There is a lot to be said about how we look at life.
For instance, a local nurse was on her way to the hospital at a rather fast pace. She fail to stop at the red light at a corner. Of course John Law caught her in the next block. He ask her. "Doesn't a red light remind you of something?" "Yes, the nurse replied, someone wants the bed pan."
Or like the man who went into the psychiatrists office, took out a cigarette and stuffed the tobacco up his nose. "I see you really need me," the startled doctor said as he headed toward the man.
"Sure do," said the man, "I need a light."

Young lady to mother, "Oh mother I took Henry into the loving room last night and...."
"Thats living, dear..."
To which the daughter said, "You're telling me."

Well, the report came back today on the biopsy done last week on my forehead. The results were grade 1 carcinoma. Waiting now on the Dr. who will begin treatments. I was told that additional tissue will be removed until nothing else shows up. Hopefully, that will not be too bad or to the point of plastic surgery. If that happens who knows, I might get a facelift. Now that would be an improvement, but considering the present, it would be a miracle.

My family went to this big Luau recently where they had all kinds of fancy foods, but i had to stay at home and guard the house. All i got was this bunch of flowers around my neck. At least they could have brought me some of that fancy pork or chicken. After all, considering i am a valuable asset to this household. Everybody knows it takes a lot of effort to be a smart dog like me.
I know one dog that is a setter. His owner sends him to the store for eggs, he refuses them if they are not fresh. What a nose that dog has. I know about a springer whos owner sends him out for cigars and the springer will refuse any that are not his owners favorite brand. He won't smoke one either until he gets home and his owner offers him one.
Anyway, I know a Chihuahua like myself who is a lot smarter than those two dogs. He runs the store where these other dogs trade. It is said that every dog has his day. But if he has a sore tail, he has a weakend. So long folks.

Some Thoughts on Family by Dennis Miller

In Washington sometime back, a special twelve-person committee was formed to address the problem of teenage pregnancy. You know, there used to be a two-person committee that handled that, it was parents.

Now, I don't want to get off on a rant here, but family life has never been the Saturday Evening Post cover the conservative right would have us believe it once was. I mean, where's the Norman Rockwell painting entitled"Son Announces He's Gay over Easter Ham," or "I Saw Mommy Soul-Kissing the Sparkletts Guy," or the classic "Menendez Brothers Give Their Parents a 22-Caliber Explanation As to Why They Didn't Want to Eat Their Vegetables"?

Y"know, when we look to politicians for answers, what do we get? They parrot the phrasr "family values." "Family values has become a bigger catchall than the front of Rush Limbaugh's shirt after an all you can eat nacho blowout. It's been pounced on to promote school prayer and decry film and TV violence and end the welfare state and attack single mothers. Intrestingly enough the dogs who bark the loudest about family values---Dole, Gingrich, Gramm---all left their wives. Put that little nugget in your irony hookah and smoke it. These people should pay attention to their own lives and stop trying to run the lives of others.
Newt Gingrich had an affair while married to his first wife, who had been his high school math teacher, a woman he divorced while she was recuperating from cancer surgery, and then he had to be pursued for adequate child support. Talk about the putz calling the kettle black.
More to come.

How Dependable Are You?

I am reminded of a couple whose marriage was going on the rocks and sought the advice of a marriage counselor.
The counselor pleaded with them to patch up their quarrel, but they were adamant. "So," said the counselor, "you know the consequences and you want to part. Remember this. You must divide your property equally."
The wife flared up. "Y ou mean the $4.000 I have saved up? I must give him half? My money?
"Yes said the counselor. "He gets $2.000. You get $2.000."
"What about the furniture? I paid for that."
"Same thing," ansewered the counselor. "Your husband gets the bedroom and the living room, you get the dining room and the kitchen."
Then there was challenging gleam in the wife's eye. "What about our three children?"
That stumped him. Shrewdly he assayed the situation, then he came up with a Solomnic answer.
"Go back and live together until your fourth child is born. Then you take two children and your husband take two."
The wife shook her head. "No, I'm sure that wouldn't work out. If I depended on him, I wouldn't have the other three I got.

Some Reflections From The Past
Over the past few days, staying mostly inside due to the hot weather, I have taken some time to reflect back on my entire life. Having lost my father when I was a year old has caused me to wonder often, how would it have changed my life as a child if he had lived. Having a father during my early years, how would it have changed my relationship with my children during their childhood? This is one of the things I think about most often. Maybe its getting older that causes one to reflect back and try to determine what changes they would have made. I must say my children were great growing up. However, i learned in later years they would slip out at night and take the family car for a spin or to see some girl.

I am so thankful that I have a father. God is my Father. God is my Father in the sense that he looks upon me as an individual child. Growing up I don't recall anything about mercy being taught in my home. This is not being critical of my mom who was raising 7 children on her own. I do and always will love and respect her life and struggles she went through. I really did not know much about Christ during those early years. It was at the age of sixteen when I began to be taught and come to realize that Christ lives in me through my obedience to him. I realized that if Christ is in me, then Mercy is in me.
I have come to realize more vividly that it is not about me. The importance is HE who lives within me. I believe without any doubt that it is HE who
has forgiven me of all my failures. I know that when we become too concerned about "self", we are blinded to the needs and feelings of others. We must deny "self" and give up our own desires and own will. As I mentioned in my last post, we are faced with many struggles in this life. We must continually pray that the Lord's energy be powerful within us that we might have the inward compulsion to labor and struggle.
In John 15:6 Christ has made it clear what will happen if we (branches) are not fruitful. If we are not laboring, struggling,preaching,teaching,warning and presenting will be cast forth as withered branches and will be destroyed. Paul to the Galatians, 4:16 states. "Am i therefore your enemy, because i tell you the truth?"
I can humbly say, I have been blessed far more than I deserve. With the struggles that lie ahead, somehow with God"s help, we will make it. Prayer is always welcomed.

The Forgiving Spirit of a Father
Its time once again to make an appeal. I am a father whose heart aches for a son to come home. I am comforted in the fact that there is hope, but at the same time there is uncertainty.
In Luke 15: 11-32, I see a father whose heart was aching as he sees the son he loves leaving home. I'm sure he must have prayed for that son not to go and would change his mind! The son did not and he left. As time went by, the hurt and ache he felt in his heart must have given way to dread and fear. He had no word or letters to know where his son was.
He would probably ask himself over and over. " Will I ever see him again?" " Is he well?" "Is he dead?" I cannot imagine how many times this father might have walked out to the roadside and look both ways hoping to see him walking down that road. More and more with the passing of time, his hope would fade. Yet, he would not cease to look down that dusty road.
Then one day, he walks out to that road. He stops and strains his eyes and looks at what seems to be a person on the road. He shades his eyes with his hands and looks again. Yes, there is someone coming. His heart probably pounding or maybe skipping beats, and he cries out. "Can it be?" "It is--IT IS!"
He rushes to the son and throws his arms around him knowing full well that all would be forgiven. You know the rest of the story.
This event with the Prodigal son is different with my situation. I know where my son is and I know he is OK. I wrestle with this question. Will I get to see him come home in my lifetime? Who knows, but there is and always will be that longing to see him home. Why do we continue to pursue every avenue of possibility to get him released? Its because he is loved just like the father in Luke loved his son. More importantly, it is the picture of the heavenly Father. You see, we have a heavenly Father who awaits us with open arms and who is a personal forgiving Father. First of all, we have to know Christ in order to know the Father. We live in a world of hurt, pain, suffering, tears and death. Someday, my Father will reach down, gather me into his arms, and with his powerful hands wipe away every tear from my eyes. What a day, glorious day that will be.

If there is anything in my archives that any of you might want, go ahead and copy them . Shortly I will be closing out and discontinue my post. I know some complained when i deleted all the CAC history. Anyway, if you are intrested.

I have been ask to do something that is very special and means a lot to me. On Saturday, August 11th. I will do the wedding ceremony for my grandson Noah. I have really been thinking this past week how and just what to say to Noah and Treece as they exchange their vows. Being an emotional type person, can I do it without choking up. These are two very special people and hopefully everything will be done by me that will make it special for them. I recalled just recently about speaking at Noah's graduation, then baptizing him and now doing his wedding. The wedding will take place in the new Cone Chapel at Harding University. Treece, our new granddaughter to be won our hearts over the very first time we met her and will really be blessed by having her as a member of our family. Please pray that all will go well for them and that I get thru the ceremony without tearing up.