Let My Life Count

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Let My Life Count

Oh, Lord, help me make my life count.

This week I have been in Phoenix as the representative for the City of Houston for the International Association of Civil Aviation Chaplains (www.iacac.ws), a group which I have been a member for twelve years.  The association is comprised of multi-denominations from around the world—largely Europe.  I met some wonderful people through the years from every Christian background imaginable and a few other faiths as well.  Annually we convene, confer and worship on a different continent and in a different style church.… Continue reading

The Storm

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The Storm

From my protected window three stories above the beach I am looking at a raging sea.  The wind has blown in and violently churned the waves into frenzy.  The water is no longer clear but whipped green and frothy.  The seagulls that normally float effortlessly on the rising wind currents are hunkered down on the beach in the lowest dip they can find.  The beach chairs have blown around and the umbrellas that shade them are shuttered down to prevent them from snapping like dry twigs in the forest.  The people who normally populate the beach have scattered into their dry and safe condos all along the beach.  We are in a storm.… Continue reading

Lessons From A Preschooler

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Lessons From A Preschooler

My granddaughter just taught me another lesson. Bouncing in to my room to deliver some clippers, she handed them to me and I noticed that she had Sponge-Bob band-aids on both thumbs. I began to wail and carry-on like her arms had been cut off with a machete. I lamented that she had hurt herself and that she shouldn’t do that to her best thumbs and generally went pseudo-berserk to get the attention of my four-year-old granddaughter. She kept trying to interject something into my tirade of whining and crying and blubbering about her poor defenseless thumbs but I was louder than anything she was trying to interpose.… Continue reading

The Green Hornet and The Ditch

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The Green Hornet and The Ditch

The van was a forest-green Chevrolet. It was a one-ton vehicle with a suspension so rough and bouncy you had to stop at the dentist office every so often to get your teeth tightened up, and it had a 454 cubic inch engine that enabled that 1980 twelve-passenger van to pass everything on the road but a gas station. Whatever trailer was hooked behind that van was going to be pulled effortlessly down the highway. That van did not have style, but it had muscle and could easily pull 10,000 pounds of cargo.… Continue reading

Honor Is Gasping For Breath

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Honor Is Gasping For Breath

I want to honor, but honor is gasping for breath. The hills seem all uphill now with no gentle valleys to let honor breathe, and the roads have turned from pavement to rutted dirt preventing the purpose of the road, conveyance of passengers, from accomplishing its mission. The travelers that should be moving along honor’s path have slowed to a trickle and in some places, stopped. The road for honor to travel is weed-filled and treacherous, hiding and harboring enemies of the idea of giving honor the place God commanded.… Continue reading

Settle Down

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Settle Down

Settle down.

That’s right. Settle down. You are going to put yourself in a hive. The situation may be bad and terrifying, but letting your imagination and emotions run wild will only increase the intensity of what is happening. You are going to make the situation worse by injecting all your angst and fear into what is already a very tense situation. So settle down.… Continue reading

Have You Got Worms?

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Have You Got Worms?

Juan Hernandez just told me I’ve got worms.

Maybe that’s why I don’t feel well. And then through my pathetic Spanglish I comprehend that I don’t personally have worms but there are worms in the grass in my fields and they are going to eat me out of house and home if I don’t do something about it. The worms are of the Spodoptera frugiperda variety and they love Bermuda grass that has been highly fertilized. They are discerning little buggers and they won’t eat trash grass or unimproved grass; they have a taste for the grass that makes the best cow and horse hay in the Gulf Coast. They are called armyworms because they march across fields like an army taking new territory, and when they walk through your field you’ll have nothing but a bare field when they are gone. Nothing. Nada. Nil.… Continue reading

God and Mr. Bean

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God and Mr. Bean

I wish you knew Ed Bean. My story from many years ago would mean more to you if you did.

Growing crops or hay requires good soil, good rain and good timing. If any one of those three ingredients are missing then the crop will fail. So I walk out in the field and look around at the withering crop and wonder. I think I have done all my homework and I can’t figure out what has happened because I should be standing knee deep in Coastal Bermuda grass; a highly palatable forage for horses and cows. Instead of walking through a lush, verdant, green field, I am standing in a wilted, yellowish-green, scattered field of nothingness.… Continue reading