Got Cow?

When I lay in bed waiting for sleep to come in the early AM’s, I can think of all sorts of things to blog about. Then when it comes times to sit here and write, I can’t think of a living thing. Nothing. El-blanco.

I guess that’s a form of writers block. Who knows one of these days, there may be an official syndrome for bloggers, called bloggie block. There, see, I created it right there. Let this be my copyright. On this day, at this time, I created the phrase bloggie block. It will become an official syndrome one of these days, I’m telling you.

We had a sort of funny/cute thing happen in service this morning. Stud was talking about the golden calf the Israelites created while in the wilderness and the excuse they gave Moses when he asked them where it came from. They told him that when they melted that gold, that calf just popped out of the fire on its own. Yeppers. Pretty creative bunch they were.

Well when Stud is talking about that golden calf, there’s this little boy, about 3 years old, who has been very active in service, going from person to person, walking, crawling, trying to get his mom to play catch with him… just being a 3 yr old… and all of the sudden he stands right up straight, and lifts his little hands in the air holding one of his toys….. It was a toy cow. He says as loud and proud as he can COW.

Now, try to tell me that little boy wasn’t listening to Stud’s sermon…. He was. And probably paying more attention than any adult in there. Yes we get preoccupied with watching cute kids during service, but that cute kid showed us one and all that he was paying more attention than anyone. Yeah he was playing farm and lining all his farm animals up, and had been drawing and looking at books, pointing out the pictures and naming them to his sister, but when he realized that Stud was talking about a cow, he went running to the bench his farm animals were on, grabbed that cow, and held it up for all of use to see that he had a cow. He could relate to that sermon.

Lesson learned by me. Lesson given by a 3yr old little boy.

Pondering

So far it’s been a busy weekend.  Stud performed a marriage ceremony today, I always go with him to these things.  This one happened to also be at our church, the couple doesn’t really go to our church, but are still members.  Make sense?

It was a very simple, uncomplicated service.  I loved it.  I bet, the entire wedding didn’t cost $500.  And that probably included the reception.  It was beautiful.

I always find it strange at wedding rehearsals, people want to share their romance story.  Their wedding story.  Stud usually tells the bride and groom ours, which normally ends up in a roar of laughter at how we met.  I wrote about it somewhere, I’ll find the link later.

But what really gets me, is realizing that Stud and I have been together for almost 20 years.  That’s a biggie in todays time.  I don’t feel like I’ve been married almost 20 years.  I don’t think we act like an old married couple.  Maybe we do and I just don’t see it.

I do however feel my age when I have children issues to deal with.  Trust me, those of you with little ones, these are the easy years.  Yeah, you are probably exhausted, but the physical hardships will pass, and then you are on to the emotional and mental ones.  They are much tougher to deal with and get over.

I told my two oldest tonight, I just wish they liked each other.  One laughed, the other looked and said “what makes you think we don’t like each other?”  Well, the fact any time the two of you are in the same room together, you treat each other like dirt, and act like you hate one another.  That would be the first clue.

Evidently I’m wrong.  Supposedly, that’s how brothers are.  i think they are just trying to soothe their conscience and keep me off their back.  What do you think?

It’s all about image

I love it when Son2 works late. I went last night to pick him up, and he told me to park, he had lots to bring out.

I wrote previously, I think about all the food he brought home from work one night… well, last night, he brought home at least $200 worth of BBQ ribs. Plus some pulled pork BBQ, and baked beans. I called Stud from the parking lot and told him what we were bringing home, he decided to stay up instead of going to bed. It was 12am. So basically, we were all up at 12am eating ribs. Some dang good ribs. We also ate them for lunch. Until we got it all finished off, now, the dogs are eating the bones.

I should have took a picture. But I was too busy stuffing food in my face.

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Now that I’ve got that off my chest,

With our state’s primary on Tuesday, our local big city has been inundated with candidates, and their families. In the past two weeks, we’ve had Bill, Hillary, Chelsea, Michelle, and Bill again. In previous years, the best we’ve had was Michael Dukakis. Yeah.

I don’t mind them showing up to smile and kiss babies, but it does bother me how many church services they are attending. Sometimes they speak, sometimes they don’t. But the fact is, they are stumping in churches. Kind of defeats the entire purpose of separation of church and state if you ask me.

While I do make it a point to find out the religious affiliation of the candidates running for major offices, I don’t want to see them sitting on the front row in my church. It makes me feel like the whole religious thing to them is just contrived. An act. A way to get votes. All the ones mentioned above attended services in our area, all of them in different denominations. A couple of them even hit two different denominations in one day, one even left church and went to a bar. Um, hmmm.

Why can’t they just stick to speaking on college campuses, in civic centers, local VFW halls, places like that?

I don’t want my pastor telling me how to vote, and when I see a candidate attending a church service, I feel like that is what is happening. My next question is, do the churches have to pay to have them there? Is it more for publicity for the church, or the candidate? And why do they only chose large churches? Why not small ones with 100 or less members? Wouldn’t that church benefit more from having the influx of visitors?

Can you tell this bothers me?

Blessing: I live in a country where we are free to vote for who we want.

Next!

For tonight’s question, I will go to Jenny 867-5309, who asks:

Uhm…let me see… Have you ever told another “minister” off (as where he/she could go and how they could get there the most painful way)? details?

Oh she’s just asking for me to get in trouble.

As a matter of fact Jenny, I have shared my mind with another minister. It was before my husband became a pastor, thankfully. I would hate for anything I said bring forth hail, fire and brimstone on him. Um, right.

Details she asks?

This particular minister was attending the same church as us at the time, he was older, and had very specific ideas of right and wrong. EVERYONE in the church knew my kids played sports. EVERYONE. My kids would come to VBS in their uniforms, coaches would pick them up after service, or bring them to mid week service after a ball game. It was common knowledge.

One mid week service, he was preaching, and happened to get off on a rabbit trail talking (not preaching, there is a difference) about how sinful it was for kids to play sports.

That. was. all. it. took.

He had made little remarks before about my kids playing sports, just never from the pulpit. Which, you know the little remarks, I can handle those, but do not, and I do mean DO NOT use the pulpit as your own personal agenda pusher. THAT. IS.JUST.WRONG. Which is also why I can’t stand it when ministers use the pulpit to push political topics.

After service, HE brought it up, asked if I was paying attention, and what I was going to do about it. I told him yeah, I heard what he said, but him saying it from behind the pulpit didn’t make any difference for me. I also told him that God gave my kids the ability and talent to play sports, and it was none of his (the preacher’s) business what I let my kids do, or how I raised them. I said a lot of other stuff, but I can’t remember, and quite frankly, I’m getting all angry again! lol. And this happened at least 4-5 years ago.

Sheesh, I need to get over it.

Blessing- that guy no long attends our church.

*** You can keep asking questions, I’ll answer one a day until I have them all answered.