I love to fish and hunt. I will happily go with any one. Novice, beginner or old pro. It is very fun to share a good time. Share the fishing stories or deer tales about the antlers that got away.
But now you want to know why I don’t do more of that. 2 reasons. First not many can go when I can. I am a spur of the moment type person. I get the urge and most of the time I go. Morning, or afternoon. If I need to take a lunch or drinks [tea] I will. I can get up at 6 a.m. or leave at 2 p,m.
The other reason I go by myself is all the stupidity and clumsiness that goes on in my life. I am talking about walking through the woods and trying to be quiet when I trip and my crossbow goes one way and my body goes another. I don’t run into trees but stumps, loose rocks, thick vine roots seek me out. Now I just wait till daylight and cock my bow when I get to my blind. Safer and I am not scared of breaking a leg. Ever notice when falling down it always seems like a movie slow motion. The other bad habit I have is going out of my blind at the wrong time. I mean I can sit for 2 hours with minimum movement and not see or hear anything but that gray squirrel that always shows up. I get up either to move a few yards or move something I have down that I think must be in a bad spot. Well I get out and set my bow down for 10 seconds and I will hear the snort or see the white flag jumping from tree to tree.
Now fishing isn’t so dangerous but I have 2 small tackle boxes. I grab them, my 2 poles, bass, and catfish, and plus my chair. After dropping a pole, a box and then my chair every 10 yards, one at a time, I soon put some of them down and come back for them. Next is finding the right spot. Very little weeds or logs, deep water, and a flat place to sit. Again making sure there are no rocks or roots I am sitting on. Next comes the getting the lines and poles ready to cast. After being dropped at least once the lines can be wrapped around the pole and the hooks must be found. I haven’t hooked myself putting on bait in years but they seem to come for me before the line is unwrapped. After I get the lines ready I cast. Hopefully it goes in the direction I want. The worst is casting, the line hangs up, and then wraps around my pole again. It happens. Too much. Finally I get it out near where I want it. I wait, 5 minutes, 10 minutes, 20 minutes. I reel it in and either the bait is gone or just as bad, it is still there. I cast again hoping it will go where I want it. I get a bite, I get excited. another bite and I get ready to jerk. Nothing. I reel in, no bait. I do every thing again. Again waiting.
While waiting, I get my other reel ready. Put on the artificial bait I want and throw it out. It never moved. I try again. Again I throw it out. Nothing. I check my line, it doesn’t move. I push the button 3 more times. Finally it moves. I pull it out a few feet by hand. Reel it up and cast. I duck as the lure and hook fly past my ear. I start to curse and get mad when my my other pole takes a big bend. I rush over and jerk. I have something. It is heavy. I reel in the best I can. I get it near the shore and it is a huge snapping turtle. I can’t get the hook out. I cut the line. I then go over to my other pole. I check the line again, 20 feet this time. I get everything set and throw it out. I get it where I want, [ close any how]. I start bring in the line and get a bite. I jerk and seem to have caught something. I get it close to shore and everything stops. I jerk hard. I jerk had again. The hook goes flying past my ear. I am going to stop here but you get my drift. I don’t mind you laughing at me reading this. It beats you laughing at me in person holding your big bass.
Today is August first. 17 years ago Marc went to be with Jesus. I don’t think I could add to any more than I have said in the past. So I am going to leave it today, Though I will never forget.
We have all seen the babies and toddlers dance and move to music. It is quite entertaining, funny, and sometimes missing the days when we could boogie. This probably isn’t news to you but God put the the joy of music inside of us. All of us. Dancing and singing. It is something we all meant to do. Well Ben you say I can’t hit a note or I have 2 left feet. SO WHAT. We are meant to sing and dance. The Psalms say we only have to make a joyful noise. We have the loud clanging cymbal. Our feet can worship him any time they move for Him. Now I will never get in front of a crowd and try to sing Amazing Grace. I want people to stick around not leave. I have danced unto the Lord many times. From college to today. The churches I have been in thought it was great. I am not saying I am a Fred Astaire, nope I am not, but I do dance as David danced. It is fun. My stenosis doesn’t always let me do it as often or as long as I want but I still do it.
This is not a push to get any one to sing in church or dance in church but I am saying it should be a praise and a worship all can do. Even if only in the privacy of our homes.
Thank you for your love and prayers, BEN C.
1 JOHN 1:7 But if we walk in the light, as he is in the light, we have fellowship with one another, and the blood of Jesus, his Son, purifies us from all sin.
Most all of us have read or heard these words at sometime or another. Now at times it can sound very complicated, maybe even strange. But if you try to put it into simple terms such as we need to walk as Jesus wants us to walk then it isn’t hard to really grasp. The times we mess up is when we fellowship with one another. Because if we look at the outside then we wonder where their light is. We have it in us where are theirs. The BIG little word is in. Inside where it can only be felt by us. But we must try to show that light to others so we can fellowship. Sometimes that means opening up to others and being vulnerable. But again that light will protect us. Rarely have I ever opened up to a brother and have been hurt. I have also learned to be open and be a safe person to talk too. Now that isn’t really bragging as it sounds. I have learned from Jesus and close brothers and sisters that being a safe person is only risky if you quit being safe. Keep those secrets, don’t tell your best friend what you were told. Pray continually for you and the person that shared with you.
Second on my heart, is the darkness of the world outside of Jesus. As I have stated before I am on Yahoo, a lot, reading the news stories and certain internet magazines. I like commenting and sharing my views. I have learned several things about others on the net and about myself. I can’t do much about the others except share the truth. But that is a place where I have trouble. You see I get caught up in the garbage also and I have done some name calling. No cursing but still name calling. That is not light but stupidity on my part. I have come to a point where I want to share Jesus but also do His work. That is not done by me calling a person a fool. Whether they are or not. These are not brothers in the Lord but atheist, homosexuals, and sometimes Muslims. I have to learn to turn the other cheek. I am getting better about that with people I love and care about but not so easy with strangers on the internet. I cannot be a light commenting on the net. I can share truth. But I don’t think I can shine the light of Jesus. Now that means I need to be a light to those around me. Whether or not they know Jesus. Whether they are atheist, Muslim or a homosexual. It means being open to their needs and be willing to share, help, and sometimes sacrifice for them.
1 hour ago I had nothing on my mind to share. Watching a movie that I really like about a certain hobbit whose initials are F B. It hit me to write. I have a lot to learn, about Jesus of course but I think I still am learning about myself. Good and bad.
Feel free to comment. I can take it. BEN C.
These past few days I have been madder than a stirred up hornet. Not any one has done anything to me but what I read what happened to some parents in England and the commenters that have said dumb and hateful things about these parents has got my dander up.
They had a 10 month old child born with a very rare and always fatal disease. I couldn’t spell it now but if you look up the story, you can find out what it is. What made me mad was some bureaucrats in England said this child was not worth the money to send to the US to get experimental treatment. It may have been too little too late but no one will ever know now. Second part, the hospital told the parents he should die with dignity. Then they denied him going home to die. This really burns me. I know what is is to have a son severely stricken with a disease. I know what it cost and what doctors can and cannot do. I lost Marc at 16 to cancer. He could have tried experimental treatments but he had gone through 2 1/2 years of chemo, radiation, and a 17 hour operation. The treatment would be more used as a treatment for others down the road. He had little chance. He said no. Everything in me said to try but I was not the one being tortured by all this ” helping” treatment. We took Marc home and a few weeks later he was gone.
Now the part that gets me riled up. So many people throw off life as though it has a $ sign to it. This person isn’t worth more than this amount of money. Garbage. every life is worth any amount of gold or diamonds. People will yell about a puppy or a wild animal and expect millions to be shelled out but not for a sick person. NO MORE TAX DOLLARS. BS is what I say to all of them. I know I am hollering in the wrong direction on here and not one of you have upset me. I just needed this to vent out of my system. Maybe now I can fall to sleep. Take care. If for some reason you disagree with me on this point. Better not say anything to me about it.
A person usually hears those word on a movie or reading a book. To be honest I am not sure if I have been told those words in person. If now I heard them I would probably look into their eyes and call them a liar. When those words are used it is usually in either a crime movie or a war movie. Hopefully fiction. But it isn’t always fiction is it. How many hundreds of thousands of times has it been used through out history. I guess you could say it started in the Garden. What lie did the serpent tell Eve? Go ahead it won’t kill you. It is for the better. So I guess we all have tried to do something along that line sometime in life. It boils down to selfishness. When it comes to that can any of us say we are not guilty. I can’t.
Joseph was thrown in the pit and sold to slave traders for the his brothers selfish acts. The Pharaoh tried to kill all the male Hebrew children for the greater good of Egypt. Ramses tried to kill all the first born when Moses was an adult for the greater good.
King Saul did not obey the Lord and spared a king and queen plus the herds of cows and sheep for the greater good. God then told Samuel to find another king.
Herod the great killed the babes 2 years and younger for the greater good. His son Herod Antipas locked up John the Baptist for the greater good. Some say Judas betrayed Jesus for the greater good of Israel. That was surly the reason the Jewish leaders wanted him dead. And Pilate didn’t want a riot so he sent Him to the cross.
I could go on through out history telling of the lies people told themselves that their heinous ideas was for the better good. Probably every war in history was based on such lies.
Yes it is still happening every where we turn. The lbgt people think they are trying to force their life style every where for their greater good. I could put down several paragraphs about them alone but I won’t. Blm, KKK,ACLU, southern poverty law system, and of course the right to choose group, are all doing it for the greater good.
Well I have found only one that was selfless. His name was Jesus and his act of great kindness and love was for the better good of the whole world. But satan still has a strangle hold on many. Selfishness is still the rule of the earth sad to say. But we must spread the love, joy, and TRUTH that Jesus said to tell the world. It won’t always be accepted and many will hate us for it. But that is one of the main parts of our lives we must do. It was a command.
So am I done ranting. for tonight but I was awakened in my soul to put this out. I am not pointing a finger at any of you just telling what is on my heart. Ben
That’s what I am doing tonight. I have been hoping to be deeply inspired but it hasn’t come. It isn’t the first and probably not the last. Maybe a third of theses are of the top of my head. Probably looks like it to, I know.
I got to give my grand daughter her graduation card last weekend. I went to Springdale and visited a friends church. I don’t attend my home church on Mothers Day or Fathers Day. They have never done anything wrong but it is me and the sadness I feel. More of a feeling sorry for myself which is dumb I know but it is what it is. My grand daughter was working but she took time to say hi and give me a hug. That is all I needed from her.
I haven’t heard from pastor Dave if he is going to let me have a Sunday morning or not. I turned in a good out line. At least I thought so. I am going to start in Genesis and end up in Revelation. Even some parts in between. Nothing earth shattering but as I said before I do feel like I need to do it. OutReach Center Church in the summer time is always a good time. We always have missionaries from around the world come in. Most were brought up in or started with the church. 25 five or more families. The second Sunday in July will be missionary weekend. Several will be speaking Friday night, Saturday and Sunday.
This September will be 45 years that my old church in Russelvillle started up. It started with 50 or more college students and a few married adults not in college. We were young, excited, proud, and green. All the people that helped plant that church are not attending there now. Some are with the Lord and others like me are spread all over the states. But the church is now over 400, I am pretty sure of that number. Definitely one of the largest in Russelville. Not bad for a few college Jesus Freaks.
I have caught a few small perch so far this summer. Which is more than the last several summers. I hope to catch a few catfish. They are easier to clean and easy to cook.
Stay cool and if you come to Siloam or close by let me know. I would love to see old friends.
May has been a decent month for me. I am moved in to my nice new apartment and settled in, for the most part. I just figured out I use that term a lot. I hope it isn’t boring. All my closets are full and my kitchen drawers and cabinets full. Now I just need to remember where everything is.
May is graduation month. It is always an exciting time or it should be. I know a few local graduates from my church and a few from my friends in the area. There is one I have mixed feelings about. My grand daughter graduated from Harber in Springdale. A very high grade point and and a scholarship to a University. I think it will be Northwest in Bentonville but it might be the U of A. Did I say she has written a novel and had it published and has started the second. The mixed feelings is that she was taken away from my daughter when she was 3. It was not my daughters fault. For 15 years I had no idea where she was but I prayed for her often. I was unable to attend the ceremony because of my bad back and that hurt also deep inside. I have yet to give her my card for her and hopefully giver her a hug. We are still in the process of getting to know one another. She has a brother I haven’t seen yet but that is not my fault. A 15 year old with an attitude that needs adjusting sometimes.
May flowers are out and looking good. Several in my complex where I live have some out. All this rain has hurt the roses but I have seen some very nice ones. Every one needs to stop and smell the roses sometime. HMM. Sounds like a country song.
May poles.I haven’t heard of any one doing one for years. When I was in the 6th grade we did one at school. The music teacher put it on. We even had a Queen and I think a king. It has been a few years since then. The king and queen reigned over the service while every one else had roles of colored paper hooked to a pole. We sang and hopped around it. It was very humiliating to a 6th grade boy.
Why does May take so long to get through. As I said it has been a decent month for me but it takes for ever to get through. August and May. they only have 1 extra day but it seems like 7. August is like that because everyone is tired of the heat. But why May. Any suggestions.
All my baseball teams are doing lousy. Unless 1 or 2 of them have a fantastic second half, this season is blown. 3 teams I will never root for, the Cubs, Red Sox , and the Nationals. One of my good friends sometimes sings the National Anthem for the Nationals but I can’t bring myself to root for them.
In just over a week will be my birthday again. They seem to come around even if you don’t care. This year I will celebrate it with a friend from church whose birthday is also June 4th. He is 18 but he said he would be happy to do that with me. Now to save some money and figure out where we both want to go.
May the Lord be with you all. Ben C.