currentcolor;" /><br style="outline-color: currentcolor;" /><span face="Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif">The guy mulls the problem over and over. A girl... Nah. With billions and billions of dollars he certainly had become a chick magnet. World peace? Only wackos want that. The guy found a reason not to wish for anything that came to his mind.</span><br style="outline-color: currentcolor;" /><br style="outline-color: currentcolor;" /><span face="Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif">"Genie," the guy said, "I can't think of anything now. May I save the third wish for later."</span><br style="outline-color: currentcolor;" /><br style="outline-color: currentcolor;" /><span face="Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif">"Gee, this is most unusual. But you hold the hammer, I can't escape from this lamp until you make a third wish. Call me when you're ready," and whoosh the genie disappears into the lamp.</span><br style="outline-color: currentcolor;" /><br style="outline-color: currentcolor;" /><span face="Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif">The guy carefully picks up the now-ever-so- valuable lamp and places it in the trunk of the fire engine red Porsche. He turns the radio on to balance the sounds and makes all the other adjustments needed to get his great audio system customized to his ears.</span><br style="outline-color: currentcolor;" /><br style="outline-color: currentcolor;" /><span face="Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif">After that, he pulled off the beach and headed south along the Pacific Coast Highway.</span><br style="outline-color: currentcolor;" /><br style="outline-color: currentcolor;" /><span face="Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif">Soon he was up to 60, then 70, then 80. The Porsche handled perfectly.</span><br style="outline-color: currentcolor;" /><br style="outline-color: currentcolor;" /><span face="Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif">The guy was so happy that he began to sing along with the familiar commercial on the radio.</span><br style="outline-color: currentcolor;" /><br style="outline-color: currentcolor;" /><span face="Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif">"Oh, I wish I was an Oscar-Mayer Wiener..."</span></span></div></div></div></div></div></div>Barry (Mr. K.)http://www.blogger.com/profile/02402052385815739979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3503066533875964241.post-81559422914941694432024-03-02T01:30:00.010-05:002024-03-02T13:14:29.666-05:00An Angel?<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgGKDnHaE_mBjEoxy8X3f1IYc0ZalWK9FOoocQhi3SnLSAVJos5aas6PFevTAtoiphn3hSU0KyUVyYvBhjZ8EeUf25DmpezaJu1IVkDEhIdGw_mWTjxE77_bnzjomyWMOonfZpOM4uXkanXO8mTgyY_Q146WytX9w2AkZ8ztcatp4Xz_fFrKJGrUtTm8XA" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" border="0" height="188" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_7340783839215164034" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgGKDnHaE_mBjEoxy8X3f1IYc0ZalWK9FOoocQhi3SnLSAVJos5aas6PFevTAtoiphn3hSU0KyUVyYvBhjZ8EeUf25DmpezaJu1IVkDEhIdGw_mWTjxE77_bnzjomyWMOonfZpOM4uXkanXO8mTgyY_Q146WytX9w2AkZ8ztcatp4Xz_fFrKJGrUtTm8XA=w200-h188" width="200" /></a></p><div class="yahoo-style-wrap"><p class="ydp2859826dMsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> We were just coming home after doing our online grocery shopping. Because we are now limited physically we've learned to do our shopping online, placing our order on the company website. Then we go to the store and they load the order, for us, into our car.<br /> The big problem comes next – carrying the groceries from the car to our kitchen. We've purchased a folding cart to help with this process. It usually takes us two trips.<br /> Recently we were struggling with this task. I just got a heavy load to the front door. Suddenly a stranger appeared and volunteered to complete our unloading for us. We were surprised and gladly accepted his offer. He brought the rest of our groceries in, closed the car door and closed the garage door for us.</span></p><p class="ydp2859826dMsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> He then explained that he was a workman during construction on a house being renovated across the street. He said he couldn't bear to watch us struggle with the groceries. He knew he had to help, and he did.<br /> We haven't seen him since. Could he have been an angel?<br /> Things that used to be so easy are now a burden. We do have another neighbor "angel" who we know who daily brings our newspaper to our front door for us. We could use some other angels to get our mail each day or to help clean up the many limbs that are now down in our yard, or to shovel our snow or even to just visit with us. It is amazing how lonely you can get when you are handicapped and basically confined to your home. Visits, notes and phone calls are very limited but appreciated.</span></p><p class="ydp2859826dMsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> Maybe the Lord can use you as one of his angels. Many could use help. I regret that I didn't do more to care for handicapped friends when I still could</span></p><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> <b><i>Beware – handicapped can happen to you sooner than you think. You may soon need help.</i></b></span></div><div style="font-family: "times new roman", "new york", times, serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></div><br /></div>Barry (Mr. K.)http://www.blogger.com/profile/02402052385815739979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3503066533875964241.post-46969707063816208642024-02-24T01:00:00.011-05:002024-02-24T01:00:00.449-05:00Who Stretched The Hill. - LB<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhA2msl4QlEsdd3rdfGq9nitm9w6PjMJKsB0fWLmjj4-X6UL9IjobrV_ABs9C6BC_g3CJzI801POhGXOC41cIL_0qbEaxq5QdR7jONvOY8xdZaYlrZhFTBsGYQ1IlQx9T5J8n-V64EVe2s44PxtftPjPhq-qopu4kNWC8KJSmPJMO7_f3y_6BgLEbvUO_g" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" border="0" height="191" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_7283262669100412338" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhA2msl4QlEsdd3rdfGq9nitm9w6PjMJKsB0fWLmjj4-X6UL9IjobrV_ABs9C6BC_g3CJzI801POhGXOC41cIL_0qbEaxq5QdR7jONvOY8xdZaYlrZhFTBsGYQ1IlQx9T5J8n-V64EVe2s44PxtftPjPhq-qopu4kNWC8KJSmPJMO7_f3y_6BgLEbvUO_g=w200-h191" width="200" /></a></p><div class="yahoo-style-wrap"><p class="ydpc9c08819MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: medium; margin: 0in;"><span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><i style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;"><b>"Looking Back" </b>is a feature in which I choose a previous blog which I have written, rewrite it and share it once again. This one was first posted in 2013.</i></span></p><p class="ydpc9c08819MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: medium; margin: 0in;"><span face="Verdana, sans-serif"><br /></span></p><p class="ydpc9c08819MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="font-size: medium;"> </span><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span> Recently one of our cars had to go in for repairs. Dianne was very ill and in bed and I really didn't want to disturb her. It was a beautiful afternoon so I thought I'd just walk home. It was only about a mile from our house and I had walked that route a few times before. <br /> Now I did walk farther than that almost every morning, at a large area shopping center where it is climate controlled and flat. So, I thought it was no big deal and the first few blocks went fine. But then I turned the corner and started to walk on Prince St., the longest leg of the journey. As I looked ahead, I was shocked to see how steep the hill ahead of me seemed to be. <br /> Ten to 15 years ago I walked on Prince St. several times a week when I was teaching nights at Millersville University. It was always a nice easy walk. But I don't remember the steep hills being there before. Were they new? I don't think so. Did somebody stretch them to make them steeper? Well maybe, but I doubt it. Was I now a decade older? I guess that is a good excuse.</span><span></span></span></p><p class="ydpc9c08819MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span> Now I faced three choices. I could have called Dianne and said "Help!". But she was too ill for this option. Second, I could have kept my eye on the peak of the hills and faced the challenge of getting there. So often in life it is good to keep your eye on the finish line or the goal which you are trying to reach. Runners in track need to keep their eyes on the finish line so that they don't fall short. I guess if you don't set goals in life and work to reach them, you really don't accomplish what you are capable of doing. <br /> I thought of Hebrews 12: 1, 2, "let us run with patience the race that is set before us, looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith;" But, I didn't quite feel that this had the proper application here. The top of the hill just looked too far away.</span><span></span></span></p><p class="ydpc9c08819MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span> My third choice was just to look at the next few steps as I climbed the hill. The next few steps just didn't look nearly as steep and weren't hard to take. And that is what I did … little by little, step by step. And as I climbed, I thought how often in life I worry about the tasks, changes, and challenges that might be ahead. And one can grow very weary doing that. <br /> Sometimes it is just better to take on today's challenges. The Lord does promise us strength for today. And tomorrow is in His hands. He will supply the strength that we need when tomorrow becomes today. So, while it is important to keep our eyes on our final destination - heaven for the believer - living needs to be daily, as we draw upon His resources for today.</span><span></span></span></p><p class="ydpc9c08819MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> So, taking a few steps at a time, the hill didn't seem quite as steep, and I made it. However, on the way up I was passed from behind by a young lady walking her dog and an "old man" carrying a bag of fruit. Both the humans and the dog didn't seem to have too much problem with the hill. Good for them! <br /> And, after reaching the top, I found going down the opposite side was a snap. But I still wonder if I should ask the borough manager when they stretched the hill and made it steeper.</span></p><p class="ydpc9c08819MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span>(Please note – Since originally writing this blog and experiencing this challenge, I now face a much different challenge – just walking anywhere. Physically my days of doing any walking are gone. Now I find myself dependent on a cane and a walker. I miss my walks but I thank the Lord for the many years when they were possible.)</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><br /></div>Barry (Mr. K.)http://www.blogger.com/profile/02402052385815739979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3503066533875964241.post-43737231940979982202024-02-20T01:00:00.007-05:002024-02-20T01:00:00.149-05:00Answers Are Here<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjwyBjprsEiowji7gmpQzhUbG-A6efzqhNxUTRV6p3y8LwVwCCr79i5bsjpOncYhgpPCbQ3wbYugYIVbk52lwj4mt4sHysf57WWtSbTGg9aCFt1uCsAY3zN6mb3PTiNmU9apyePtKO_Q7mkBrIOzTnE5DvPOEKCtWbJQVcTGX-x70yoOqbbEzym--VFprc" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" border="0" height="196" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_7300711541192812034" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjwyBjprsEiowji7gmpQzhUbG-A6efzqhNxUTRV6p3y8LwVwCCr79i5bsjpOncYhgpPCbQ3wbYugYIVbk52lwj4mt4sHysf57WWtSbTGg9aCFt1uCsAY3zN6mb3PTiNmU9apyePtKO_Q7mkBrIOzTnE5DvPOEKCtWbJQVcTGX-x70yoOqbbEzym--VFprc=w200-h196" width="200" /></a></p><div class="yahoo-style-wrap" style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", Times, serif;"><div data-setdir="false" dir="ltr"><div data-setdir="false" dir="ltr"><span face=""Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: medium;">Here are the answers to the brain teasers in last week's blog.</span></div><div><span face=""Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span face=""Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif">1. The third. Lions that haven't eaten in three years are dead.</span><br style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; outline-color: currentcolor;" /><br style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; outline-color: currentcolor;" /><span face=""Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif">2. The woman is a photographer. She shot a picture of her husband, developed it, and hung it up to dry.</span><br style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; outline-color: currentcolor;" /><br style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; outline-color: currentcolor;" /><span face=""Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif">3. Charcoal. This one it tricky. Only old-timers can remember using coal for heating...</span><br style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; outline-color: currentcolor;" /><br style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; outline-color: currentcolor;" /><span face=""Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif">4. Sure you can: Yesterday, Today, and Tomorrow!</span><br style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; outline-color: currentcolor;" /><br style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; outline-color: currentcolor;" /></span></div><div><span face=""Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div data-setdir="false" dir="ltr"><span face=""Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: medium;">So how did you do?</span></div></div></div>Barry (Mr. K.)http://www.blogger.com/profile/02402052385815739979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3503066533875964241.post-74680406033680264822024-02-17T01:00:00.009-05:002024-02-17T12:03:25.080-05:00Use Your Brain<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj-8iDop701teZUxjLvZFn9ESQbS6-HffsZ_ejVXMLWqPwUaDLCDQIkRZkXKFihJ9Sn3VHGTyugpTS9neXAKURlSyx4NS-Ydr0DG1kCjzXNHBq_LuKM3ad0ewPfqqMSqo_x_KFiM5P7T5eOQ3FRh_n97vE8fTVjZRJxMYHl2auvF0hqJYG3x8guPluQeJE" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><img alt="" border="0" height="186" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_7300708485923220498" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj-8iDop701teZUxjLvZFn9ESQbS6-HffsZ_ejVXMLWqPwUaDLCDQIkRZkXKFihJ9Sn3VHGTyugpTS9neXAKURlSyx4NS-Ydr0DG1kCjzXNHBq_LuKM3ad0ewPfqqMSqo_x_KFiM5P7T5eOQ3FRh_n97vE8fTVjZRJxMYHl2auvF0hqJYG3x8guPluQeJE=w186-h186" width="186" /></span></a></p><div class="yahoo-style-wrap" style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", Times, serif;"><div data-setdir="false" dir="ltr"><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span face=""Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif">Study the five brain teasers. Then, see if you can answer without looking at the answers. Very interesting! Don't look at answers!</span><br style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; outline-color: currentcolor;" /><br style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; outline-color: currentcolor;" /><span face=""Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif">1. A murderer is condemned to death. He has to choose between three rooms. The first is full of raging fires, the second is full of assassins with loaded guns, and the third is full of lions that haven't eaten in 3 years. Which room is safest for him?</span><br style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; outline-color: currentcolor;" /><br style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; outline-color: currentcolor;" /><span face=""Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif">2. A woman shoots her husband. Then she holds him under water for over 5 minutes. Finally, she hangs him. But 5 minutes later they both go out together and enjoy a wonderful dinner together. How can this be?</span><br style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; outline-color: currentcolor;" /><br style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; outline-color: currentcolor;" /><span face=""Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif">3. What is black when you buy it, red when you use it, and gray when you throw it away?</span><br style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; outline-color: currentcolor;" /><br style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; outline-color: currentcolor;" /><span face=""Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif">4. Can you name three consecutive days without using the words Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, or Sunday?</span><br style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; outline-color: currentcolor;" /><br /></span><span face=""Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: large;">Answers next Tuesday</span><br style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; outline-color: currentcolor;" /></div><br /></div></div>Barry (Mr. K.)http://www.blogger.com/profile/02402052385815739979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3503066533875964241.post-28577259797077261372024-02-10T01:00:00.008-05:002024-02-28T17:37:34.034-05:00Field Goal!<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj0bFGn0nu4jAoZccNQwTxucWPl5aqFpQK296CaY7fg6c_2JD2NjmI6y6brr7LPbQRRPFGe7cgwDbjqacmuL8QyF9X6wj4vDNGpLe63b54OmAXpoXoweGxLAIhyOxf3BSuVeehdqlx6CiA4YMYX4p8b3YDeQ2PexD2urUukauD9ZuFKlh6_LiFtaZa0kxQ" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" border="0" height="125" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_7272473274098888066" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj0bFGn0nu4jAoZccNQwTxucWPl5aqFpQK296CaY7fg6c_2JD2NjmI6y6brr7LPbQRRPFGe7cgwDbjqacmuL8QyF9X6wj4vDNGpLe63b54OmAXpoXoweGxLAIhyOxf3BSuVeehdqlx6CiA4YMYX4p8b3YDeQ2PexD2urUukauD9ZuFKlh6_LiFtaZa0kxQ=w200-h125" width="200" /></a></p><div class="ydpf4759e4yahoo-style-wrap" style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", Times, serif; font-size: 16px;"><p class="ydp8a576631MsoNormal" style="font-family: -webkit-standard; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><i>Over the years I have been writing life stories for my grandchildren. I have now completed almost 300 pages for them. Some of them have appeared in previous blogs and I have decided to share others as I am doing today.</i> </span></p><div><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif" style="font-size: 13pt;"> </span></div><div><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif" style="font-size: 13pt;"> We had just completed an administrative staff meeting when my assistant superintendent, Jerry Brooks, received a telephone call telling him that he needed a timer for a district basketball doubleheader that was to begin in a few hours at the Farm Show Arena in Harrisburg. Jerry was chairman of the District 3 of the PIAA and he served as game manager for many district and regional play-off games. He was in a pinch and asked me if I could run the clock. </span></div><div><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif" style="font-size: 13pt;"> Now I had been involved for many years writing, coaching, scoring and keeping statistics for basketball games so I figured why not try running the clock. And so that night I joined a team of five Penn Manor administrators who worked the district doubleheader. And this was the start of an interesting 30 years of working at district and state basketball play-off games.</span></div><p class="ydpc6720aa9MsoNormal" style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: medium; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica;"></span></p><div><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif" style="font-size: 13pt;"> For many years we worked doubleheaders, triple headers and on Saturdays two sets of doubleheaders at the Arena, commonly called the "barn". Some nights were very long, especially when we had girls games. Those were the years before girls basketball became exciting. In those days the games were slow with loads of walking calls, jump balls and fouls. The games never seemed to end and I often had trouble keeping awake. </span></div><div><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif" style="font-size: 13pt;"> But the boys games were different - often fast and furious. I had no trouble keeping awake for those. And I had the fun of watching the great Carlisle and York Catholic teams work their way to several state championships. And the extra pay was good.</span></div><p class="ydpc6720aa9MsoNormal" style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: medium; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica;"></span></p><div><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif" style="font-size: 13pt;"> I also had a chance to serve as scorer for a few play-off games at other locations when the regular scorer couldn't be there. One of my interesting experiences came in an eastern semifinal game. Before the game the official asked me if I knew that with two technicals you would be ejected. I had never heard of that rule and had never been at a game where somebody had two technicals. But I guess the official suspected that this might happen. At that time hanging on the rim was a technical foul. The game featured Lebanon and their future 7 foot NBA star, Sam Bowie. And would you believe that Bowie hung on the rim twice resulting in two technicals and I had to inform the officials that he was to be ejected. </span></div><div><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif" style="font-size: 13pt;"> The crowd was incensed and we were pelted with trash and even soft drinks. Fortunately, Lebanon played a better game without him and went on to win. That satisfied the crowd and nothing more came of their anger towards us.</span></div><p class="ydpc6720aa9MsoNormal" style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: medium; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica;"></span></p><div><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif" style="font-size: 13pt;"> I did have another very difficult experience in a district elimination game between Steel High and Dallastown. Steel High was always very good and always brought a very large vocal and involved crowd with them. It was a close game and Steel High was up by one point in the final seconds when they fouled a Dallastown player as the final buzzer sounded. </span></div><div><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif" style="font-size: 13pt;"> Now most of the time good officials quickly determine whether or not the game was over and if they thought it was, they quickly disappeared to the locker room. But these guys huddled and weren't sure, so they came over to me to make the final decision. I told them that I thought the foul was called before I could react and snap the clock off. So, based on my decision, they sent the player to the foul line for a one and one situation. And he calmly sank both shots to win the game and end Steel High's season. </span></div><div><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif" style="font-size: 13pt;"> The crowd went wild and I was escorted out of the arena by a policeman. But the next day, the Harrisburg newspaper reported that I had made the decision and gave my name and where I lived. I was prepared for the worse, but fortunately it never happened.</span></div><p class="ydpc6720aa9MsoNormal" style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: medium; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica;"></span></p><div><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif" style="font-size: 13pt;"> But in making that decision I did impress one person, the head of the PIAA. A few days later he came to me and invited me to become the official statistician for the eight state finals at Hershey. He said that I could choose somebody to work as my assistant. So for 25 years I kept the stats for the finals with the help of one of my sons, usually Craig. The work was always very stressful, but I loved it and couldn't wait each year to return. </span></div><div><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif" style="font-size: 13pt;"> We saw great basketball. We saw many well know college coaches who were there to recruit. We saw future college and NBA stars, such as Kobie Bryant, Sam Bowie and Billy Owens. We were on television and we had special privileges. We were treated royally by Hershey and by the PIAA. Great, great memories.</span></div><p class="ydpc6720aa9MsoNormal" style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: medium; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica;"></span></p><div><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif" style="font-size: 13pt;"> But as is usually true in life, things change and come to an end. When Hershey added the Giant Center, the old "barn" at Harrisburg was no longer used for basketball games. And so I was "retired" as timer. That was fine because I still had the exciting state finals. </span></div><div><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif" style="font-size: 13pt;"> But then, Penn State lobbied to have the finals at State College and the PIAA moved them there. I was no longer needed and I never got an explanation or an invitation to return. And that's the way life often is - 25 years and you just aren't invited back. Not even thanks for 25 years of service - nothing. Things didn't work out for the PIAA at Penn State, as I anticipated, and they've now moved back to Hershey. But I'm no longer needed. So now I watch the games on television. </span></div><div><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif" style="font-size: 13pt;"> While I was very disappointed about not even receiving a response or a thank you when they made the move to State College, I'm glad I wasn't asked back when they returned. While it was fun, I am getting too old for the fast pace and all the pressure and stress. It was probably time to "retire".</span></div><p class="ydpc6720aa9MsoNormal" style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: medium; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica;"></span></p><img alt="Inline image" class="yahoo-inline-image" data-id="<fe412bb5-cb96-8f2b-b543-a1cf5944578d@yahoo.com>" draggable="false" src="cid:fe412bb5-cb96-8f2b-b543-a1cf5944578d@yahoo.com" style="max-width: 800px;" title="Inline image" /><br /><p class="ydpc6720aa9MsoNormal" style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: medium; margin: 0in;"><span face="Trebuchet MS, sans-serif" style="font-size: 13pt;"> But I do have great memories. And I really do miss the excitement. Those were special times and I am glad to have had these extra special opportunities. And during those challenging years of raising a family on one income, the extra pay went a long way in helping to pay the bills. It was another example of the Lord allowing me to be at the right place at the right time when the right opportunity developed. And I thank Him for that. But now it is just a good memory.</span><span style="font-family: Helvetica;"></span></p><p class="ydpc6720aa9MsoNormal" style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: medium; margin: 0in;"> </p><div> </div></div>Barry (Mr. K.)http://www.blogger.com/profile/02402052385815739979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3503066533875964241.post-51376829139781521082024-02-10T01:00:00.007-05:002024-02-10T01:00:00.141-05:00Customer Service<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEieNysHqvJkoUu5Laf4EPHirwv-R7f5zAuh6LbYO5bzYs65ADO_lXkHrJ3jgywzerni5ZspkNeWaKGKtUUE5Lv5x1BU92ZLqoRkeZQO0tInjkt-DKitIkbjYKK5_5XRbIEpbl2oEzqDU2C4fMhByzccsbo4u8Xl_bGSSLKRkuXivWVWaelewxSEekR_XoA" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" border="0" height="150" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_7300646757858867026" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEieNysHqvJkoUu5Laf4EPHirwv-R7f5zAuh6LbYO5bzYs65ADO_lXkHrJ3jgywzerni5ZspkNeWaKGKtUUE5Lv5x1BU92ZLqoRkeZQO0tInjkt-DKitIkbjYKK5_5XRbIEpbl2oEzqDU2C4fMhByzccsbo4u8Xl_bGSSLKRkuXivWVWaelewxSEekR_XoA=w200-h150" width="200" /></a></p><div class="yahoo-style-wrap"><div data-setdir="false" dir="ltr"><div><p class="ydp6a2758fdMsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: medium; margin: 0in;"><i><span style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 16pt;">The following is actual correspondence between a London hotel's staff and one of its guests. The London hotel involved submitted this to the Sunday Times. No name was mentioned.</span></i><span style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 16pt;"></span></p><p class="ydp6a2758fdMsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: medium; margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 16pt;">******************************************************</span></p><p class="ydp6a2758fdMsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Dear Maid,</span></p><p class="ydp6a2758fdMsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Please do not leave any more of those little bars of soap in my bathroom since I have brought my own bath-sized Dial. Please remove the six unopened little bars from the shelf under the medicine chest and another three in the shower soap dish. They are in my way.</span></p><p class="ydp6a2758fdMsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Thank you,</span></p><p class="ydp6a2758fdMsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">S. Berman</span></p><p class="ydp6a2758fdMsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">----------------------------------------------------------------------</span></p><p class="ydp6a2758fdMsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Dear Room 635,</span></p><p class="ydp6a2758fdMsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">I am not your regular maid. She will be back tomorrow, Thursday, from her day off. I took the 3 hotel soaps out of the shower soap dish as you requested. The 6 bars on your shelf I took out of your way and put on top of your Kleenex dispenser in case you should change your mind. This leaves only the 3 bars I left today which my instructions from the management is to leave 3 soaps daily. I hope this is satisfactory.</span></p><p class="ydp6a2758fdMsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Kathy, Relief Maid</span></p><p class="ydp6a2758fdMsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">----------------------------------------------------------------------</span></p><p class="ydp6a2758fdMsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Dear Maid-I hope you are my regular maid.</span></p><p class="ydp6a2758fdMsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Apparently Kathy did not tell you about my note to her concerning the little bars of soap. When I got back to my room this evening I found you had added 3 little Camays to the shelf under my medicine cabinet. I am going to be here in the hotel for two weeks and have brought my own bath-size Dial so I won't need those 6 little Camays which are on the shelf. They are in my way when shaving, brushing teeth, etc. Please remove them.</span></p><p class="ydp6a2758fdMsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">S. Berman</span></p><p class="ydp6a2758fdMsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">----------------------------------------------------------------------</span></p><p class="ydp6a2758fdMsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Dear Mr. Berman,</span></p><p class="ydp6a2758fdMsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">My day off was last Wed. so the relief maid left 3 hotel soaps which we are instructed by the management. I took the 6 soaps which were in our way on the shelf and put them in the soap dish where your Dial was. I put the Dial in the medicine cabinet for your convenience. I didn't remove the 3 complimentary soaps which are always placed inside the medicine cabinet for all new check-ins and which you did not object to when you checked in last Monday. Please let me know if I can of further assistance.</span></p><p class="ydp6a2758fdMsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Your regular maid, Dotty</span></p><p class="ydp6a2758fdMsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">----------------------------------------------------------------------</span></p><p class="ydp6a2758fdMsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Dear Mr. Berman,</span></p><p class="ydp6a2758fdMsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">The assistant manager, Mr. Kensedder, informed me this A.M. that you called him last evening and said you were unhappy with your maid service. I have assigned a new girl to your room. I hope you will accept my apologies for any past inconvenience. If you have any future complaints please contact me so I can give it my personal attention. Call extension 1108 between 8AM and 5PM. Thank you.</span></p><p class="ydp6a2758fdMsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Elaine Carmen, Housekeeper</span></p><p class="ydp6a2758fdMsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">----------------------------------------------------------------------</span></p><p class="ydp6a2758fdMsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Dear Miss Carmen,</span></p><p class="ydp6a2758fdMsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">It is impossible to contact you by phone since I leave the hotel for business at 7:45 AM and don't get back before 5:30 or 6PM. That's the reason I called Mr. Kensedder last night. You were already off duty. I only asked Mr. Kensedder if he could do anything about those little bars of soap. The new maid you assigned me must have thought I was a new check-in today, since she left another 3 bars of hotel soap in my medicine cabinet along with her regular delivery of 3 bars on the bath-room shelf. In just 5 days here I have accumulated 24 little bars of soap. Why are you doing this to me?</span></p><p class="ydp6a2758fdMsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">S. Berman</span></p><p class="ydp6a2758fdMsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">----------------------------------------------------------------------</span></p><p class="ydp6a2758fdMsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Dear Mr. Berman,</span></p><p class="ydp6a2758fdMsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Your maid, Kathy, has been instructed to stop delivering soap to your room and remove the extra soaps. If I can be of further assistance, please call extension 1108 between 8AM and 5PM. Thank you,</span></p><p class="ydp6a2758fdMsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Elaine Carmen, Housekeeper</span></p><p class="ydp6a2758fdMsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">----------------------------------------------------------------------</span></p><p class="ydp6a2758fdMsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Dear Mr. Kensedder,</span></p><p class="ydp6a2758fdMsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">My bath-size Dial is missing. Every bar of soap was taken from my room including my own bath-size Dial. I came in late last night and had to call the bellhop to bring me 4 little Cashmere Bouquets.</span></p><p class="ydp6a2758fdMsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">S. Berman</span></p><p class="ydp6a2758fdMsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">----------------------------------------------------------------------</span></p><p class="ydp6a2758fdMsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Dear Mr. Berman,</span></p><p class="ydp6a2758fdMsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">I have informed our housekeeper, Elaine Carmen, of your soap problem. I cannot understand why there was no soap in your room since our maids are instructed to leave 3 bars of soap each time they service a room. The situation will be rectified immediately. Please accept my apologies for the inconvenience.</span></p><p class="ydp6a2758fdMsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Martin L. Kensedder, Assistant Manager</span></p><p class="ydp6a2758fdMsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">----------------------------------------------------------------------</span></p><p class="ydp6a2758fdMsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Dear Mrs. Carmen,</span></p><p class="ydp6a2758fdMsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Who the heck left 54 little bars of Camay in my room? I came in last night and found 54 little bars of soap. I don't want 54 little bars of Camay. I want my one bar of bath-size Dial. Do you realize I have 54 bars of soap in here. All I want is my bath size Dial. Please give me back my bath-size Dial.</span></p><p class="ydp6a2758fdMsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">S. Berman</span></p><p class="ydp6a2758fdMsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">----------------------------------------------------------------------</span></p><p class="ydp6a2758fdMsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Dear Mr. Berman,</span></p><p class="ydp6a2758fdMsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">You complained of too much soap in your room so I had them removed. Then you complained to Mr. Kensedder that all your soap was missing so I personally returned them. The 24 Camays which had been taken and the 3 Camays you are supposed to receive daily (sic). I don't know anything about the 4 Cashmere Bouquets. Obviously your maid, Kathy, did not know I had returned your soaps so she also brought 24 Camays plus the 3 daily Camays. I don't know where you got the idea this hotel issues bath-size Dial. I was able to locate some bath-size Ivory which I left in your room.</span></p><p class="ydp6a2758fdMsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Elaine Carmen, Housekeeper</span></p><p class="ydp6a2758fdMsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">----------------------------------------------------------------------</span></p><p class="ydp6a2758fdMsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Dear Mrs. Carmen,</span></p><p class="ydp6a2758fdMsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Just a short note to bring you up-to-date on my latest soap inventory.</span></p><p class="ydp6a2758fdMsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">As of today I possess:</span></p><p class="ydp6a2758fdMsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">On shelf under medicine cabinet - 18 Camay in 4 stacks of 4 and 1 stack of 2.<br />On Kleenex dispenser - 11 Camay in 2 stacks of 4 and 1 stack of 3.<br />On bedroom dresser - 1 stack of 3 Cashmere Bouquet, 1 stack of 4<br />hotel-size Ivory, and 8 Camay in 2 stacks of 4.<br />Inside medicine cabinet - 14 Camay in 3 stacks of 4 and 1 stack of 2.<br />In shower soap dish - 6 Camay, very moist.<br />On northeast corner of tub - 1 Cashmere Bouquet, slightly used.<br />On northwest corner of tub - 6 Camays in 2 stacks of 3.</span></p><p class="ydp6a2758fdMsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Please ask Kathy when she services my room to make sure the stacks are neatly piled and dusted. Also, please advise her that stacks of more than 4 have a tendency to tip. May I suggest that my bedroom window sill is not in use and will make an excellent spot for future soap deliveries. One more item, I have purchased another bar of bath-sized Dial which I am keeping in the hotel vault in order to avoid further misunderstandings.</span></p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #0a0a0a;">S. Berman</span></span></div><br /></div></div>Barry (Mr. K.)http://www.blogger.com/profile/02402052385815739979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3503066533875964241.post-2265034342478518052024-02-03T01:00:00.016-05:002024-02-03T23:10:27.300-05:00The Elderly<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgFEuV_WSLnR3UKZOQLGBPB-0OCPqdeX627-iDe0OC7yqkzcun8LzGtH67F9Y0fpL24B_IFOZBkG7fcWmYwGbs15bouoHkpTx-VZkuf523J6pZKmnkzN2_TczFoyY4jnEtD-mJD1eoqNUUHuB4bLfFK6JCi4sJrrPyeZYswW7zc2-XlmAPv9Oh4rSzN-_w" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" border="0" height="113" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_7298770886323315426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgFEuV_WSLnR3UKZOQLGBPB-0OCPqdeX627-iDe0OC7yqkzcun8LzGtH67F9Y0fpL24B_IFOZBkG7fcWmYwGbs15bouoHkpTx-VZkuf523J6pZKmnkzN2_TczFoyY4jnEtD-mJD1eoqNUUHuB4bLfFK6JCi4sJrrPyeZYswW7zc2-XlmAPv9Oh4rSzN-_w=w200-h113" width="200" /></a></p><div class="yahoo-style-wrap"><p class="ydp27df6cc0MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">They call us "The Elderly." </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">We were born in the 40-50-60's. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">We grew up in the 50-60-70's. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">We studied in the 60-70-80's. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">We were dating in the 70-80-90's. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">We got married and discovered the world in the 70-80-90's. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">We venture into the 80-90's. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">We stabilize in the 2000's. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">We got wiser in the 2010's. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">And we are going firmly through and beyond 2020.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Turns out we've lived through EIGHT different decades...<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">TWO different centuries...<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">TWO different millennia...<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">We have gone from the telephone with an operator for long-distance calls to video calls to anywhere in the world. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">We have gone from slides to YouTube, from vinyl records to online music, from handwritten letters to email and WhatsApp. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">From live matches on the radio, to black and white TV, color TV and then to 3D HD TV. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">We went to the Video store and now we watch Netflix. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">We got to know the first computers, punch cards, floppy disks and now we have gigabytes and megabytes on our smartphones. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">We wore shorts throughout our childhood and then long trousers, Oxfords, flares, parachute pants, shell suits, and blue jeans. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">We dodged infantile paralysis, meningitis, polio, tuberculosis, swine flu and now COVID-19.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">We rode skates, tricycles, bicycles, mopeds, petrol, or diesel cars and now we drive hybrids or electric.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Yes, we've been through a lot but what a great life we've had!<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">They could describe us as "exennials"; people who were born in that world of the 50s/60s, who had an analog childhood and a digital adulthood.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">We've kind of seen it all!<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Our generation has literally lived through and witnessed more than any other in every dimension of life.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">change.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #1d2228;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">A <b>big round of applause</b> to all the members of a very special generation, which will be UNIQUE.</span><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: x-small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p></div>Barry (Mr. K.)http://www.blogger.com/profile/02402052385815739979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3503066533875964241.post-6294628576351044492024-01-27T01:00:00.026-05:002024-01-27T01:00:00.149-05:00Through It All<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiAMWJWq8UgXgIvwMrUp9JXwHuh-esoKTMvvy6JdwxMAveMBQ230dWs8d4-acYrQPIBP9FJ-nYe0neFgS8s2JX8rtSt52CV1X-_ucidKWUQqSbi0byE3OnCOZGpoSMPGe7FfLiC4wrLwYOJUsZ4kBNEhxeBhIA9uCUhpQopLa7EMNW_kwTP7VutRPW3Jp0" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" border="0" height="200" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_7327778974987220978" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiAMWJWq8UgXgIvwMrUp9JXwHuh-esoKTMvvy6JdwxMAveMBQ230dWs8d4-acYrQPIBP9FJ-nYe0neFgS8s2JX8rtSt52CV1X-_ucidKWUQqSbi0byE3OnCOZGpoSMPGe7FfLiC4wrLwYOJUsZ4kBNEhxeBhIA9uCUhpQopLa7EMNW_kwTP7VutRPW3Jp0=w200-h200" width="200" /></a></p><div class="yahoo-style-wrap"><p class="ydp9a21cb40MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> Do you often take time to look back and see how you survived difficult challenges in the past? This often will give you the courage to face troubling times in the present. This is especially true if you can see how the Lord brought you through challenges that you thought were impossible.</span></p><p class="ydp9a21cb40MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> Personally, I can recall so many times when it was only the Lord who made away for me through impossible situations which perplexed me. I was reminded of that recently when I read a devotional, "Through It All" in David Jeremiah's Turning Point devotional booklet for January. Now I don't normally copy a writing by somebody else, but I thought this was good enough to share. So, here goes:</span></p><p class="ydp9a21cb40MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> In 1991, NBA Lakers player Magic Johnson announced that he had AIDS. In the years since, Magic and his wife, Cookie, have given their lives to Jesus Christ. In a social media post a couple of years ago, Magic said "Today marks 30 years of living with HIV … Through it all I learned to trust in Jesus and I learned to trust in God!"</span></p><p class="ydp9a21cb40MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> Notice the verb he used: learned.<br /> Songwriter Andrae Crouch said the same thing: "Through it all, I've learned to trust in Jesus, I've learned to trust in God." Trusting the Lord is a learning experience as we grow in faith. When we trust the Lord with today's load, we see His faithfulness and learn to trust Him even more for tomorrow's uncertainties. Paul told the Thessalonians, "We are bound to thank God always for you, brethren, it is fitting, because your faith grows exceedingly." (2Thessalonins 1:3)</span></p><p class="ydp9a21cb40MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> Whenever you face a crisis, turn to the Lord and find the needed promises in His Word. Pray today that God will help you trust Him more and more with every passing day.</span></p><p class="ydp9a21cb40MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0in;"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><i style="color: #202124; font-family: georgia;">I've had many tears and sorrow</i></div><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #202124; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>I've had questions for tomorrow</i></div><i><div style="text-align: center;"><i>There've been times I didn't know right from wrong</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>But in every situation</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>God gave me blessed consolation</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>That my trials come to only make me strong</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div></i></span><p></p><p class="ydp9a21cb40MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0in;"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><i style="color: #202124; font-family: georgia;">I've been to a lot of places</i></div><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #202124; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>And I've seen millions of of faces</i></div><i><div style="text-align: center;"><i>But there were times that I felt so all alone</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>But in my lonely hour</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Yet those precious lonely hours</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Jesus lets me know that I was His own</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>That's the reason I say that</i></div></i></span><p></p><p class="ydp9a21cb40MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0in;"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><i style="color: #202124; font-family: georgia;">Through it all</i></div><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #202124; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Through it all</i></div><i><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Oh, I've learned to trust in Jesus</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>I've learned to trust in God</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Let me tell ya that</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Through it all</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Oh, through it all</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>I've learned to depend upon His word</i></div></i></span><p></p><p class="ydp9a21cb40MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0in;"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><i style="color: #202124; font-family: georgia;"><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i style="color: #202124; font-family: georgia;">So I thank God for the mountains</i></div><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #202124; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>And I thank Him for the valleys</i></div><i><div style="text-align: center;"><i>And I thank Him for the storms He's brought me through</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>For if I'd never had a problem</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>I'd never know God could solve them</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>I'd never know what faith in His word could do</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>That's the reason I say that</i></div></i></span><p></p><p class="ydp9a21cb40MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0in;"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><i style="color: #202124; font-family: georgia;">Through it all</i></div><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #202124; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Oh, through it all</i></div><i><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Oh, I've learned to trust in Jesus</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>I've learned to trust in God</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Oh let me tell you</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Through it all</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Oh, through it all</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Oh, I've learned to depend upon His word</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Oh, let me tell you right now that</i></div></i></span><p></p><p class="ydp9a21cb40MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0in;"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><i style="color: #202124; font-family: georgia;">Through it all</i></div><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #202124; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Sometimes through the fire</i></div><i><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Through it all</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>My, my, my Lord</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Oh, I've learned to trust in Jesus (oh, I've learned)</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>I've learned to trust in God (and I can trust in God)</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>That through it all</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Let me tell you that</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Through it all</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Oh, Lord, Lord</i></div></i></span><p></p><p class="ydp9a21cb40MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0in;"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><i style="color: #202124; font-family: georgia;">I've learned to depend upon His word</i></div><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #202124; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Oh, through my sickness and pain</i></div><i><div style="text-align: center;"><i>I've learned to depend upon His word</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Oh, through sorrow and shame</i></div></i></span><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #202124; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><i>I've learned to depend upon His word</i></span></div><br /><p style="font-family: "times new roman", "new york", times, serif; font-size: 24px;"></p></div>Barry (Mr. K.)http://www.blogger.com/profile/02402052385815739979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3503066533875964241.post-11349040088532678412024-01-20T01:00:00.008-05:002024-01-20T01:00:00.238-05:00Teachers<div class="ydp5f0af49eyahoo-style-wrap"><div id="ydp5f0af49eyiv5832730466"><div class="ydp5f0af49eyiv5832730466yahoo-style-wrap"><p class="ydp5f0af49eyiv5832730466ydp9104e02fMsoNormal" style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: medium; margin: 0in;"><span face="sans-serif" style="font-size: 13pt;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", Times, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjW9gr67ILNALV9xUMTR3mf2ublIwu3w7UNQUWcRbS_ywKfKcH2sx0MOB0wkqfQWEkRPdasTE8skanZ1p0t4ChK4ogQs13yThFR1xFrxJ5rk5E-lg-Qxe5XWNi0lO7PVIHX6iYvpUIUCUe7anDHAVrC_wJdrYAwH6-389XHDS6asypi_mi0eH1k6Y9-ikw" style="clear: left; float: left; font-family: -webkit-standard; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><img alt="" border="0" height="125" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_7272468379868037602" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjW9gr67ILNALV9xUMTR3mf2ublIwu3w7UNQUWcRbS_ywKfKcH2sx0MOB0wkqfQWEkRPdasTE8skanZ1p0t4ChK4ogQs13yThFR1xFrxJ5rk5E-lg-Qxe5XWNi0lO7PVIHX6iYvpUIUCUe7anDHAVrC_wJdrYAwH6-389XHDS6asypi_mi0eH1k6Y9-ikw=w200-h125" width="200" /></a><span face="sans-serif" style="font-size: 13pt;"></span></div><span face="sans-serif" style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", Times, serif; font-size: 13pt;"><p class="ydp8a576631MsoNormal" style="font-family: -webkit-standard; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span face=""Trebuchet MS", sans-serif"><i>Over the years I have been writing life stories for my grandchildren. I have now completed almost 300 pages for them. Some of them have appeared in previous blogs and I have decided to share others as I am doing today.</i> </span></span></p><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span face=""Trebuchet MS", sans-serif"><br /></span></span></div> </span><p style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", Times, serif; font-size: 16px;"></p><p class="ydp5f0af49eyiv5832730466ydp9104e02fMsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span face="sans-serif" style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 13pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span face="sans-serif"> How much do you owe to your former teachers? That is an interesting question because teachers have the opportunity to impact your life for good or for bad. Today you hear so many folks talk about all the bad teachers and that bothers me because I really don't think there are really that many. But the bad get all the headlines. For over 30 years I was involved in hiring and evaluating math teachers and during the last 20 or so the folks we hired were very qualified and excellent teachers. In all of those years I only dealt with three who I thought were poor and we were able to remove them.</span><span></span></span></p><p class="ydp5f0af49eyiv5832730466ydp9104e02fMsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span face="sans-serif"> But having said that, as a student I only had a few teachers who were influential in my life. I did have some poor ones and many average ones. But in those days salaries were so poor and teaching conditions often so inadequate that good teachers had a difficult time staying in education. I felt led by the Lord to go into teaching and I managed on a starting salary of $3,500 a year by working many extra jobs. Others in my graduating class took jobs with much, much higher starting pay. I had four interviews resulting in four offers. When I was first involved in hiring I had to actually go out and recruit folks just to apply for our openings. Times were much different then.</span><span></span></span></p><p class="ydp5f0af49eyiv5832730466ydp9104e02fMsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span face="sans-serif"> Now, as a student, I did have a few good teachers. When we moved to Lititz my fifth grade teacher, I think her name was Charlotte Mathers, made me feel so much involved and appreciated. This was my fourth school in five years and I was an outsider, until she welcomed me. The one thing I really remember learning that year were the names and spellings of the capitals of all the states. But I know I must have learned much more than that. it was definitely my best year of any of my elementary years. She motivated me to do my best.</span><span></span></span></p><p class="ydp5f0af49eyiv5832730466ydp9104e02fMsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span face="sans-serif"> The best teacher I ever had K-12 was my seventh and eighth grade English teacher, Miss Marjorie Enck. She was tough but fair. We had to record her daily notes off the board and memorize them. She would call on you to recite and if you failed you would get one of her "pills" which meant your name went on the blackboard, for all classes to see, and you would need to come in after school for make-up work. I never received any of her pills. I was always prepared. And in those two years I learned all the grammar and writing skills I would ever learn from any teacher. And these skills have carried me through my entire life. I owe much to her. Incidentally, later she married and became Mrs. Kauffman, but no relation to me.</span><span></span></span></p><p class="ydp5f0af49eyiv5832730466ydp9104e02fMsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span face="sans-serif"> I never had an outstanding math or science teacher until I entered Susquehanna University. There I met Dr. Fred Grosse, a physics prof who came there the same year that I did. As a physics major I had him for every physics course I took. But what made him special was the interest he took in each of us individually, even going as far as inviting us to his home for dinner. Incidentally, after over 50 years there, he just retired a few years ago. In fact he showed up at our 50th Reunion last Fall and spent time with many of us. A few years ago we decided to visit SU to see the new science building. Dr. Grosse was there and he remembered me immediately. I found that amazing.</span><span></span></span></p><p class="ydp5f0af49eyiv5832730466ydp9104e02fMsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span face="sans-serif" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> Two college math profs had impacts on my life. At SU, as a math major, I had Dr. Robison for most of my math classes. He was very elderly and rumors were that he had worked with Einstein. One day I was assigned to teach a lesson on Kepler's Laws in his Vector Analysis class. After I was done he commended me and suggested that I should consider going into teaching. That was very influential in me changing my career focus and path.</span></p><p class="ydp5f0af49eyiv5832730466ydp9104e02fMsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span face="sans-serif"> Then, in my graduate work at Bucknell, I encountered Dr. Emil Polack. He was tough and made us stand and recite, usually in an 8 am class - sometimes even on Saturday mornings. We all dreaded that we would be called upon and we prepared. And if you couldn't answer correctly, he would take you back to some point in your math background and, through a series of questions, bring you back to a point where you could answer correctly. He had an incredible ability to do this and while you "sweated this out", you learned. He was also a stickler for precise definitions and every test began with "define". Now I could never put students on the spot like he did, but I learned so much about teaching techniques which I tried to put in place in my 39 years in the classroom.</span><span></span></span></p><p class="ydp5f0af49eyiv5832730466ydp9104e02fMsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span face="sans-serif"> Unfortunately, the teachers who stood out to me come down to these five. The rest were average and a few were poor (maybe I should blog about the poor ones). But I have a feeling that I may have learned much about what not to do from the dozens of others that I have had over the years. And, as a student, I certainly learned how to deal with a variety of personalities and styles and this has helped me adjust to a variety of bosses over the years. Sometimes these are the most valuable lessons that you can </span><span></span></span></p><div><span face="sans-serif" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> Now my one regret is that, with the exception of Dr. Grosse, I never took time to share my appreciation with them. I wish that I had. All except him are no longer alive. As a former teacher you'd love to know if you've had an impact on lives. Fortunately, I have kept numerous notes and letters that I have received and every once in awhile I hear, usually second or third hand, that somebody appreciated being in my math class. Now if you've had a teacher who influenced you in a positive way and he/she is still alive, take time to share that with them. Return the impact - old teachers will appreciate it.</span></div></div></div></div>Barry (Mr. K.)http://www.blogger.com/profile/02402052385815739979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3503066533875964241.post-37934085657024287032024-01-13T01:00:00.014-05:002024-01-13T01:00:00.136-05:00Praise You<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhniGz-ZtMmOi-39teiGhcnwfCQW_a1KHxHHExwioz7mAeOOXPMDjP57bwneYtQuQ0gwefakuBjpUn2kCsvaY711Ofzy2PebYctpBTWYVJYy1QOZEJYiu5SxlHxb-dEf0f6hRjjviTaBh0xlWFmbscJ_xJ6NI8VgSoAsX05BH8Vil6Ljb4DzGRas9KBrL0" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" border="0" height="113" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_7295865329370619682" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhniGz-ZtMmOi-39teiGhcnwfCQW_a1KHxHHExwioz7mAeOOXPMDjP57bwneYtQuQ0gwefakuBjpUn2kCsvaY711Ofzy2PebYctpBTWYVJYy1QOZEJYiu5SxlHxb-dEf0f6hRjjviTaBh0xlWFmbscJ_xJ6NI8VgSoAsX05BH8Vil6Ljb4DzGRas9KBrL0=w200-h113" width="200" /></a></p><div class="yahoo-style-wrap"><p class="ydp869cad4fMsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> Sometimes there is a chorus that just sticks in your mind and plays over and over and over again. Often it has a message that means so much to you, one that you wish to share with those that who you come into contact with.<br /> I have one like that which was written by Elizabeth Goodine and Carol Cymbala. It is a prayer that has been recorded by the Brooklyn Tabernacle Choir. I know nothing about the actual background of its writing, but it may have been based on the prayer of the psalmist found in Psalm 119:175, "Let me live that I may praise you, and may your laws sustain me." <br /> Or maybe it was based on Psalm 71, 5 - 8. "O Lord, you alone are my hope. I've trusted you, O LORD, from childhood. Yes, you have been with me from birth; from my mother's womb you have cared for me. No wonder I am always praising you! My life is an example to many, because you have been my strength and protection. That is why I can never stop praising you; I declare your glory all day long." <br /> The words of this chorus are simple but so powerful and meaningful. We come to the Lord with a simple prayer, "In everything I do, let my life, O Lord, praise you." And the chorus repeats our praise to the Lord, "Praise you, paise you, let my life, O lord, praise you." What a beautiful and simple prayer. <br /> Hopefully it is your prayer that your life might bring praise to the Lord. For that should be our only motivation for our lives. All other things should be secondary to that desire. <br /> May this simple melody and prayer guide all that you do during the coming days, for truly, He alone, who gave us our lives, is worthy to be praised. Praise you, praise you!</span></p><p align="center" class="ydp869cad4fMsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span><b><span face=""Trebuchet MS", sans-serif">(1) Lord, I come to you today,</span></b><span style="color: #00060d;"></span></span></p><p align="center" class="ydp869cad4fMsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><b><span face=""Trebuchet MS", sans-serif">With a simple prayer to pray.</span></b><span></span></span></p><p align="center" class="ydp869cad4fMsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><b><span face=""Trebuchet MS", sans-serif">In everything I do,</span></b><span></span></span></p><p align="center" class="ydp869cad4fMsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><b><span face=""Trebuchet MS", sans-serif">let my life O Lord praise you.</span></b><span></span></span></p><p align="center" class="ydp869cad4fMsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p align="center" class="ydp869cad4fMsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><b><span face=""Trebuchet MS", sans-serif">Praise you, praise you, praise you</span></b><span></span></span></p><p align="center" class="ydp869cad4fMsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><b><span face=""Trebuchet MS", sans-serif">let my life, praise you</span></b><span></span></span></p><p align="center" class="ydp869cad4fMsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><b><span face=""Trebuchet MS", sans-serif">praise you, praise you, praise you</span></b><span></span></span></p><p align="center" class="ydp869cad4fMsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><b><span face=""Trebuchet MS", sans-serif">let my life, O lord praise you</span></b><span></span></span></p><p align="center" class="ydp869cad4fMsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p align="center" class="ydp869cad4fMsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><b><span face=""Trebuchet MS", sans-serif">(2) Lord, you formed me out of clay,</span></b><span></span></span></p><p align="center" class="ydp869cad4fMsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><b><span face=""Trebuchet MS", sans-serif">and for your glory I was made.</span></b><span></span></span></p><p align="center" class="ydp869cad4fMsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><b><span face=""Trebuchet MS", sans-serif">Use this vessel as you choose.</span></b><span></span></span></p><p align="center" class="ydp869cad4fMsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><b><span face=""Trebuchet MS", sans-serif">Let my life O Lord praise you</span></b></span></p><p align="center" class="ydp869cad4fMsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><b><span face=""Trebuchet MS", sans-serif">Praise you, praise you, praise you</span></b><span></span></span></p><p align="center" class="ydp869cad4fMsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><b><span face=""Trebuchet MS", sans-serif">let my life, praise you</span></b><span></span></span></p><p align="center" class="ydp869cad4fMsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><b><span face=""Trebuchet MS", sans-serif">praise you, praise you, praise you</span></b><span></span></span></p><p align="center" class="ydp869cad4fMsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><b><span face=""Trebuchet MS", sans-serif">let my life, O lord praise you</span></b><span></span></span></p><p align="center" class="ydp869cad4fMsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="ydp869cad4fMsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Listen to it being sung by the Brooklyn Tabernacle Choir. <a href="https://youtu.be/oMVpjxo-Z2g?si=LD1klz-ePOSjcNDh">LISTEN</a></span></p><div style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", Times, serif; font-size: 16px;"> </div><div style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", Times, serif; font-size: 16px;"><br /></div><br /></div>Barry (Mr. K.)http://www.blogger.com/profile/02402052385815739979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3503066533875964241.post-78290452736570320492024-01-06T01:00:00.000-05:002024-01-06T01:00:00.144-05:00Fantasy Technology<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgj292MkqiwbJnnTzOzEQMb3Ul-pHS3reg3Pat1IDPl5Xi3eK9cFFm3Tby4yO_uEitD0bKsDoVmldpAKOHxR5WwL9HLOxp2PQNseLRd2P8Eej_t4egfqrbvOGCCIVO_cw3YGOPJOkW9xEZD4X9HLCTdz6vVZHZRjVidlNfzz48bCxWZMiIMdC3YtPZc" style="clear: right; 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font-size: 10pt;"><br /></div> <div style="font-family: helvetica, arial; font-size: 10pt;"></div> <div style="color: black; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; font-weight: normal; font: 14pt Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, Serif; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span face="Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif">If you think technology has changed the work world, just take a look at what's happening in never-never land. A recent update reports that today:</span><br /><br /><span face="Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif">Little Bo Peep never loses sheep because of their embedded silicon identity chips.</span><br /><br /><span face="Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif">Cinderella searches for her prince on </span><a href="http://match.com" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" style="color: blue; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank">Match.com</a><span face="Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif"> and leases her pumpkin-colored SUV at </span><a href="http://avis.com" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" style="color: blue; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank">Avis.com</a><span face="Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif">.</span><br /><br /><span face="Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif">Hansel and Gretel use the GPS rather than breadcrumbs but have reported problems stuffing the wicked witch into her microwave oven.</span><br /><br /><span face="Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif">To avoid travel stress, Alice now plans her Wonderland vacation with </span><a href="http://travelocity.com" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" style="color: blue; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank">travelocity.com</a><span face="Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif">.</span><br /><br /><span face="Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif">A reformed Ebenezer Scrooge sends Bob Cratchett to update his certification for Excel and Quiken.</span><br /><br /><span face="Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif">Jack's making a fortune on his beanstalk bioengineering breakthrough.</span><br /><br /><span face="Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif">Old McDonald uses voice recognition to make ordering easy at his agricultural auction site </span><a href="http://eieio.com" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" style="color: blue; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank">eieio.com</a><span face="Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif">.</span><br /><br /><span face="Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif">Romeo and Juliet avoid tragic problems by keeping in touch through their cell phones.</span><br /><br /><span face="Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif">With her early Web capabilities, Charlotte is now a motivational speaker at tech conferences around the world.</span><br /><br /><span face="Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif">The Pied Piper switched career fields after his tunes were bootlegged online.</span><br /><br /><span face="Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif">King Arthur has replaced that expensive round table with satellite videoconferencing.</span><br /><br /><span face="Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif">Gulliver is on sabbatical using up all his frequent flyer miles.</span><br /><br /><span face="Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif">Jack and Jill order their Evian on </span><a href="http://peapod.com" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" style="color: blue; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank">peapod.com</a><span face="Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif">.</span></span><br style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; font-size: medium;"></span></div> </div> </div> </div> Barry (Mr. K.)http://www.blogger.com/profile/02402052385815739979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3503066533875964241.post-81836033786861775872023-12-30T01:00:00.008-05:002023-12-30T01:00:00.173-05:00Peace<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjgasXRGLZWP5tLHtIOogQOW2kGcdPneqxO0htcTxdVNrq0a-BeYxxELxcGClfWyzaH-cDImBD2vC735g9GySWlxVkmKGtcUIn6G0QTKUgnFsA_RzlUQBzyxBBvZX6iDgU2BbyEuak4JoqbKUjhrnv1gi5q-foyfEkOFABdF5LHWVySANs1eK-V5Z9dX_k" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" border="0" height="154" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_7289468241430827106" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjgasXRGLZWP5tLHtIOogQOW2kGcdPneqxO0htcTxdVNrq0a-BeYxxELxcGClfWyzaH-cDImBD2vC735g9GySWlxVkmKGtcUIn6G0QTKUgnFsA_RzlUQBzyxBBvZX6iDgU2BbyEuak4JoqbKUjhrnv1gi5q-foyfEkOFABdF5LHWVySANs1eK-V5Z9dX_k=w200-h154" width="200" /></a></p><div class="yahoo-style-wrap"><p class="ydp4796e62fMsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"> </span><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> I find it interesting to learn the backgrounds of various hymns. This interest is one of the things that has kept me writing my hymn blog for many years.<br /> In 1874, Horatio Palmer asked Mary Ann Baker to compose songs to accompany his Sunday School lessons. One dealt with the story of Jesus sleeping in the storm in the boat on Galilee.</span></p><p class="ydp4796e62fMsoNormal" data-setdir="false" dir="ltr" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> Mary had recently gone through her own storms. Her only brother had died a thousand miles from home while seeking a warmer climate for his tuberculosis. For two weeks the telegraph wires carried messages back and forth between the dying brother and his loving sister. Then came the news of his death.<br /> With this grief, Mary Ann studied Mark 4 and wrote, "Master, the tempest is raging! The billows are tossing high! The sky is o'ershadowed with blackness, no shelter or help is nigh, carest Thou not that we perish? How canst Thou lie asleep, when each moment so madly is threat'ning a grave in the angry deep."<br /> The chorus answers, "The winds and the waves shall obey Thy will, Peace be still, Peace be still!" And they did, and they still will!<br /></span></p><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> As we enter a new year we too will encounter new storms in our lives. But Jesus isn't unaware or unconcerned. He whispers to us, "Peace be still." We can trust Him!</span></div><br /><p style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", Times, serif; font-size: 16px;"></p></div>Barry (Mr. K.)http://www.blogger.com/profile/02402052385815739979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3503066533875964241.post-88874370194965965912023-12-23T01:00:00.049-05:002023-12-23T01:00:00.248-05:00CHRISTMAS WITHIN YOUR HEART<p class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhNDIpaFH6kazTwmDjjGElXaE0EBkvRWjjRp5kjsTWhmCEP09Y0BQgYyQeAerhKOdTbBfzARzdwGAyNzdHLx4D_LGhn48vpz2IbuGYceytvI1mnEzWVVG_jxsa2YP32dUXrYcjbPrnVQvqZq2ABjCxbCa1SPCcSI95TswkrQCu3k2sOFYwxXxGG8BHYNs4"><img alt="" border="0" height="116" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_7307385186772005698" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhNDIpaFH6kazTwmDjjGElXaE0EBkvRWjjRp5kjsTWhmCEP09Y0BQgYyQeAerhKOdTbBfzARzdwGAyNzdHLx4D_LGhn48vpz2IbuGYceytvI1mnEzWVVG_jxsa2YP32dUXrYcjbPrnVQvqZq2ABjCxbCa1SPCcSI95TswkrQCu3k2sOFYwxXxGG8BHYNs4=w520-h116" width="520" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">CHRISTMAS WITHIN YOUR HEART</span></b></p><div class="yahoo-style-wrap"><p class="ydp2355ffe7MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: medium; margin: 0in;"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">1 God gave joy at Bethlehem</span></div><span style="font-size: 16pt;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Of joy the angels sang.</span></div></span><p></p><p class="ydp2355ffe7MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: medium; margin: 0in;"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">But greater far God's gift of joy, </span></div><span style="font-size: 16pt;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">That you can know, When in your heart,</span></div></span><p></p><p class="ydp2355ffe7MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: medium; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">God's perfect gift you receive</span></p><p class="ydp2355ffe7MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: medium; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;"> </span></p><p class="ydp2355ffe7MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"></p><div style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: medium; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">CHORUS</span></div><span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 21.333334px;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Christmas within your heart, Christ reigning within</span></div></span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">God's perfect gift was His only Son,</span></div></span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Your salvation to win.</span></div></span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Christmas within your heart</span></div></span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Christ reigning within</span></div></span></span><p></p><p class="ydp2355ffe7MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: medium; margin: 0in;"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Won't you this moment His gift receive</span></div><span style="font-size: 16pt;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Then you too will know of the joy He brings,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">When the Lord reigns supreme in your heart.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Chorus</span></div></span><p></p><p class="ydp2355ffe7MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: medium; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;"> </span></p><p class="ydp2355ffe7MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: medium; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">2. God gave peace at Bethlehem when the Savior came,</span></p><p class="ydp2355ffe7MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: medium; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">But greater far God's gift of peace,</span></p><p class="ydp2355ffe7MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: medium; margin: 0in;"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">That floods your soul,</span></div><span style="font-size: 16pt;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">When in your heart</span></div></span><p></p><p class="ydp2355ffe7MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: medium; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">God's perfect gift you receive.</span></p><p class="ydp2355ffe7MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: medium; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Chorus</span></p><p class="ydp2355ffe7MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: medium; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;"> </span></p><p class="ydp2355ffe7MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: medium; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">3. God gave life at Bethlehem,</span></p><p class="ydp2355ffe7MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: medium; margin: 0in;"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Life abundant and free. Do not reject this precious gift,</span></div><span style="font-size: 16pt;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">New life He gives</span></div></span><p></p><p class="ydp2355ffe7MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: medium; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">When in your heart</span></p><p class="ydp2355ffe7MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: medium; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">God's perfect gift you receive.</span></p><p class="ydp2355ffe7MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: medium; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Chorus</span></p><p class="ydp2355ffe7MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: medium; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;"> </span></p><p class="ydp2355ffe7MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><b>By Barry L. Kauffman</b></span></p><p class="ydp2355ffe7MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: medium; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;"> </span></p><div style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", Times, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-size: 16pt;"><b>MERRY CHRISTMAS</b></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", Times, serif; font-size: 16px;"><br /></div><br /></div>Barry (Mr. K.)http://www.blogger.com/profile/02402052385815739979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3503066533875964241.post-75671705394480001432023-12-16T01:00:00.000-05:002023-12-16T01:00:00.250-05:00No More Night<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgE4lAhbW6K1_tLbnDMFsq4-raAj3R8xAYjKXIyTHWE1jCq7naKB8phqkZ8E6NvVfz9xUwMpNMtp-FluJ0lTNUmVMm-giB3F3N9DmtuOx1BocJhQQUzvUcnJybWjFwFhTXO9kt9b9idO6rmkWLXAbQfqCZRYbKQMekuy_wQhcULp0IVUZ-A8w51qHPvlMw" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" border="0" height="112" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_7282091558388362130" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgE4lAhbW6K1_tLbnDMFsq4-raAj3R8xAYjKXIyTHWE1jCq7naKB8phqkZ8E6NvVfz9xUwMpNMtp-FluJ0lTNUmVMm-giB3F3N9DmtuOx1BocJhQQUzvUcnJybWjFwFhTXO9kt9b9idO6rmkWLXAbQfqCZRYbKQMekuy_wQhcULp0IVUZ-A8w51qHPvlMw=w200-h112" width="200" /></a></p><div class="yahoo-style-wrap"><p class="ydp17ae5294MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span face="Verdana, sans-serif"> A few years ago when we were experiencing deaths of numerous relatives and friends, we were introduced to the song "No More Night". The words had a real impact upon us. We learned the song and sang it many times as a duet in our ministry.<br /> Recently I was watching a video featuring David Phelps. With his amazing tenor voice he sang this song in a stirring presentation. What a fitting conclusion this would be for a memorial service.<br /> Have you ever experienced the long night hours of pain or sickness? Or even worse, have you ever sat with an ill child or a spouse wondering if daylight would ever come? Those hours seem to pass so slowly and you can feel so alone and helpless and at times even scared. If you haven't ever had this experience, you are very fortunate. I've been there many times.</span><span face=""Trebuchet MS", sans-serif"></span></span></p><p class="ydp17ae5294MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span face="Verdana, sans-serif"> But night doesn't have to just be a period without light. Financial problems, marital problems, family problems, employment problems, physical problems, Pandemic problems all can send us through times that seem dark as night with no help in sight. And these times can also be very painful. All believers go through these painful periods of "night" during our lifetime, especially as we grow older.</span><span face=""Trebuchet MS", sans-serif"></span></span></p><p class="ydp17ae5294MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span face="Verdana, sans-serif"> But rejoice, the end of night, pain and tears is near. A new morning is on the way!</span><span face=""Trebuchet MS", sans-serif"></span></span></p><p class="ydp17ae5294MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span face="Verdana, sans-serif"> In Revelation 21: 3-5 we read, "And I heard a loud voice from the throne saying, "Behold, the dwelling place of God is with man. He will dwell with them, and they will be his people, and God himself will be with them as their God. He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away." And he who was seated on the throne said, Behold, I am making all things new," Also he said, "Write this down, for these words are trustworthy and true." </span><span face=""Trebuchet MS", sans-serif"></span></span></p><p class="ydp17ae5294MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span face="Verdana, sans-serif"> Inspired by this text, Walt Harrah wrote the music and lyrics to this week's song in 1983. A well-known Christian composer and singer, Harrah originally was planning to become a pastor, earning a Master of Divinity degree from Fuller Seminary. However, as he explains, "God threw me one of those surprises, 'No Walt you're not going to be a Pastor, I want you to sing for a while.' And sure enough, a singing career opened for me." And in this hymn he expressed the hope that all believers have - no more night, no more pain, no more tears, never crying again!</span><span face=""Trebuchet MS", sans-serif"></span></span></p><p class="ydp17ae5294MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span face="Verdana, sans-serif"> All of us have experienced the death of loved ones and close friends who were believers. About the time that I first heard this song three of my best friends, as well as my brother, and my father-in-law and my dad were taken home to glory. So, this song was an encouragement to me at that time. I especially appreciate the words, "See over there, there's a mansion that's prepared just for me where I will live with my Savior eternally." What a thrill to have this assurance and hope.</span><span face=""Trebuchet MS", sans-serif"></span></span></p><p class="ydp17ae5294MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span face="Verdana, sans-serif"> Do you have this assurance? Is your name written in the Book of Life? If it is, you have nothing to dread. If it isn't, please accept the Lord as your Savior today</span><span face=""Trebuchet MS", sans-serif"></span></span></p><p class="ydp17ae5294MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span face=""Trebuchet MS", sans-serif" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p align="center" class="ydp17ae5294MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><b><span face="Verdana, sans-serif">The timeless theme, <br />earth and heaven will pass away </span></b><span face=""Trebuchet MS", sans-serif"></span></span></p><p align="center" class="ydp17ae5294MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><b><span face="Verdana, sans-serif">It's not a dream, <br />God will make all things new that day </span></b><span face=""Trebuchet MS", sans-serif"></span></span></p><p align="center" class="ydp17ae5294MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><b><span face="Verdana, sans-serif">Gone is the curse from which<br /> I stumbled and fell </span></b><span face=""Trebuchet MS", sans-serif"></span></span></p><p align="center" class="ydp17ae5294MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><b><span face="Verdana, sans-serif">Evil is banished to eternal hell </span></b><span face=""Trebuchet MS", sans-serif"></span></span></p><p align="center" class="ydp17ae5294MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span face=""Trebuchet MS", sans-serif" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p align="center" class="ydp17ae5294MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><b><span face="Verdana, sans-serif">No more night </span></b><span face=""Trebuchet MS", sans-serif"></span></span></p><p align="center" class="ydp17ae5294MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><b><span face="Verdana, sans-serif">No more pain </span></b><span face=""Trebuchet MS", sans-serif"></span></span></p><p align="center" class="ydp17ae5294MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><b><span face="Verdana, sans-serif">No more tears </span></b><span face=""Trebuchet MS", sans-serif"></span></span></p><p align="center" class="ydp17ae5294MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><b><span face="Verdana, sans-serif">Never crying again </span></b><span face=""Trebuchet MS", sans-serif"></span></span></p><p align="center" class="ydp17ae5294MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><b><span face="Verdana, sans-serif">And praises to the great I Am </span></b><span face=""Trebuchet MS", sans-serif"></span></span></p><p align="center" class="ydp17ae5294MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><b><span face="Verdana, sans-serif">We will live in the<br /> light of the risen Lamb </span></b><span face=""Trebuchet MS", sans-serif"></span></span></p><p align="center" class="ydp17ae5294MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span face=""Trebuchet MS", sans-serif" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p align="center" class="ydp17ae5294MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><b><span face="Verdana, sans-serif">See all around all the nations <br />bow down to see </span></b><span face=""Trebuchet MS", sans-serif"></span></span></p><p align="center" class="ydp17ae5294MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><b><span face="Verdana, sans-serif">The only sound is the praises <br />to Christ the King </span></b><span face=""Trebuchet MS", sans-serif"></span></span></p><p align="center" class="ydp17ae5294MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><b><span face="Verdana, sans-serif">Slowly the names from <br />the book are read </span></b><span face=""Trebuchet MS", sans-serif"></span></span></p><p align="center" class="ydp17ae5294MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><b><span face="Verdana, sans-serif">I know the King, <br />so there's no need to dread </span></b><span face=""Trebuchet MS", sans-serif"></span></span></p><p align="center" class="ydp17ae5294MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span face=""Trebuchet MS", sans-serif" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p align="center" class="ydp17ae5294MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><b><span face="Verdana, sans-serif">No more night </span></b><span face=""Trebuchet MS", sans-serif"></span></span></p><p align="center" class="ydp17ae5294MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><b><span face="Verdana, sans-serif">No more pain </span></b><span face=""Trebuchet MS", sans-serif"></span></span></p><p align="center" class="ydp17ae5294MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><b><span face="Verdana, sans-serif">No more tears </span></b><span face=""Trebuchet MS", sans-serif"></span></span></p><p align="center" class="ydp17ae5294MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><b><span face="Verdana, sans-serif">Never crying again </span></b><span face=""Trebuchet MS", sans-serif"></span></span></p><p align="center" class="ydp17ae5294MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><b><span face="Verdana, sans-serif">And praises to the great I Am </span></b><span face=""Trebuchet MS", sans-serif"></span></span></p><p align="center" class="ydp17ae5294MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><b><span face="Verdana, sans-serif">We will live in the light <br />of the risen Lamb </span></b><span face=""Trebuchet MS", sans-serif"></span></span></p><p align="center" class="ydp17ae5294MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span face=""Trebuchet MS", sans-serif" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p align="center" class="ydp17ae5294MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><b><span face="Verdana, sans-serif">See over there, there's a mansion <br />that's prepared just for me </span></b><span face=""Trebuchet MS", sans-serif"></span></span></p><p align="center" class="ydp17ae5294MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><b><span face="Verdana, sans-serif">Where I will live <br />with my Savior eternally </span></b><span face=""Trebuchet MS", sans-serif"></span></span></p><p align="center" class="ydp17ae5294MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span face=""Trebuchet MS", sans-serif" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p align="center" class="ydp17ae5294MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><b><span face="Verdana, sans-serif">And there will be no more night </span></b><span face=""Trebuchet MS", sans-serif"></span></span></p><p align="center" class="ydp17ae5294MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><b><span face="Verdana, sans-serif">No more pain </span></b><span face=""Trebuchet MS", sans-serif"></span></span></p><p align="center" class="ydp17ae5294MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><b><span face="Verdana, sans-serif">No more tears </span></b><span face=""Trebuchet MS", sans-serif"></span></span></p><p align="center" class="ydp17ae5294MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><b><span face="Verdana, sans-serif">Never crying again </span></b><span face=""Trebuchet MS", sans-serif"></span></span></p><p align="center" class="ydp17ae5294MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><b><span face="Verdana, sans-serif">And praises to the great I Am </span></b><span face=""Trebuchet MS", sans-serif"></span></span></p><p align="center" class="ydp17ae5294MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><b><span face="Verdana, sans-serif">We will live in <br />the light of the risen Lamb </span></b><span face=""Trebuchet MS", sans-serif"></span></span></p><p align="center" class="ydp17ae5294MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span face=""Trebuchet MS", sans-serif" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p align="center" class="ydp17ae5294MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><b><span face="Verdana, sans-serif">© Word Music 1983</span></b><span face=""Trebuchet MS", sans-serif"></span></span></p><p class="ydp17ae5294MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span face=""Trebuchet MS", sans-serif" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="ydp17ae5294MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span face="Verdana, sans-serif" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">You can listen to David Phelps sing it here. <b> <span style="color: #0066cc;"><span style="caret-color: rgb(0, 102, 204);"><a href="https://youtu.be/4iPIi7sunEU?si=ljQHSfJHmwDAnDx8">NIGHT</a></span></span></b></span></p><p class="ydp17ae5294MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><b><span face="Verdana, sans-serif" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> </span></b></p><div style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", Times, serif; font-size: 16px;"><br /></div><br /></div>Barry (Mr. K.)http://www.blogger.com/profile/02402052385815739979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3503066533875964241.post-33371324757963880072023-12-09T01:00:00.000-05:002023-12-09T01:00:00.434-05:00Just A Few More<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi5u20P28pxnwoxujSduMfFS5Ew_RC6-ddP5jmlV3iEWyaLPinyooQJWMQiCjn734kwH5asP6OkNOLtt7wkglNL32R6VM6_pi2yKwH747X2ogQaIvBw_ETEyTgn2RXovbWGFoCK1V9tnwBhtNMO_CT9XnpUFPdp1qzKbAwo7gt7m_h_5-yojlXKV4uA" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" border="0" height="200" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_7218576936352760066" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi5u20P28pxnwoxujSduMfFS5Ew_RC6-ddP5jmlV3iEWyaLPinyooQJWMQiCjn734kwH5asP6OkNOLtt7wkglNL32R6VM6_pi2yKwH747X2ogQaIvBw_ETEyTgn2RXovbWGFoCK1V9tnwBhtNMO_CT9XnpUFPdp1qzKbAwo7gt7m_h_5-yojlXKV4uA=w143-h200" width="143" /></a></p><div style="color: black; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-weight: normal; font: 14pt Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, Serif; line-height: normal;"> <div style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", Times, serif; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal;"></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><i>Here we go once again. You must enjoy church bloopers. Thanks for sharing them with me.</i><o:p></o:p></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><o:p> </o:p></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">~ This one I said myself during the congregational prayer when leading prayer for our unsaved loved ones: Father, we just want to pray for our unloved saved ones. <o:p></o:p></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><o:p> </o:p></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">~ Please welcome Pastor Don, a caring individual who loves hurting people. <o:p></o:p></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><o:p> </o:p></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">~ Come out this evening for a time of prayer and sinning. <o:p></o:p></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><o:p> </o:p></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">~ A woman's blouse was found at a table in the middle of the servant appreciation dinner. If you lost your blouse, please come to the church office. <o:p></o:p></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><o:p> </o:p></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">~ Overeaters Anonymous meeting will be held at 8 pm in the large room. <o:p></o:p></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><o:p> </o:p></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">~ The ladies in the style show will meet with their dresses down in front after morning worship. <o:p></o:p></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><o:p> </o:p></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">~ A worm welcome to all who have come today. <o:p></o:p></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><o:p> </o:p></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">~ Sermon Outline:<o:p></o:p></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">I. Delineate your fear<o:p></o:p></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">II. Disown your fear<o:p></o:p></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">III. Displace your rear <o:p></o:p></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><o:p> </o:p></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">~ Next Friday we will be serving hot gods for lunch. <o:p></o:p></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><o:p> </o:p></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">~ If you would like to make a donation, fill out a form, enclose a check and drip in the collection basket. <o:p></o:p></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><o:p> </o:p></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">~ Nov. 11: An evening of boweling at Lincoln Country Club. <o:p></o:p></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><o:p> </o:p></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">~ Women's Luncheon: Each member bring a sandwich. Polly Phillips will give the medication. <o:p></o:p></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><o:p> </o:p></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">~ Karen's beautiful solo: "It is Well with my Solo" <o:p></o:p></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><o:p> </o:p></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">~ Congratulations to Tim and Rhonda on the birth of their daughter October 12 thru 17. <o:p></o:p></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><o:p> </o:p></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">~ If you choose to heave during the Postlude, please do so quietly. <o:p></o:p></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><o:p> </o:p></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">~ We are grateful for the help of those who cleaned up the grounds around the church building and the rector. <o:p></o:p></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><o:p> </o:p></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">~ Hymn: "I Love Thee My Ford" <o:p></o:p></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><o:p> </o:p></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">~ Sign-up sheet for anyone wishing to be water baptized on the table in the foyer. <o:p></o:p></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><o:p> </o:p></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">~ Newsletters are not being sent to absentees because of their weight. <o:p></o:p></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><o:p> </o:p></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">~ Helpers are needed! Please sign up on the information sheep. <o:p></o:p></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><o:p> </o:p></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">~ The Advent Retreat will be held in the lover level of St. Mary's Cathedral. <o:p></o:p></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><o:p> </o:p></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">~ The District Duperintendent will be meeting with the church board. <o:p></o:p></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: normal; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><o:p> </o:p></span></div> <div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: normal; margin: 0in;"><o:p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></div> <span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; font-size: medium;"></span></div> Barry (Mr. K.)http://www.blogger.com/profile/02402052385815739979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3503066533875964241.post-54640253595871497052023-12-02T01:00:00.010-05:002023-12-02T01:00:00.146-05:00God's Timing<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhEuKoCrslNwi2HRQYccdkdYKGreZpLG_wDGe2BQ1bW5spaIBiounQBwJItqeTkUw5wNKH_U5UObxi-QLOPHzOADr6Y7ppcUsjA2zh-OUNPr2mYS4ekLqNCv1k8W14x1lflUgwLoRn0UaYjaCs2Tmn_ukxiqswJI0jAH9j5gwRZpBF3ODJeaCQibtljS7k" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" border="0" height="126" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_7272466845154761570" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhEuKoCrslNwi2HRQYccdkdYKGreZpLG_wDGe2BQ1bW5spaIBiounQBwJItqeTkUw5wNKH_U5UObxi-QLOPHzOADr6Y7ppcUsjA2zh-OUNPr2mYS4ekLqNCv1k8W14x1lflUgwLoRn0UaYjaCs2Tmn_ukxiqswJI0jAH9j5gwRZpBF3ODJeaCQibtljS7k=w200-h126" width="200" /></a></p><div class="yahoo-style-wrap"><div data-setdir="false" dir="ltr"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><i>Over the years I have been writing life stories for my grandchildren. I have now completed almost 300 pages for them. Some of them have appeared in previous blogs and I have decided to share others as I am doing today.</i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> One of the lessons that I've learned throughout my life is that the Lord's timing is always right. And while I admit that I sometimes forget it, our lives and schedules are under His control and He knows our present as well as our future. I could give many examples of times in my life where this was so obvious.</span></div><p class="ydp19c9dcb8MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"></span></p><p class="ydp19c9dcb8MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span face=""Trebuchet MS", sans-serif"> For example, for over 25 years we were involved in a family ministry where we had a very full schedule of over 100 programs each year. And we never had to cancel a program because unplanned events developed. They always seemed to happen when we had openings in our schedule. There were two times that we were sick and probably should have canceled. But we didn't. Even family emergencies and funerals came when our ministry schedule was open. We never could have planned for that, but God was in control.</span><span></span></span></p><p class="ydp19c9dcb8MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span face=""Trebuchet MS", sans-serif"> Last year we decided to give up our jobs as Judge of Elections and Majority Inspector in our local voting precinct. The May 20 primary will be the first that we haven't had to prepare for and conduct in almost 12 years. These elections always involved many days and hours of work for me. And we would have been very busy next week with those responsibilities if we hadn't "retired".</span><span></span></span></p><p class="ydp19c9dcb8MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span face=""Trebuchet MS", sans-serif"> This past winter we were surprised to learn that we weren't needed to lead Pinebrook hymn sings in April, May and June of this year. For the last 12 years we have led many of the sings during those months. I admit that when learning this my feelings fluctuated from disappointment to relief. And it did unexpectedly open our schedule during these months.</span><span></span></span></p><p class="ydp19c9dcb8MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span face=""Trebuchet MS", sans-serif"> I also have the early stages of prostate cancer and need an annual biopsy. I was scheduled to have my third biopsy towards the end of May. But at my three-month checkup the specialist said that this year we could postpone it for another three months. That also opened our schedule for this time of the year. And once again I began to sense that God had some special plans for us during these months.</span><span></span></span></p><p class="ydp19c9dcb8MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span face=""Trebuchet MS", sans-serif"> Then, about a month ago, I went to the emergency room thinking that I might be having a heart attack. They decided to admit me to the hospital and began to do a series of tests. About midnight they ruled out heart and sent me for mri's of my brain and spine. These were done about 2:30 in the morning. Then, on Saturday morning, they informed me that I had cervical spine problems that probably were causing my symptoms and maybe also the headaches that I have endured for about 12 years. They recommended that I contact a neurosurgeon as soon as possible.</span><span></span></span></p><p class="ydp19c9dcb8MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span face=""Trebuchet MS", sans-serif"> I knew that the surgeon that I wanted because he is highly recommended usually was booked for two to three months in advance. Expecting this to be the case, on Monday I called his office. The nurse immediately viewed my mri on the computer and said that I should be seen as soon as possible. About a week later I saw the surgeon and he set up more tests, including a myelogram and more cat scans. It did take almost two weeks to get these done, but as soon as he read the test reports they quickly set up another appointment. When we met he showed me how serious and risky my neck problems really were and we immediately set up a date for surgery. This all happened so very quickly ... and my schedule was open.</span><span></span></span></p><p class="ydp19c9dcb8MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span face=""Trebuchet MS", sans-serif"> Now I had often said that I would never have neck or back surgery, especially the type where they go through the front of your neck. I guess I've now learned never to say never. So on May 19, at 7:45 am, I will have cervical spine surgery that may take four to five hours. I just pray that he can safely solve the possible complications that he said he will face dealing with my problems. I will probably be hospitalized about three days and then very limited for quite some time. For example, I will not be allowed to drive nor lift for four to six weeks, and I will probably need a neck brace. What an inconvenience that will be.</span><span></span></span></p><p class="ydp19c9dcb8MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span face=""Trebuchet MS", sans-serif"> But the amazing thing is that once again our schedule is "open" during these times - no election, no hymn sings, no biopsy, and Awana is over for the season. And God also performed a miracle in allowing me to go to the emergency ward where the problem was finally found and then by allowing me to be taken care of by an outstanding surgeon, without months of waiting. God's timing is always perfect. And it is with the knowledge that he knows and controls our paths, that I can move ahead with the surgery knowing He is in control and the results are in His hands.</span><span></span></span></p><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> <span style="color: #333333;">"In His time, in His time, He makes all things beautiful in His time. Lord, please show me everyday as you're teaching me your way, and I'll do just what you say, in your time."</span></span></div></div>Barry (Mr. K.)http://www.blogger.com/profile/02402052385815739979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3503066533875964241.post-75273689223849490582023-11-25T01:00:00.012-05:002023-11-25T11:54:42.972-05:00We thank Thee, Lord<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj8E8NBCamTJ_lsmtyzt4Gbt2_gCPWFYs2SeFE1wwU7AB1uftKQPCPSmCfJagtaxN2ywU1pK9J7Xt4diokgwzZmpQhN_DVyp7TvVnpp-ZZRFMf1kSRAow32VaU5lh7O8RoyUdkPEr0-fVqKtC8ZqkJKIviW-lS6x8RBQac1NdizJ-72fuRJ7Cru2wNSlL8" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" border="0" height="158" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_7305081330093655714" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj8E8NBCamTJ_lsmtyzt4Gbt2_gCPWFYs2SeFE1wwU7AB1uftKQPCPSmCfJagtaxN2ywU1pK9J7Xt4diokgwzZmpQhN_DVyp7TvVnpp-ZZRFMf1kSRAow32VaU5lh7O8RoyUdkPEr0-fVqKtC8ZqkJKIviW-lS6x8RBQac1NdizJ-72fuRJ7Cru2wNSlL8=w200-h158" width="200" /></a></p><div class="yahoo-style-wrap"><p class="ydp73985851MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> After several years of disruptions to our family gatherings caused by covid and other illness, we finally were able to gather on Thursday to celebrate Thanksgiving. Sixteen of our eighteen family members were there. My middle son and his wife were absent because he just had hip replacement surgery on Monday and wasn't allowed to travel.</span></p><p class="ydp73985851MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> We had a great time of sharing what is happening now and remembering times from the past. God has been so good to us as a family and we have so much to thank Him for.</span></p><p class="ydp73985851MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> We also welcomed our first greatgrandchild, thirteen month-old Malachi. Since he lives near Boston it was a special opportunity to get to know him. Lord willing we will be together once again on Christmas Eve, another family tradition.</span></p><p class="ydp73985851MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> The day had many special times, but one really touched my heart. It has been a family tradition for many generations to sing our prayer before we eat. The harmony was special but this time the words and the tradition meant more to me than ever.</span></p><p class="ydp73985851MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> As we sang, I realized how unique this opportunity really was. I was touched by the knowledge of how true the words were to all of us in attendance. And I realized that this might never happen again here on this earth. I thought of particular relatives with whom I had sung this in previous years. Precious memories! I hope for the Lord's soon return.</span></p><p class="ydp73985851MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> Here are the words and message of this traditional meal time prayer:</span></p><p class="ydp73985851MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="ydp73985851MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><b>We thank thee Lord for this our food,</b></span></p><p class="ydp73985851MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><b>God is love, God is love.</b></span></p><p class="ydp73985851MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size: medium;">But most of all for Jesus's blood,</span></b></div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b>God is love, God is love.</b></div></span><p></p><p class="ydp73985851MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size: medium;">These mercies bless and grant that we</span></b></div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b>may live and feast and reign with thee,</b></div><b><div style="text-align: center;"><b>may live and feast and reign with thee,</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>God is love, God is love.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Amen!</b></div></b></span><p></p><p class="ydp73985851MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">I hope that you had a meaningful Thanksgiving and may the truth of this chorus be real in your life.</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", Times, serif; font-size: 16px;"><br /></div><br /></div>Barry (Mr. K.)http://www.blogger.com/profile/02402052385815739979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3503066533875964241.post-92225614427774676552023-11-18T01:00:00.003-05:002023-11-18T01:00:00.150-05:00Leaves, leaves, leaves<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjFVe_StvpXh8HksmC7w335syE11Qdlt6iOfiL6njkDduSt5Nz3gYhDrCvnz3IGbUvl3ZmeQraWboaTNNGI92E1IzXWsNEpC8FZmkFXf42ibH8AZJ-eqs2GJyPjYN1O-sp7j2NNo46Kb_TMgPKmejc8sIkjio2w_3gsnJ3qdjxZaFXnT676IOe8e-dwFdQ" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" border="0" height="162" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_7302481356311447090" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjFVe_StvpXh8HksmC7w335syE11Qdlt6iOfiL6njkDduSt5Nz3gYhDrCvnz3IGbUvl3ZmeQraWboaTNNGI92E1IzXWsNEpC8FZmkFXf42ibH8AZJ-eqs2GJyPjYN1O-sp7j2NNo46Kb_TMgPKmejc8sIkjio2w_3gsnJ3qdjxZaFXnT676IOe8e-dwFdQ=w201-h162" width="201" /></a></p><div class="yahoo-style-wrap"><p class="ydp963ef20fMsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> Leaves, leaves, … leaves. Oh, how I love to view the beautiful fall leaves. There is a wondrous beauty in God's handiwork each Fall as He paints the mountains and valleys with beautiful reds and yellows and oranges.<br /> But, sadly they pass too quickly and often they are left for us to pick up and discard or burn. But even the smell of burning leaves can be a special treat. However, cleaning them up can be a major job.</span></p><p class="ydp963ef20fMsoNormal" data-setdir="false" dir="ltr" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> I am thankful that in recent years we have had my grandson, Zach, to do most of the clean-up for us. That takes him many hours and we are no longer able to share the work with him. But he has been very reliable and works without complaining no matter how cold it may be.<br /> We have a beautiful red maple and we have enjoyed its colors for decades. But it has one problem – it doesn't shed its leaves until the beginning of December. By that time, we reach the end of the time when our township will pick up our leaves. So, every Fall we race against the calendar in hopes of having our large piles of leaves hauled away. This year our tree appears to be extra late so we may lose the race this year. Do you want some leaves?<br /> One of my most interesting memories came the year my mother was killed in the auto accident. Her memorial service came when we had piles of leaves to remove throughout our property. As a joke I changed our phone message to invite folks to help clean up our leaves. While we were at her service, a family from our church showed up and did just that. They cleaned up better than we ever did. We were surprised, stunned and extremely thankful. That was one task we did not think about that year.<br /> Now their response was the right kind of response to the statement "Just let us know if we can do anything for you." There are always things that you can do for those of us who have needs or are handicapped. Just open your eyes.<br /> Well the leaves will soon be gone for another year. But then, unfortunately, next comes … are you ready? …. the ice and snow. I'll gladly take the leaves any day.<br /></span></p><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> Oh, by the way, if you want to help with the leaves just come on over. You are always welcome!</span></div><br /><p style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", Times, serif; font-size: 16px;"></p></div>Barry (Mr. K.)http://www.blogger.com/profile/02402052385815739979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3503066533875964241.post-84008551742889018632023-11-11T01:00:00.024-05:002023-11-11T01:00:00.138-05:00Would You Believe?<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhs24IvVSOwH5WDkfsq0JFH3ztZCnJnSnIKBxEP5OeQsvTzPZPlVZRpox82nIEQ6F_M_qduer9eWYGF11GuA3g-ySLnVnHG0Q_8NjSa40DP8kMKP1sZjZaHA3as8hN043QClUnSN7Srqwz83OJHWzUa5qUPUn7cMrDBeEJkTWKZUF006-E9-XuiILKhYw8" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" border="0" height="133" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_7260216903282531586" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhs24IvVSOwH5WDkfsq0JFH3ztZCnJnSnIKBxEP5OeQsvTzPZPlVZRpox82nIEQ6F_M_qduer9eWYGF11GuA3g-ySLnVnHG0Q_8NjSa40DP8kMKP1sZjZaHA3as8hN043QClUnSN7Srqwz83OJHWzUa5qUPUn7cMrDBeEJkTWKZUF006-E9-XuiILKhYw8=w200-h133" width="200" /></a></p><div class="ydpad43ba8eyahoo-style-wrap"><div id="ydpad43ba8eyiv1041447735"><div class="ydpad43ba8eyiv1041447735yahoo-style-wrap"><p class="ydpad43ba8eyiv1041447735ydpa1623d71MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #050505; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> My husband and I went through the McDonald's driveway window and I gave the cashier a $5 bill. Our total was $4.25, so I also handed her 25c. She said, 'you gave me too much money.' I said, 'Yes I know, but this way you can just give me a dollar back.' She sighed and went to get the manager who asked me to repeat my request. I did so, and he handed me back the 25c, and said 'We're sorry but we don't do that kind of thing.' The cashier then proceeded to give me back 75 cents in change. Do not confuse the people at MacD's.</span></p><p class="ydpad43ba8eyiv1041447735ydpa1623d71MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #050505; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="ydpad43ba8eyiv1041447735ydpa1623d71MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #050505; font-family: georgia;"> We had to have the garage door repaired. The repairman told us that one of our problems was that we did not have a 'large' enough motor on the opener. I thought for a minute, and said that we had the largest one made at that time, a 1/2 horsepower. </span><span style="color: #050505; font-family: georgia;">He shook his head and said, 'You need a 1/4 horsepower.' I responded that 1/2 was larger than 1/4 and he said, 'NOOO, it's not. Four is larger than two.' We haven't used that repairman since...</span></span></p><p class="ydpad43ba8eyiv1041447735ydpa1623d71MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #050505; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="ydpad43ba8eyiv1041447735ydpa1623d71MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #050505; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> I live in a semi rural area. We recently had a new neighbor call the local city council office to request the removal of the DEER CROSSING sign on our road. The reason: 'Too many deers are being hit by cars out here! I don't think this is a good place for them to be crossing anymore.'</span></p><p class="ydpad43ba8eyiv1041447735ydpa1623d71MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #050505; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="ydpad43ba8eyiv1041447735ydpa1623d71MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #050505; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> IDIOT SIGHTING IN FOOD SERVICE. My daughter went to a Mexican fast food and ordered a taco. She asked the person behind the counter for 'minimal lettuce.' He said he was sorry, but they only had iceberg lettuce.</span></p><p class="ydpad43ba8eyiv1041447735ydpa1623d71MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #050505; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="ydpad43ba8eyiv1041447735ydpa1623d71MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #050505; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> I was at the airport, checking in at the gate when an airport employee asked, </span><span style="color: #050505; font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Has anyone put anything in your baggage without your knowledge?' To which I replied, 'If it was without my knowledge, how would I know?' He smiled knowingly and nodded, 'That's why we ask.'</span></p><p class="ydpad43ba8eyiv1041447735ydpa1623d71MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #050505; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="ydpad43ba8eyiv1041447735ydpa1623d71MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #050505; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> The pedestrian light on the corner beeps when it's safe to cross the street. I was crossing with an 'intellectually challenged' co-worker of mine. She asked if I knew what the beeper was for. I explained that it signals blind people when the light is red. Appalled, she responded, 'what on earth are blind people doing driving?!' She is a government employee.</span></p><p class="ydpad43ba8eyiv1041447735ydpa1623d71MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #050505; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p class="ydpad43ba8eyiv1041447735ydpa1623d71MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #050505; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> When my wife and I arrived at a car dealership to pick up our car after a service, we were told the keys had been locked in it. We went to the service department and found a mechanic working feverishly to unlock the driver's side door. As I watched from the passenger side, I instinctively tried the door handle and discovered that it was unlocked. 'Hey,' I announced to the technician, 'its open!' His reply, 'I know. I already did that side.'</span></p><p class="ydpad43ba8eyiv1041447735ydpa1623d71MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #050505; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><div><span style="color: #050505; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">STAY ALERT, THEY'RE EVERYWHERE!</span></div></div></div></div>Barry (Mr. K.)http://www.blogger.com/profile/02402052385815739979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3503066533875964241.post-54041505709561887212023-11-05T22:51:00.000-05:002023-11-05T22:51:15.289-05:00Posted on wrong date<p> In case anyone actually noticed, the post "Whispering Hope" should have been posted on November 4 instead of the date it did post. Another "senior moment" by the "head blogger".</p>Barry (Mr. K.)http://www.blogger.com/profile/02402052385815739979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3503066533875964241.post-61853335761328835022023-10-28T01:00:00.001-04:002023-10-28T01:00:00.150-04:00Whispering Hope<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEinF_frSr2rpMGemLFsXNYPBnMWDN6etNzk-3BsedGAwh3xlDAA9nDjMp-Ke7PTyUxYx55heRQ2aQYOqSMrvN8-CfKt0arq3Fm0lSgB2lUVqeazTEniGOqdniC23Hw5eL7_ITqxnNctIdK-Tyc2ThgYm5ukrqkg7cEv15UISuOUwPDK3_Z30KgJrTdW1mc" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" border="0" height="142" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_7256513812326030002" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEinF_frSr2rpMGemLFsXNYPBnMWDN6etNzk-3BsedGAwh3xlDAA9nDjMp-Ke7PTyUxYx55heRQ2aQYOqSMrvN8-CfKt0arq3Fm0lSgB2lUVqeazTEniGOqdniC23Hw5eL7_ITqxnNctIdK-Tyc2ThgYm5ukrqkg7cEv15UISuOUwPDK3_Z30KgJrTdW1mc=w200-h142" width="200" /></a></p><div class="yahoo-style-wrap"><p class="ydp46591d2fMsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> Several years ago, a local small evangelical church needed a piano player. They contacted my wife and offered her a small stipend to play for their Sunday services. At the time our church had plenty of musicians and didn't really need my wife, so we agreed to minister with them for a year.</span></p><p class="ydp46591d2fMsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> Their Sunday worship service averaged about 60 in attendance. Their Sunday night service averaged about eight, including the pastor and his wife, the church treasurer, and Dianne and I. During our time with them the pastor preached through Isaiah in the evenings, an hour each evening. And they didn't seem to understand why they didn't grow.</span></p><p class="ydp46591d2fMsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> They didn't have any musicians except for the pastor who had an excellent singing voice. Their folks were nice but they kept to themselves. We never really felt accepted by them – we were outsiders. I was never asked to lead in prayer, lead singing or participate in the services. We did sing one duet during our year with them.</span></p><p class="ydp46591d2fMsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> However, we did enjoy our time with them. They enjoyed Dianne's playing. But why wouldn't they? God has blessed her with a special gift.</span></p><p class="ydp46591d2fMsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> But looking back there is one event that I really regret. There was an elderly widow who attended regularly. We tried to be friends with her. Then one Sunday morning she came to me and said she was going to sing a solo that morning. She wanted the pastor and I to provide some background for her number, "Whispering Hope".</span></p><p class="ydp46591d2fMsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> Now I had never heard her sing. We had no music. And I really didn't want to do it. Fortunately, I had a good excuse and could tell the truth. I had a very bad cold and couldn't sing that morning. So, I said that I couldn't do it.</span></p><p class="ydp46591d2fMsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> But, the pastor sang background alone for her. It was terrible. When we got in the car to go home, Dianne asked me what I thought. I said that it was the worst thing I had ever heard. We both burst out laughing and didn't stop until we got home.</span></p><p class="ydp46591d2fMsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> Now that years have gone by, I realize how wrong my reaction really was. The widow was doing it for the Lord. It was her offering for the Lord. It now reminds me of the story in the Bible of the widow who gave her last coin. And it meant so much more than the large gifts given by others. And now I believe the same thing could be said about this widow's song – it was her best! Now I am embarrassed by my thoughts. I was wrong and have accepted it differently.</span></p><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> And what about the thoughts of the congregation? They responded to the music with loud "Amens" throughout the church. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> They understood what at the time I did not.</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", Times, serif; font-size: 16px;"><br /></div><br /></div>Barry (Mr. K.)http://www.blogger.com/profile/02402052385815739979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3503066533875964241.post-22139371494034609722023-10-28T01:00:00.000-04:002023-10-28T01:00:00.149-04:00Yes, they said that<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgFKv_CrC84wch8XrfDudZBDkm4RHWCvoRpb-4TgApk30QZ40G6WqhMHBNZsKSqOrknWrZJfqdNIjTu9bV3s3cX-SUkzuO9lh3KDeNEYRjdTOBL64NdViPLp8UzIrDa8NA2pws9wYNAtxph_o2NAog41Ai2FRsUCcW7n0TkB4mVp-NJQ_9ouieso1-iGoQ" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" border="0" height="136" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_7249487288991742546" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgFKv_CrC84wch8XrfDudZBDkm4RHWCvoRpb-4TgApk30QZ40G6WqhMHBNZsKSqOrknWrZJfqdNIjTu9bV3s3cX-SUkzuO9lh3KDeNEYRjdTOBL64NdViPLp8UzIrDa8NA2pws9wYNAtxph_o2NAog41Ai2FRsUCcW7n0TkB4mVp-NJQ_9ouieso1-iGoQ=w200-h136" width="200" /></a></p><div class="yahoo-style-wrap"><p style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 10.5pt;"> </span><span style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> Some grade school teachers must agree that students say the strangest things, because they keep journals of amusing things their students have written in papers. Here are a few examples:</span></p><p style="margin: 0in; outline-color: currentcolor;"><span style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">- The future of "I give" is "I take."</span></p><p style="margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p style="margin: 0in; outline-color: currentcolor;"><span style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">- The parts of speech are lungs and air.<br /><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0in; outline-color: currentcolor;"><span style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">- The inhabitants of Moscow are called Mosquitoes.<br /><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0in; outline-color: currentcolor;"><span style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">- Water is composed of two gins. Oxygin and hydrogin. Oxygin is pure gin. Hydrogin is gin and water.<br /><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0in; outline-color: currentcolor;"><span style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">- (Define H2O and CO2.) H2O is hot water and CO2 is cold water.<br /><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0in; outline-color: currentcolor;"><span style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">- A virgin forest is a forest where the hand of man has never set foot.<br /><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0in; outline-color: currentcolor;"><span style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">- The general direction of the Alps is straight up.<br /><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0in; outline-color: currentcolor;"><span style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">- A city purifies its water supply by filtering the water then forcing it through an aviator.<br /><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0in; outline-color: currentcolor;"><span style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">- Most of the houses in France are made of plaster of Paris.<br /><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0in; outline-color: currentcolor;"><span style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">- The people who followed the Lord were called the 12 opossums.<br /><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0in; outline-color: currentcolor;"><span style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">- The spinal column is a long bunch of bones. The head sits on the top and you sit on the bottom.<br /><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0in; outline-color: currentcolor;"><span style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">- We do not raise silk worms in the United States, because we get our silk from rayon. He is a larger worm and gives more silk.<br /><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0in; outline-color: currentcolor;"><span style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">- One of the main causes of dust is janitors.<br /><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0in; outline-color: currentcolor;"><span style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">- One by-product of raising cattle is calves.<br /><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0in; outline-color: currentcolor;"><span style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">- To prevent head colds, use an agonizer to spray into the nose until it drips into the throat.<br /><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0in; outline-color: currentcolor;"><span style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">- The four seasons are salt, pepper, mustard and vinegar.<br /><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0in; outline-color: currentcolor;"><span style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">- The climate is hottest next to the Creator.<br /><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0in; outline-color: currentcolor;"><span style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">- The word trousers is an uncommon noun because it is singular at the top and plural at the bottom.<br /><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0in; outline-color: currentcolor;"><span style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">- Syntax is all the money collected at the church from sinners.<br /><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0in; outline-color: currentcolor;"><span style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">- The blood circulates through the body by flowing down one leg and up the other.<br /><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0in; outline-color: currentcolor;"><span style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">- In spring, the salmon swim upstream to spoon.<br /><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0in; outline-color: currentcolor;"><span style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">- Iron was discovered because someone smelt it.<br /><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0in; outline-color: currentcolor;"><span style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">- In the middle of the 18th century, all the morons moved to Utah.<br /><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0in; outline-color: currentcolor;"><span style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">- A person should take a bath once in the summer, not so often in the winter.<br /><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0in; outline-color: currentcolor;"><span style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">- The law of gravity says no fair jumping up without coming back down<br /><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0in; outline-color: currentcolor;"><span style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">- You can listen to thunder and tell how close you came to getting hit. If you don't hear it, you got hit, so never mind.<br /><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0in; outline-color: currentcolor;"><span style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">- A vibration is a motion that can't make up it's mind which way it wants to go.<br /><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0in; outline-color: currentcolor;"><span style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">- There are 26 vitamins in all, but some of the letters are yet to be discovered.<br /><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0in; outline-color: currentcolor;"><span style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">- Vacuums are nothings. We only mention them to let them know we know they're there.<br /><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0in; outline-color: currentcolor;"><span style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">- I'm not sure how clouds are formed, but clouds know how to do it, and that's the important part.<br /><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0in; outline-color: currentcolor;"><span style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">- Water vapor gets together in a cloud. When it gets big enough to drop, it does.<br /><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0in; outline-color: currentcolor;"><span style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">- Rain is saved up in cloud banks.<br /><br /></span></p><div><span style="color: #0a0a0a; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">- It is so hot in some places that people have to live in other places.</span></div><div data-setdir="false" dir="ltr" style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", Times, serif; font-size: 16px;"><br /></div><br /></div>Barry (Mr. K.)http://www.blogger.com/profile/02402052385815739979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3503066533875964241.post-45781657667159373392023-10-21T01:00:00.025-04:002023-10-21T01:00:00.150-04:00The Great Disappointment<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh0n2w3MaZsJiqztBTiFyULRXlIK1JYIjBS61rFJgxo0Z9GlMGT0Jxt1XZuGp4DlgnN68Dt3SUmwq6uLoPfQvBPXBCli0eq5GC7Rqz_ZM7RQs1BC7waPnkLQraaEuu5Zu8mBNA7lywTwHWBZDF5LZ13LmLRSOQddX7ZoSNe47WgS6vaPrRoV190AEWSt8g" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" border="0" height="126" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_7287849055761680770" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh0n2w3MaZsJiqztBTiFyULRXlIK1JYIjBS61rFJgxo0Z9GlMGT0Jxt1XZuGp4DlgnN68Dt3SUmwq6uLoPfQvBPXBCli0eq5GC7Rqz_ZM7RQs1BC7waPnkLQraaEuu5Zu8mBNA7lywTwHWBZDF5LZ13LmLRSOQddX7ZoSNe47WgS6vaPrRoV190AEWSt8g=w200-h126" width="200" /></a></p><div class="yahoo-style-wrap"><p class="ydpacb85263MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span class="ydpacb85263apple-converted-space"><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-size: auto; color: #202122; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> Sunday will mark the anniversary of "The Great Disappointment", an event which had it happened would have changed all our lives.<br /> In the early 1800's there was much speculation about the exact day and year when Christ would return. Among those making predictions was William Miller, a minister from New York. After much study he felt that the return would come on October 22, 1844.<br /> As that date approached a foreboding fell over New England. People gathered in churches and on mountaintops. Many normal activities ceased while folks watched the skies and looked for the sudden end of the world.<br /> But, alas, nothing happened. Many Christians became disillusioned. Some became cynical. The event became known as "The Great Disappointment".</span></span></p><p class="ydpacb85263MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span class="ydpacb85263apple-converted-space"><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-size: auto; color: #202122;"> Miller and his followers forgot Christ's warning against setting dates. Matthew 24:36,</span></span><span class="ydpacb85263apple-converted-space"><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-size: auto; color: #202124;"> </span></span><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-size: auto; color: #202124;">"</span><span style="color: #040c28;">But about that day or hour no one knows, not even the angels in heaven, nor the Son, but only the Father"<span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-size: auto; color: #202124;">.</span><br /> </span><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-size: auto; color: #202122;">Miller predicted a few more dates, also without Christ's return. Miller responded publicly about his mistakes, writing, "I confess my error, and acknowledge my disappointment; yet I still believe that the day of the Lord is near, even at the door.<br /> Well I do agree with part of his conclusion. I also believe the day of the Lord is near. It could be today and we are to be ready. As He tarries there is still much for us to day in this sinful world.</span><span class="ydpacb85263apple-converted-space"><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-size: auto; color: #202122;"></span></span></span></p><p class="ydpacb85263MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span class="ydpacb85263apple-converted-space"><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-size: auto; color: #202122;"> An old song sums up my hope.<br /><br /></span></span><span> (1) Often my soul has been lifted above</span><span></span></span></p><p align="center" class="ydpacb85263MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span>Lost in the ocean of God's mighty love</span><span></span></span></p><p align="center" class="ydpacb85263MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span>Higher and higher, but once still I say</span><span></span></span></p><p align="center" class="ydpacb85263MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span>I'm going higher someday</span><span></span></span></p><p align="center" class="ydpacb85263MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p align="center" class="ydpacb85263MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span>I'm going higher, yes higher someday</span><span></span></span></p><p align="center" class="ydpacb85263MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span>I'm going higher, yes higher to stay</span><span></span></span></p><p align="center" class="ydpacb85263MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span>Over the mountain, beyond the blue sky</span><span></span></span></p><p align="center" class="ydpacb85263MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span>Going where none ever sicken or die</span><span></span></span></p><p align="center" class="ydpacb85263MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span>Loved ones will meet in that sweet by and by</span><span></span></span></p><p align="center" class="ydpacb85263MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span>I'm going higher someday</span><span></span></span></p><p align="center" class="ydpacb85263MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p align="center" class="ydpacb85263MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span>(2) Soon will the Savior appear, bless His name</span><span></span></span></p><p align="center" class="ydpacb85263MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span>And in a moment, we all will be changed</span><span></span></span></p><p align="center" class="ydpacb85263MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span>Then when he calls for his bright come away</span><span></span></span></p><p align="center" class="ydpacb85263MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span>We're going higher someday</span><span></span></span></p><p align="center" class="ydpacb85263MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p align="center" class="ydpacb85263MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span>I'm going higher, yes higher someday</span><span></span></span></p><p align="center" class="ydpacb85263MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span>I'm going higher, yes higher to stay</span><span></span></span></p><p align="center" class="ydpacb85263MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span>Over the mountain, beyond the blue sky</span><span></span></span></p><p align="center" class="ydpacb85263MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span>Going where none ever sicken or die</span><span></span></span></p><p align="center" class="ydpacb85263MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span>Loved ones will meet in that sweet by and by</span><span></span></span></p><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span> I'm going higher and someday!</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span>Be ready, it might even be today!</span></span></div><div><br /></div><br /><p align="center" class="ydpacb85263MsoNormal" data-setdir="false" dir="ltr" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: medium; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"></span></p></div>Barry (Mr. K.)http://www.blogger.com/profile/02402052385815739979noreply@blogger.com0