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I am a man with a great love for my Lord, the church and her members, and for coffee, strong and black.
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Everything I say here is my own opinion. Why in the world would I hold someone else's opinion?

Thursday, September 23, 2010

middle of the night rambling

I will sing of the Lord's great love forever; with my mouth I will make your faithfulness known through all generations. (Psalm 89:1)

It is the middle of the night – 2:52AM to be exact – and for some reason I woke up. I was thinking about several things and figured I might as well get up for a while.

I was thinking about class tonight. A woman told me thank you for what I did. I asked what was it that I did. She said you listened to me ask my questions without laughing at them. I asked, what moron would laugh. She said a lot would. She felt her questions laughable in their simplicity and basicness (if that is a word)..

That was kind of sad. The only way to learn is to ask. A doctor was telling some people something about the man they were in the hospital with the other day and I stopped him and asked what a word meant. He looked a bit put out (primarily because he was full of himself and was talking to the unwashed) but answered me.

I do that a lot with Ella’s doctors. Since hers is a neurological disorder, there are a lot of specialty words that the doctors (I believe) like to use to show their learning.

Preachers do the same sometimes, and it makes people reluctant to ask questions. Theology is rampant with big words. When they cannot ask for fear of ridicule that means they have unresolved problems and end up wasting their time in the class. I want them to get something out of it beyond my own ability to conjure up big words.

The second thing I was thinking about was a check we got in the mail – totally unsolicited – from some friends in another church. We have convention coming up and I will be ordained. my rooms are taken care of as is my registration. I wasn’t sure how we were going to pay for gas and food. Now we do. God be praised.

It amazes me how this happens. We have a severe need and somehow, God fills it.

The other thing I was thinking about is that a church that recently opened a block away from us is having a tent revival. They are another Pentecostal organization and it took me back when they came in. There was an odd Lutheran building that was unoccupied that we had talked about the possibility of getting when we got large enough.

One day it was rented. My first thought was, Great. That is a sarcastic great, not a regular one. Just what we need.

When I came by and they were setting up the tent, I stopped to see. I have met the pastor before, and wanted to say hi. The man who had come from Arizona came out and talked to me for about an hour. He is a talker, so mostly I listened, a talent I have acquired within the past couple of years.

I worry about the reception it he neighborhood. A 60X60 tent on the parking lot of a church in a residential neighborhood could cause some problems, especially in today’s world of griping at churches being allowed.

On the one hand, I pray for their success. On the other, I hate the thought of similar-minded churches a block apart. They are a totally different denomination, but still.

The last thing is a new song I introduced last Sunday, one of my favorites. It has a catchy tune and a neat move to it. We sang it about 15 years ago a lot, but not lately.

The church loved it. I sang it again tonight before Bible class and they loved it. They want to sing it again next Sunday. I was glad. It comes from one of my all time favorite CD’s which is missing. That hurts since it is out of print (or whatever CD’s are out of) and I don’t know if I can get another copy. Fortunately, I have the book so the piano player can see the sheet music.

I think I might bring another out in a couple of weeks. This CD (Lion of Judah, by Dave Bell) really struck a chord with us.

One last thing. I need to restring my 12 string guitar. That is a pain in the neck, but it is beginning to sound like I am strumming guy wires or something. Just not good anymore. A 12 string lasts longer than a 6 string in quality, but it is not eternal.

It is 3:20. I wonder if I can go back to sleep now.

I praise his name and will sing of him forever.

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