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Age has no boundaries. You can get old no matter where you are. I have officially experienced this concept here in Brazil. I got my OLD card. The OLD card lets me park in those coveted spots at the mall, supermarket, and wherever they exist. At least one of those so often empty spots are now MINE! Hehehehe. The OLD card lets me be in the SHORT line at the bank, post office and etc.. The other day I used that option for the first time. I was embarrassed as I entered the bank. However, when I saw the thirty or so people in the young folks line, I calmly hid behind my kindle and strolled over to the OLD line where there were only three people. Rather than the forty-five minutes it would have taken when I was younger, I spent just five! I guess that the OLD card issuers see the urgency of my getting through lines before I croak. The OLD card also gets me FREE rides on public transportation. I can get on any bus and ride anywhere my little old heart desires within city limits. AND ...

What do you see in this picture? A truck? Lots of wires? A rare GREEN light? Posts? A weird traffic sign? I was at a traffic light yesterday and took this shot. There is definitely a lot of ugly here. But what I wanted to capture was the Ipe tree in full bloom. The junk came along for the ride. The Ipe is a lovely and creative piece of God’s artwork. It flowers brilliant yellow eye candy with nary a leaf. The tree itself looks dead with lifeless limbs yet the flowers are spectacular. The first time I saw one in bloom I just stood staring in wonder at God’s creativity. How could something that looks so deceased be so beautiful? I imagine that my life is a lot like this Ipe. Ugly as sin and surrounded by more ugly. On the outside looking lifeless yet with lovely flowers of God’s mercy and grace waiting to burst forth at any moment as I work and wait on God’s creativity. However, when He restores the glory of His creation in me through Salvation, WATCH OUT. There is ...

I was looking for a ring just a few minutes ago. No not a gold ring. Not my wedding ring. That never leaves my finger. It was just a metal ring. A “tool” ring. Metric and United States customary units are different if you didn’t know. We’re used to two liters of pop and a ten k run but not so much with centimeters, millimeters, kilos and such. My ring was to jury rig a Black and Decker grinder to a metric measure disk. I had a small, “washer” type ring made up that fits into the grinder disk hole so that it fits just right. Slick when you can find the dumb thing! I knew that I had seen it just a while ago. I had handled it, I had looked upon it. I had put it in a safe place so that I wouldn't forget where it was. That was my problem, the place was so safe that I forgot where it was. I looked for nearly half an hour. I took tools out of my tool box that hadn't been moved in years. I put them back. I took tools out of my tool pouch. I put them back. I took tools out o...

Asa was a king who soared to victory as he followed God with his life and kingdom. In 2 Chronicles 14 Abijah’s son takes the throne and builds on his father’s tradition of following God. Look what he did: “Asa pleased the LORD, his God, by doing what was right and good. He removed the foreign altars and the pagan places of worship, broke down the sacred stone columns, and cut down the symbols of the goddess Asherah. He commanded the people of Judah to do the will of the LORD, the God of their ancestors, and to obey his teachings and commands. Because he abolished the pagan places of worship and the incense altars from all the cities of Judah, the kingdom was at peace under his rule.” He was dedicated to the God of his fathers. All seemed to be going very well. And then it happened. A one million man army descended on Judah from, of all places, Ethiopia. Zerah and his troops came with 300 chariots; the drones of his day. Doom was certain. Why when someone is ...

Abijah was the new king of Judah. He sat on the throne of his departed father Rehoboam. Jeroboam was still king of Israel. Trouble was ahead as a million two hundred thousand mighty men of war would soon engage in a terrible battle near Mount Zemarim, northwest of the Dead Sea. The odds were against Judah two to one. There were 800,000 warriors of Israel facing 400,000 chosen men of Judah. What happened next demonstrated the personal courage and Godward confidence of king Abijah. He mustered his troops and went to the mountainside to warn his brothers from Israel. His shout echoed, not only in the valley but through time. Judah’s actions proved that their confidence was in the LORD, God of Israel. Abijah shouted Judah’s obedience and Israel’s disobedience: You have cast out the real priests With your gold calf idols you have displaced the True God The LORD is our God We have not forsaken him We have real priests from Aaron and Levi They sacrifice to God morning a...

I had a neat experience with Brandon this morning. He is my five-year-old grandson. You can learn a lot by working with a five-year-old! Why, just a few minutes ago while cutting down a hedge the lessons were flowing. I was straining my old guts out trying to cut through a 40-year-old plant with a bow saw. I had been at it for about half an hour when up walks Brandon. He grabbed one of my fresh cuts and jerks it out of the chorus line of shrubs. As he does he lets out a war whoop and says, “Grandpa, look what I just did!” My thoughts went carnal, “You little runt! I’ve been straining and grunting for half an hour and you just come up and give a yank on a twig and yell, ‘Look what I did?’”. Then it hit me. That is so often what I do with my Father. He has worked, toiled and detailed every aspect of a particular situation. Then I step in and hoist a twig and say, “LOOK WHAT I JUST DID!” thumping my chest at my great accomplishment. A few seconds passed and Brandon chortled anot...

'Twas battered and scarred, And the auctioneer thought it hardly worth his while To waste his time on the old violin, but he held it up with a smile. "What am I bid, good people", he cried, "Who starts the bidding for me?" "One dollar, one dollar, Do I hear two?" "Two dollars, who makes it three?" "Three dollars once, three dollars twice, going for three," More than likely you have heard this poem by Myra Brooks Welch. It is a tearjerker. You can learn more about her at  this link . I felt a bit like this Tuesday as I went to the Salvation Army store to make a clothes purchase. The SA is the missionary’s friend. While there I remembered that just a year ago, at this same location, I had found an old clarinet. I didn’t buy it because I felt that it was too expensive. But that thought sparked curiosity and I headed over to the “Jewelry Counter” again. Sounds extravagant... its not.   The, “ Ring the...