Make the Right Choice


This week is the 500-year anniversary of Martin Luther nailing the Ninety-Five Theses on the church door.  It is important that we remember it because the church was going in the wrong direction.

From Adam, Abraham, King David, and the old sanctuary system, the Bible shows us that we are in God’s Kingdom by faith alone.  A gift both in faith and grace.  Nothing we can do ourselves can earn a place in God’s Kingdom, but our actions and the way we talk and live show that we are in God’s Kingdom now.  And we invade this world’s kingdoms with God’s Kingdom.  The time is coming when everyone will show their true allegiance to God’s Kingdom or to this dying world.

Study for yourself to know what is true.  Satan is good at mixing truth and error together and making it look good.  We all have a choice to receive the mark of the beast or not!  I hope you will choose God’s seal.


Bird Watching


I saw something strange this week—at least it was strange for me.  For a while we didn’t have any birds around our yard at all.  I don’t know what scared them away.  We do have feral cats in the woods that are somewhat ferocious.  One only has one eye, but it’s a tenacious hunter.  I’ve even seen it eating on a squirrel.  Anyway, I thought the wild cats had scared the birds away.  But they’re back now.  What I saw was a pileated woodpecker in our dogwood tree eating the red berries.  I even called Badona to come see it and verify that my eyes weren’t deceiving me.   We usually see them hammering on a tall tree or doing their laughing call.  It was interesting to see it doing something different.

Pay Attention to the Signs


Another fishing story—who wants to hear about working, which I have been doing a lot of lately.  Retired life is a busy, full life!  Back to fishing:  Johnny and I went out on Sunday.  We talked about not going but the weather changed and the wind was to be 5 to 10 miles per hour.  Sunday morning was damp and drizzly, but we still headed down the road.  A deer hit the side of Johnny’s truck.  It left blood and hair and a small dent.  But we still went fishing.  After getting to the river, the wind was blowing 25 to 30 miles per hour.  We still took the boat out.  By 1 pm we were beat to the point of being sore.  Also, we lost another anchor.  We were surprised when it finally grabbed.  The wind blew so hard, the anchor wouldn’t hold.

Even though we were tired and worn out, the Lord blessed us with four stripers.  We should have stayed at home and rested up for work on Monday!  God sends us signs that draw us to Him.   Do we take the time to see them, or are we too intent on going fishing?



My Favorite Season


The Fall is my favorite time of the year.  The air gets fresh, and even though I can’t see the leaves changing colors too well, I like hearing them crunch under my feet.  I don’t understand why people are so worried about getting the leaves up.  They disappear on their own.

Fishing is great in the Fall.  Bigger fish strike the lure.  I don’t know what I like best, the fish hitting the lure or the pull and the fight.  I don’t care if they get off.  Most of them make it into the boat, and then you have to be careful in getting the lure out of the fish’s mouth and not hurting the fish or getting a hook into yourself.

I am looking forward to having an open window for sleeping.

A Surprise “Thank You”


When you help someone, you don’t except anything in return.  So when it happens, you are surprised.

Early last Wednesday morning, a young man wrecked his truck in front of our house.  He was messing with modern technology when he went off the road and into the ditch.  He missed two trees but hit the third one on the passenger side.  The truck went up into the air and came down on its wheels.  The man was ejected from the truck.  I didn’t see it happen, but I heard the crash.  The truck was mangled, and the young man was a mess in the middle of the road with blood coming out of his head and neck.  I ran to get him a towel while Badona called 911.  He managed to crawl from the middle of the road to the grassy edge by our driveway.  His belongings were thrown all over the place.  I picked them all up and cleared the road.  It was morning rush hour.  When he crawled off the road, I knew he would be all right.

Saturday afternoon he came knocking on our door to thank us.  He had a lot of stitches in his head and neck.  Our bodies sure can take a lot of abuse.  We are wonderfully made by God!  I hope this young man realizes that.