Building a “fire”

Here’s a quick thought I had this morning

Building a “fire”
1. It takes a lot of patience,
2. Start with the small stuff,
3. Once it’s hot it is easy to keep going,
4. If you keep all the coals together they will burn longer and hotter,
5. Keep adding fuel, a good fire needs to be tended,
6. Clean out the ashes,
7. Don’t burn the house down,
8. A real wood fire is better than phony logs and gas.

...His word was in my heart like a burning fire Shut up in my bones;
Jeremiah 20:9 (NKJV)

....our God is a consuming fire. Hebrews 12:29 (NKJV)

Like a new Sasquatch I have seen them it’s true!

It was bound to happen eventually. Like the dawn of creation springing forth and bringing with it unheard of creatures and features, so too has this new “age” brought with it never before heard of creations. This modern age of information, misinformation, minutes long news cycles and an exploding social network have brought forth monstrous new creatures with lives of there own.
Have they got arms and legs or even a mouth? Where do they live? What do they eat? I really haven’t the slightest clue. But evidence of one new species can be found lurking in any of our Inboxes. It’s not a virus or worm but perhaps has the innocence of a new creation.
Like a new Sasquatch I have seen them it’s true!

They leave their little tracks in the snow “FW” You’ve seem them too that I do know. Sometimes in herds more than one at a time FW:fw:Fw with ever more variance spinning out of control. A primitive attempt they always reach out, only by email, never a text and forget a phone call.
So great is their love that the day isn’t done till I’ve received one. Twenty’s the norm and that do I dread, I am just glad they haven’t been read.
Like a new Sasquatch I have seen them it’s true.

Grand communiqués sent and marked HIGH PRIORITY! If I send this now, I will have bags of cash just waiting for me. If I REALLY love Jesus I will do just the same and add my FW: to all of their names.
Like a new Sasquatch I have seen them it’s true.

I have not seen them or heard even a word. Still I get letters, petitions and some really odd pictures, cute little snippets of Hillary or Bill, some are real funny but often a bore. Forwarded to me with nothing to do, just church and a business and grandkids a few.
Like a new Sasquatch I have seen them it’s true.

Fw:FW:Fw so hard to pronounce, no signature made. Fw:FW:Fw must be who they are and those that they seek. Fw: finds FW: and now really fast. Inboxes fill up and I’m really aghast Fw:FW:Fw becomes Fw:FW:Fw:Fw:Fw:Fw:Fw:Fw:Fw… now really fast. As Fw finds Fw and delights in their find and sends it to others they think will not mind.
Like a new Sasquatch I have seen them it’s true.

They must not speak English or even some Yiddish. How do I know? you say with a sneer…
I’ve sent greetings and love and compliments few. But I’ve not received even a word or two new. They send me pictures and print and power point shows, videos, links and some really low blows.
Like a new Sasquatch I have seen them it’s true.

I would love some real words, of the life they do lead. Tell me about Elmo or how Sally is doing. About your new job or weird Uncle Bob. But, how do you speak and what do you say to people whose correspondence goes only one way? Where do they live and what do they do? This really strange people with the short little names.
Like a new Sasquatch I have seen them it’s true.

I hope none are offended, you are really dear, but rather than FW, I hold your words dear.
I hear the little pop that tells me once more, some litlle mail has come to my box. With growing high hopes, I hear my heart say. “Could this be the day I’ll hear from that land far away?” Nevertheless it’s from Fw to Fw:FW:Fw and they just knew I needed this news. Barack is a Muslim or McCain a warmonger.
I have seen Sasquatch I know that it’s true!

I reach for the button my finger still sore, the key dull and faded DELETE I strike once more.
Who are these people that send without words, stuff they were given and then pass it along ?

Like a new Sasquatch I have seen them it’s true!

I Must be in So-Cal

I must be in So-Cal

Sunny and warm not a dull gray,
Pleasant memory, what I like about So-Cal.

Donned a T-shirt not some old sweater.
Funny, here, there’s really no weather.
I must be in SoCal!

Out the front door, sky is hazy light blue,
As the real sky fights to push through.
I must be in SoCal!

I greet passers by with a nod and a smile.
In return what I get, is just a cold scowl.
I must be in SoCal!

“Hey! Good Morning!” to the gal at Starbucks.
All she does is grab for my bucks.
I must be in SoCal!

There is one cushy seat next to a gent.
On my greeting I'm sent, not even a word,
just a low grumble and murmuring scowl.

I must be in SoCal!

Happy New Years to all my family and friends.

If it seems I’ve forgotten or my attention has waned,
I have this New Year at least for a day,
If my behavior’s deficient, my gifts and service found wanting,
I have a New Year at least for a day,
to take another run at it, make a new effort, give it a go and crank up the engine.
I have a New Year at least for a day,
to be a better husband, father, and friend,
a better brother and son my desire to be.
I have a New Year at least for a day,
to be a better follower and servant of Christ,
God should always be first and for that do i thirst,
I have a New Year at least for a day,
If you have made it this far, great patience you have.
You’ve put up with me well and you’re a real pal.

Have a Happy New Year at least for a day,
for only God knows the minutes, hours and days,
my greatest desire is that they’re used well.
And If God wills it and we see one more year,
I pray we’ve moved ahead some and never arrived.
If God wills it and we see one more Year,
I hope these requests still haven’t changed,
and when we look back we can all say,
we have had a healthier, happier and prosperous Year.

Have a Happy New Year at least for a Day.

Girl and city settle suit over seats in theatre

ArticleThe city puts a young lady in a wheelchair at the back of the bus(theater) to save a dollar, and the story ends by costing the city $190,000.
Let’s see, in January 2008 lawyer makes administrative claim for a teenage girl in wheelchair so she could see the theater from the orchestra section. It would have cost city $80,000 to make necessary repairs. But the city let the time for reply lapse (translate- ignored it). Mother and daughter sue and the city settles the suit for the $80,000 in repairs plus another $190,000 because they let time “lapse”. One definition of lapse is “to stop doing something gradually”. It seems the powers that be are very good at stopping doing something gradually. Is this why nothing gets done in Sacramento?
The icing on the cake is they do it in response to a suit over a disabled girl’s wish to see the theater. What will it be next? Eliminating safe crossings for kindergartners.
Save some pocket change, forget the people and keep the royal kingdom of the High Council of Cronies in Ol’ Sack bumping along. One step forward and two back.

Sacramento Cronies try to keep us in the dark ages

A little background for those who don't live in Sacramento.-
In November '08 we elected Kevin Johnson a former NBA star as mayor.
Since then he has tried to move our city forward, but a bunch of old, crotchety, comfortable cronies sit and oppose everything that resembles progress that Kevin's charisma, connections and just plain chutzpah have been trying to do.
Namely a sports and entertainment complex.

This is my letter to the editor regarding this story from the front page. (It's a great story)

An expert in “hardball” is just what Sacramento needs to bang against the hard heads that have stalled Sacramento for so long. Instead of rusting rails and more manure, we desperately need a “Master of Disaster” to come stir things up. I for one applaud Mayor Kevin Johnsons efforts to build an entertainment and sports complex in Sacramento.
The looming fear that haunts me though, is that the old guard will keep guarding and never really proceed forward. I am continually amazed but not surprised at the ruling party’s rancor whenever Kevin Johnson’s connections, charisma or chutzpah are let out of the bag. The mayor has made an excellent choice and demonstrated once again that given the opportunity to govern as a strong mayor, our city would finally be given the green light to move ahead into what should be called “world class”.
Will the old guard move aside and let the people that move things, move them?
If not, we might as well change the signs at the city limits to “Here lies Old Sack-Lots of Giddy Up but not enough Go”.

A Thanksgiving Tale

I felt the sticky, crunchy crack as I opened my eyes, while my mind came to life after a night of very strange dreams brought on by too much food consumed with abandon at the church potluck.
The icy cold in the house was the kind of cold that only people in cabins are suppose know. Then I hazily remember the unwanted fact that I am without heat and have been for some seven days running. The old tired furnace it’s brain perhaps fried tries like a hero to awaken a flame but as soon as it fires it falls back to sleep. “I can relate my old friend.” But right now my bank account says you will stay cold for awhile.
When I have valiantly managed to open my eyes the argument starts.
“I think I’ll just lie here awhile” “You have many things to do” It’s a holiday take a break” “Maybe I’m missing something”. Finally the pain that is the only thing really awake in this icy chill house, wins the argument it never entered. I brave coming out of the covers and run at a slow hobble to the room everyone knows. As I read the last story in Grisham’s new book my mind starts to whir like an old factory on Monday. With well worn machinery clunking and banging and springing to life the thoughts for today begin to clock in. We’re going to Sheri and Shawn’s for Thanksgiving Dinner. Thanksgiving? It’s Thanksgiving 2009 wasn’t ’08 just the last week?
My mind ingloriously wins the battle and with groaning opposition the old body stands on it’s feet. My body cries “oil can” as it descends the mountain of carpeted steps. Set the tea pot to boil, take all your meds, the same old routine set in motion each day. Another gaping, morning breath yawn, another stretch of my quarrelling body and it’s off to the door. One of my life’s greatest pleasures awaits in the gray cold, waiting for my arrival and even calling my name. My own personal copy delivered each day right to my doorstep. I need not even take a step out the door, what great aim and delivery it’s always in reach.
I bristle with horror at what greets me this day. My black and white treasure sits strapped to the back of a grotesquely huge bundle of slick and brightly colored ads. Looking very anemic and weak and with a sign of surrender it’s even bent at the middle where a wide rubber band holds my newspaper to this bundle of ads like a cowboy on a huge bucking bull. The news and concerns of the day with really no hope are still trying to shake off the incessant need for more stuff.

Strapped to it’s back like a grotesque sucking leech draining every last drop of what’s really important sits this bundle of ads throbbing and pulsing with a faint hum. It beckons all comers with promised delight. “Just charge it” the hideous mass croons. “After all it’s your family”. With a creaky old voice it accuses “what will people think if you only get what you can afford” With the voice of a news commentator it cries “do your part” “help the economy” “these deals won’t last long”.
With a voice sweet like honey it promises glorious pleasures of PCs and iPhones(I bought mine last week). iPods and game stations, TVs with screens the size of garage doors. Would our ancestors be shocked at the size of the screens? Would they reel and faint hearing we spent a thousand bucks on it? Would they think us even bigger fools yet to know that we charged it? and continue to grow our debt. Would they really consider our standard of living better than theirs? Would we be envied by anyone over 10?
I would like a new plasma since mine was ripped off a year or so back. But after witnessing the horrible sight of my beloved newspaper’s life being sucked out by the slippery, shiny ads. I’ll go make some sweet potatoes and ham and head to my daughter’s house for a great time. It won’t cost a thousand and it won’t grow the debt. It will never wear out and it’ll be remembered for years.
We only have one Thanksgiving 2009 let’s make it count.