Archives 04/13/02
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Children with Broken Toys..a dedication
Now That's Funny
About Mac
Mono, the Joys of :-p
For my boys..
Pardon Me, Do You Have The Time?
Do Unto Others??
Words of Wisdom...well, words, anyway..
I'm Scared of SUV's
A Little Advice
More of Macs Wisdom =) or lack thereof..
Book Reviews:
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Contact Me
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Signs and Wonders...
From the Cobwebs of my Mind
More Cobwebs, Less Mind
In Honor and Memory
Brother Against Brother
War, or Battle?

You do not want to have it, But when you do have it,

You do not want to lose it? What is it?


A Lawsuit.

"Stand for Something!!"

So many people float through life taking the path of least resisitance. Like a twig in a river. Flowing from side to side, slowing when the flow slows, and speeding up again in the rapids.

My own experience is that we humans need something to do. A path, or a plan. Something to define who and what we are. I once heard the statement, "I wanna be doing something...even if its just making mistakes". I believe that this is very true and fitting.

An open mind is a good thing in the right balance. Yet, to be so openminded to the point we don't know what to believe, or we don't believe anything is a real problem. A Christian music artists song years ago, put it, 'so openminded that your brain leaked out'.

I believe that we ought to be openminded enough so that we don't overlook insight, and life lessons. Yet, to prevent the moss from gathering, to keep us from falling for anything, we must have a foundation to build on. Something to work with. Cults, clubs, and camps are full of people who had no thoughts of their own. They were searching for something. Shallow and empty they went forth, openminded. With no foundation or basic belief in anything, they were easy targets. There are those out there who prey on just such people.

Dont be the twig floating down the stream at the mercy of the circumstances around it. Eventually that stream hits the falls. Aimless twigs go over.

We were never meant to simply be products of our environment. We are to be lights to a dark world. Joy to the sad and desperate, and hope to the hopeless.

I, for one, want to be keeping myself busy. I want to be in the middle of a project when I go. Not waiting around for check out time. Retired from life, waiting to die, instead of going about the business of living.

There are millions of paths we can take. Some are right, and some are wrong. Don't fool yourself. There is a wrong way to go. As I told a dear friend recently, think long and hard before doing something questionable. Wrong is wrong, no matter how you try to justify it.

If youre sitting around waiting for everyone else to do everything. Quit it! Stop being scared and lazy and do the right thing. Youll be rewarded, and those around you just might, as well.

There is a saying, "Stand for something, or youll fall for anything". Think about it. These words are so true.

If you don't believe in something, its time to start. Draw some lines. Make some choices. Not blindly, and without thought, but definitively. Even if it turns out to be a mistake. If you are actively seeking truth, honestly and deeply. I believe with my whole heart that the Truth will find you.

Daily, what? Good question. As you read more and more through this site, hopefully, you will find many things daily. I won't say daily devotionals, or any other one thing, necessarily. Yet, I hope that there is always something here that will help and uplift you daily. As we walk, together, with Him, 'daily'.

As I struggle through this crazy and imperfect world, I tend to be a little crazy and imperfect along the way. I won't even begin to front and tell you that I'm anything I'm not. I will, and do, however, invite you to come along for the ride.

Meet Roy the Drunk...

Roy walks into the front door of a bar. He is obviously drunk, and staggers up to the bar, seats himself on a stool and, with a belch, asks the bartender for a drink. The bartender politely informs Roy that it appears that he has already had plenty to drink, he could not be served additional liquor at this bar, and could a cab be called for him? Roy is briefly surprised, then softly scoffs, grumbles, climbs down off the bar stool and staggers out the front door.

 A few minutes later, Roy stumbles in the SIDE door of the "same" bar. He wobbles up to the bar and hollers for a drink. The bartender comes over and, still politely but more firmly, refuses service to him due to his inebriation, and again offers to call a cab. He looks at the bartender for a moment angrily, curses, and shows himself out the side door, all the while grumbling and shaking his head.

A few minutes later, Roy bursts in through the BACK door of the bar. He plops himself up on a bar stool, gathers his wits and belligerently orders a drink. The bartender comes over and emphatically reminds him that he is clearly drunk, will be served no drinks, and either a cab or the police will be called immediately. Roy surprisingly looks at the bartender, and in hopeless anguish, cries - "MAAAN! How many bars do you work at!?!?!"

Well, "Dreamhouse" is completely posted
 now.  Read it, and let me know what you
 think.  I appreciate all of your comments. 
The sequel is in the works.  Read more about
 that on the 'little about mac' page. 
To read
 the entire story, just click on the link below
 and you will be taken directly to it. 
Have fun!

"Choices & Consequences"

Why does God hate me? Where is He when I need Him? Why doesnt He help me? God doesnt care about me. Finally, THERE IS NO GOD..

One of my best friends in the world said to me recently, that 10% of life just happens, and the other 90% is the result of how we react to the 10%. How very true that is.

There is so much of life that comes along no matter what you do, or who you are. Sickness, betrayal, disaster. We have no control of these very real, and very COMMON things.

We do have control over our choice of how we react to these things. We can "curse God and die" (Job 2:9), when we are faced with sickness, or stand our ground and say, "I know that You can do all things.." (Job 42:2). We can die defeated, or reap the benefits of His blessings for being in His will. No matter what comes.

We can give in to betrayal by becoming the betray-or. Make someone elses sin our own. Or we can hate their sin, but love the person.

Disaster comes to everyone in all different forms. We can take it as a personal attack, or we can understand that, "all things work together for good to them that love God," (Romans 8:28)

Where is your life? Are you happy with it? Pleased with its direction and circumstances? If youre not, please, hear me out.

A wise man once said, "for every action, there is a reaction". This is so true. Not just scientifically, but spiritually.

The saying, "you reap what you sow", is not just a clever saying. Its a direct Biblical statement. "Be not deceived: God is not mocked: for whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap." (Galatians 6:7)

So many good and decent people are wandering the earth unhappy, confused, and lost, going from mistake to mistake and consequence to consequence because they dont realize that they have a choice.

Surely there are those things that we have to endure. People get sick and die, betrayals happen, and tragedy will strike every life sooner or later. However, your job, your marriage, and any other aspect of your life is directly linked to your choices.

I had a friend years ago who showed me a great example of this. She lived a wild life of drugs, sexual immorality, and cold indifference toward God. She lived life according to her whims, and desires without regard to her consequences. She and her boyfriend who lived the same way, ran blindly through each day from high to high, and bad choice to bad choice.

Then came the day when she showed up at my door hysterical and desperate. She was young, unwed, and pregnant. She very much wanted an abortion, but for whatever reason, needed my approval.

I told her that I would support her through her pregnancy and whatever other consequence came, but would not give her the out of approval to kill her baby.

This is just an example of the many consequences of sin. Bad decisions and tough consequences.

Had she obeyed God and acted according to His will she would have avoided so much hurt and inner struggle. Yet, in the end, God did make good out of the bad.

My friend had a beautiful and healthy baby girl named Molly. She became precious to her and the bond of mother and daughter began.

Whoever you are and whatever your situation. Look back at the choices that got you there. If you made a mistake, stop right there. Seek God and His righteousness. (Matthew 6:33) Hell guide you to a good harvest. Reaping good consequences as a result of your good choices.

Please dont get the idea that since you have already screwed up and are living in a bad consequence of a bad decision that you have nothing to lose. Whats one more bad choice? That is a lie from your enemy.

Its never too late to start making good choices.

I want to make the right choices. To live a life that is in Gods will. I want to seek His will and then act on it.

I know and trust God. I know if I make the right decisions. He will take care of me and bless my actions.

Will life be easy and carefree? Not likely, in fact, probably not. It will just be better, and so much more fulfilling. You wont have to live your life waiting for the other shoe to drop. The result of another bad decision.

If youre about to make a decision, especially a crucial one, think about Him, and by all means...think about the consequences.

God bless you dear friends...


As the day starts with the sunrise,

I feel the stress in my tired eyes.

Weak and sick, my stomach tense,

A blur of thoughts, try to make sense.

Ive come this far based on trust,

Ive kept going because I must.

God is with me, I know its true,

Hell bring joy, restoration, too.

Things have happened, I dont know why,

My hearts so heavy I want to cry.

If theres a God, I know there is,

Hes there for me, Im truly His.

Im here and now, I will win,

His death has promised, death of sin.

Though all against me, I can stand,

Im upheld, strong in His right hand.

Thank You Jesus for saving me,

Saving my soul and setting me free.


Walking guy
Gospel on the Go...

1 Minute Sermons:
Be Fishers of Men . . . You catch 'em, He'll Clean 'em.
A family altar can alter a family.
A lot of kneeling will keep you in good standing.
Don't put a question mark where God put a period.
Exercise daily. Walk with the Lord!
Forbidden fruits create many jams.
Give God what's right, not what's left!
Give Satan an inch and he'll be a ruler.
God doesn't call the qualified, He qualifies the called.
God grades on the cross, not the curve.
God loves everyone, but probably prefers "fruits of the spirit" over
"religious nuts"!
God promises a safe landing, not a calm passage.
Having truth decay? Brush up on your Bible!
He who angers you, controls you!
He who is good at making excuses is seldom good for anything else.
He who kneels before God can stand before anyone!
Kindness is difficult to give away because it keeps coming back.
Most people want to serve God, but only in an advisory capacity.
Never give the devil a ride! He will always want to drive!
Nothing ruins the truth like stretching it.
Plan ahead. It wasn't raining when Noah built the ark.
"Pray" is a four letter word that you can say anywhere.
Prayer - Don't give God instructions - just report for duty!
This church is "Prayer Conditioned"!
To be almost saved is to be totally lost.
WARNING: Exposure to the Son may prevent burning!
Watch your step carefully! Everyone else does!
We don't change the message, the message changes us.
We set the sail; God makes the wind.
We're too blessed to be depressed.
Wisdom has two parts: 1) Having a lot to say. 2) Not saying it.

"Be strong and courageous.  Do not be afraid or terrified because of them, for the Lord your God goes with you;  He will never leave you nor forsake you."
-Deuteronomy 31:6  NIV

"Though the world seems so undone,
I feel the hope of Gods own Son.
His loving heart walks us through,
Ever close He holds us, too.
I'm not always what I should,
Or do I do the things I could.
Lord teach me to truly love,
Be pure of heart like a dove."
   I know some day it will all be worth, the hassles and long days.  The times of worry and discontent. 
   The day I walk on streets of gold and am surrounded by the ones we fought so hard to touch. 
   God grant blessing and a special thing to make us different than the false and feeble ones. 
   This world has gotten out of hand,  but love will flow from this heart.  Not for respect, money, or things, but because EVERYONE, young and old, deserves every chance. 
   As to the very last breath.......

A Sunday School teacher asked her class why Joseph and Mary took Jesus with them to Jerusalem. A small child replied: "They couldn't get a baby-sitter."

My 'style' of ministry or discipleship is, I believe, the way God called it. His choice of instruments to do His will.

He could have chosen a football player, jock, deep voiced, and handsome. He could have chosen the popular and perfect. He chose me. This is not to say that there is much more to me than meets the eye. Although, from a certain point of view, this is true. Its simply that, as the Bible says, in I Corinthians 1:27 KJV, He uses the foolish and the weak. More or less, to make Himself the hero, not the personality of the servant. I love and
understand that, but so many don't. It's frustrating, and crushes me sometimes.

I want to be obedient. You know what? That's exactly what God wants us to be, too.

"While I agree that it is true we should look ahead, setting goals for bigger and better things. I also agree, that we should enjoy here, while we're here, because there's no here, there."


A very dirty little fellow came in from playing in the yard and asked his mother, "Who am I? " Ready to play the game she said, "I don't know! Who are you?" "WOW!" cried the child. "Mrs. Johnson was right! She said I was so dirty, my own mother wouldn't recognize me!"

Update, update, update....

The sequel to 'Dreamhouse' is coming along nicely, though not as quickly as I had hoped.  'Spooked', will be posted chapter by chapter just as its predecessor was.  I will keep you informed.

The online store that I spoke of the last update, 'A Thousand Words', has been delayed because of other projects, and technical setbacks, but it's still in the making, and will be out soon.  An addition to this offering is another one not made public until now.  I am working on a booklet of my poems and photography.  I'll be selling them, as inexpensively as I can offer them and still make a small profit.  I hope to make a quality product that you will enjoy.  If I can't make it that, it won't happen.  Period.

The Easter play that I wrote, and directed went really well.  The kids were wonderful considering their ages and the amount of practice they had.  Everyone who attended that spoke to me, was pleasantly surprised, and patted me on the back.  The thing that touched me more, was the number of people, including the cast, that seemed truly touched by it.  Of that, I am humbled, and grateful.

April is here and my favorite season is here.  Springtime and everything is fresh and new.  Still a little cold and winterlike where I live, but it's in the air, and the robins are back and preparing to raise their young.  I feel so alive and encouraged.  I want to do so much, all at the same time.  New beginnings, and fresh starts....ya gotta love that.

As always, take care, and hey, thanks for reading my life.......LM

In this column, I'll talk about some of my deepest beliefs.

Not necessarily the rock solid facts, but how I see them. For example:

Faith- "Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see." -Hebrews 11:1 NIV

Faith is an issue that was relevant in both the old and new testaments. We practice it, in some form, every day.

Faith in our legs, that theyll work when we attempt to stand. Faith in the floor to support us when we stand. Faith in electricity to wake us, and to brighten and simplify our homes once we are awake. Faith of a new morning when we go to bed at night.

We practice faith in physics all of the time. Most often, for most of us, unknowingly.

Why then, do we have so much trouble having faith in God? Faith in the Bible? In the existence of the very creator who invented physics and the laws thereof? Why?

Its easy to have faith in our legs, they are proven. Yes, and no. We start using our legs as babies. We believe in them and what they can do, before we have ever done anything with them. Eventually, our legs are proven. Based, that is, on a healthy and average body. Yet, our legs do fail us sometimes. Sometimes they just dont do what we want them to. Our God is proven, as well. Not always in the ways that we would like. A nice little box that plays music and twirls. Only our song, and only at our command.

Should we choose not to walk because we dont completely understand how and why our legs function the way they do?


Floors can be beautiful on the surface. They may appear to be strong and stable. Yet, termite ridden and rotten underneath. The true strength of a floor is how solid it is when tested and tried.


Electricity is invisible. You can neither see, nor hear it. Although when harnessed and directed, it sparks, buzzes, and performs its task. The proof of its existence is clear for all to see. It even makes itself known naturally when the elements of nature are just right. Harnessable and directable, only, according to its laws. Not ours. Sometimes going a completely different direction than the path we would have chosen for it.


Some would say that doubt is a natural thing. To a great extent, it probably is. Yet, faith in certain things is never questioned.

The timeless and the awesome example: How can you know there is air? Because its inside you. You feel its affects. See its affects, and depend on it to sustain all of life. Its sometimes docile and seemingly non-existent. Other times it tosses homes and automobiles like they were toys. Displaying, invisible power, with visible results.


Still there is doubt. A new morning has come every single day of every one of our lives. Still there are those who question the coming morning. So, is actual evidence, or pattern, or logic enough? Nope.


I believe that there are lessons to be learned here. It starts with the accusation of the secular world that God is a crutch. A system of beliefs set up to comfort and encourage.

I whole-heartedly agree. However, allow me to go a step further and submit this challenge to that statement. Have you ever known anyone able to gain strength and stability from a crutch that did not exist? I think not.

Either it helps and is proven by its mere use and strength, or it doesnt and the person leaning on it falls flat on their face. You can not stand, or lean on something that isnt there.

Again, this is not a religious statement based solely on scripture. Its simple physics.

The same people who claim to disprove God and the Bible because of faith issues, practice faith in their own lives daily.

One would think it hypocritical to belittle Christian faith, and then practice seemingly more outlandish faith of their own.

For example; Why is it that we will happily climb aboard a great big aluminum tube weighing tons, filled with highly flammable liquid, allow ourselves to be sealed up inside, and hurled through the air at 350 miles per hour? Totally believing in the laws of physics, the power of the engines, and the skill of the pilot. All things we cant be sure of completely.

Were probably not well versed in physics, or the technical aspects of the power of or type of the engines. And, we almost certainly do not know the pilot personally. We often never even see the pilot.

Yet, there we are. We would seem fools, but again, and again this method has been proven. Not always understood, but tried and true just the same. This is also.....Faith..

Sure their are factors that can effect the success. I submit that this is exactly the way faith, Christianity, and God works.

The laws, the skills, the creator to make it all work, and the faith of those of us willing to believe in things we do not see, and can not touch.


02/22/02 L. M.

"When TV was Young"

I was saddened to learn that legendary comedienne and TV personality, Milton Berle, had died. Not just because I think he was a funny and talented man, although I do think he was. No, it was more, the passing of an era. Something that has been a long time coming, but now seems complete somehow.

Uncle Miltie, was 93, and died from cancer. He had been in failing health a year or so. This seems significant, as well.

TV is a wonderful medium that was, in large part, made successful due to, Mr. Television, Milton Berle. His show was on 4 out of 5 existing sets when television was in its infancy. It was an exciting time, to be sure.

Im not against TV. I have two myself, and would have one more if I could afford it. There is a moral deterioration of TV, though, and it saddens and sickens me. Im not plugging a return to censorship extremism. I do, however, miss the good old days.

Oh, there is always something for extremists to complain about. Uncle Miltie wore a dress, Elvis wiggled his pelvis. We couldnt allow TV to show Dick Van Dyke and his, then, TV wife, Mary Tyler-Moore to share a bed. Nor were Lucy and Desi, and they were married in real life. We were very, if not ultra, strict back then.

As time went on, couples could share a bed as long as one of them kept their feet on the floor. Guys dressed in dresses became less shocking. Now couples in bed simulate sex on TV nightly. Its not uncommon to see gay couples on major series, and networks, kissing and holding hands on TV. Entire plots are dedicated to the lifestyle of the sexual and homosexual.

Language used on TV was very conservative. Gosh and darn were never used next to each other. Profanity in its simplest form was not allowed. If anything objectionable was shown, viewers nationwide would flood Hollywood with harsh letters and calls condemning the questionable acts or statements. And, guess what? Hollywood cared about what people thought. After all, the sponsors cared, therefore they had to, as well.

Recently, I was housesitting for a friend. I was lying on the couch watching some movie, a relatively safe one, I might add. When I fell asleep with the TV on. I awoke an hour later, to what could only be described as porn. I was shocked, and even though I was alone in the room, embarrassed.

This happened two more nights while I was there, until I realized how this was happening. Some channels, especially sattelite channels, as was this case, offer soft porn after 11pm. Decent, almost family shows up until then, and then porn.

Another time, recently, I was watching regular, primetime TV, with my parents. I wasnt paying close attention, but thought I heard someone say G__ D___. I was shocked, and asked if I had just heard what I thought I heard. My parents, good, clean, and decent folks, hadnt heard it. So I began to think I misunderstood the actor. Nope. Before we knew it, the same man repeated the same two words, taking Gods name in vain on TV two more times. He may have continued to do so, I dont know. We changed channels for want of something less offensive.

Lastly, have you noticed that sex, and nudity is in every aspect of TV? Even commercials.

At my count, and to my knowledge, there are two commercials on primetime, network TV that show a flash of total nudity. You have to see them a few times before you realize what you are seeing, but once you see it, you can not avoid seeing it.

While I enjoy some TV, and am so thankful for many hours of enjoyment, and information it provides. It seems to me that the cancer of immorality, and perversion has been and is sucking the goodness and life out of it. How long before good, quality TV goes the way of Mr. Berle?

Im learning to spend my time a little wiser and a little cleaner. No one should be made to feel dirty and immoral simply for watching a little TV. Yet, this is where we have come from those days that Milton Berle was, Uncle Miltie. Those days when, TV was young.

"Where am I?"

Before I get neck deep in a deadly quicksand, I should state the following. I appreciate America for so many reasons. Our freedoms, ideals, and many cultures. There is, in my opinion, no race better than another, and no financial bracket a better class of people. People can be whatever they choose to be. If you choose to be a winner, and are willing to work toward your goals you have the same chance as the next guy. Not, because you are the same, but because everyone is different. Cultures are different, races are different, religions are different, and even geographical locations can make a difference. Yet, even the aristocratic and privileged have struggles, and their own set of hurdles to jump. We all look at other people and speculate that they have it better, or easier. Yet, we do not know the struggles that come with fame, education, or race.

Having said all of that, allow me to vent a personal frustration of mine. I say all this with no malice and no prejudice toward anyone. A simple observation and thought from a simple man.

Have you purchased a radio, computer, or any type of product that comes with a handbook lately? Have you tried to assemble anything according to the manufacturers instructions?

If you have you'll recognize what I'm talking about, right away. You actually have to search for English instructions. What could easily be one page of instructions is now a booklet with 2, 3, 4, or more versions of the same instructions.

There is, in my community, more than one fast food restaurant where you have to frantically search the menu for English. Where cashiers, and cooks alike, speak broken English at best, and work almost entirely in another tongue. Where even the restrooms are labeled in two languages.

Multicultural living can be a beautiful, educational, and rewarding experience. Of that, I am sure. I am supportive and very receptive to the input and talents of other nationalities. Please don't misunderstand. We're all a part of one body. At least in my opinion.

However, not everyone understands or believes, that we are all a part of one country. That one countrys national language is....(100 points, if you know), English. Yet, a surprising number of American citizens do not speak English. This, is not the pathetic part. The part that is so amazing is that people move to this country because it is a great country with opportunities that they didn't have in their homeland. Yet, to ask them to learn our national language is too much? Instead of teaching them, and strongly encouraging them, we are teaching our English-Americans their languages, and changing our signs, and menus to match their native tongue.

Again, I believe that the diversity of America is one of its strongest assets. I love this country and see its citizens as just that, citizens. It doesn't matter what color your skin is, or what type of accent you have. I admire those who struggle through classes, and sit under private tutoring to learn functional English. It can't be easy to enter an environment where everything is new and different. This is admirable and shows great strength of character and drive.

The difficulty comes when a group, or many groups of people enter an area and take it over as a miniature nation of their choice. It's just and right, in my opinion, that immigrants be able to make a home for themselves here. America is made up almost entirely of peoples who originally came from somewhere else. However, we have laws, and we have traditions that are American. Not Irish, Dutch, German, African, Mexican, Spanish, or any other one culture. We, as a group, make up this country, and its statutes. American citizens, carving America.

I'm confused and appalled when we change our existing American culture to suit incoming cultures. Are they not incoming? Aren't they becoming Americans, not the other way around?

I believe that all people shape this country, and rightfully so. It's a great thing, and from the right perspective, a great country.

Just one thought for our citizens of all races, religions, and financial brackets.... Let's keep America, America.

Thanks for reading..

** All verses taken from the NIV Bible unless otherwise stated. Interpretation of those verses are my personal opinions and convictions.

Zacchaeus... Luke 19:1-8
woman at the well... John 4:13-21

March 15, 2002-  Come as you are..

"He Knows My Name"

A, not so perfect, not so lovable, man wandered through the crowd of people. He was no one special. In fact, quite notorious and wicked. Dishonest, immoral, and not well liked by those who knew him.

The crowd pressed to see a man named Jesus. The other man wanted to see him, too. Why? Curiosity, hunger for change, selfish desire for more? Perhaps a combination of these things. I, personally, believe that the man was drawn, not by greed for more, but for meaning and contentment in his empty life. I believe that the man had a lot of things. Tangible and desirable by the worlds standards, but was starving for something. Meaning to his empty existence. His surroundings filled with so much, but his life and heart a barren wasteland.

He had to push and struggle to gain a vantage point to see the Christ. Even climbed a tree to get a good look.

As Jesus passed, you know the story. He called him by name and said, "Zacchaeus, come down." He knew Zacchaeus name. He reached out, not blindly in a blanket attempt to reach just anyone, but called him by name.

There was another who Jesus met at the well. A lost and hurting woman. One that the Bible describes to be promiscuous and immoral.

Jesus spoke to her with love and compassion. He knew of her life. He approached her with the explicit details. He knew who she was, but called her anyway. Right where she was.

There was another through the ages. Confused and hurting. Struggling just to live another day. He had grown cold of heart, and God seemed so far away.

Jesus approached him. Called me by name. He knew everything about me, but called me anyway. Right where I was.

Each story is different, but each one the same. He calls us where we are, He knows us by name, and He is aware of the shape of our hearts and minds. He is not intimidated by our circumstance. Quite the contrary. Thats why He came. He came to set the captives free. Thank God.

Thank God, He knows our name....


Thank God for friends...

I have to take the time and space to thank God for friends. I just spent a night away with friends at a little winter getaway. Just their families and mine. A nice motel with a pool and game room. Very nice in itself, but the time spent with my friends was the only amenity that I needed. Thank God for friends....

I love God, appreciate life, and most times am content with what I have. Last night was a special time, though. To truly appreciate friends, you have to notice them. You have to take the time to listen to the things they say. To hear what is coming from their hearts, not just the words that come from their mouths. Friends that truly care about the details of each others lives. Not just, "Hi, how are you?" They actually want to know what you had for breakfast, what your favorite color is, and what you think about when youre alone. They hurt when you do, and they laugh when you do, even if their life isnt all that funny. They feel with you. Thank God for friends....

Theres something, too, about friends that you have a history with. Friends that knew you when... They are the best kind. You know the type. They know all about you, but love you anyway. They are happy playing, doing, talking, or just sitting with you. They are friends. The very core of what friendship is. Thank God for friends....

I have truly been blessed with many friends. All types. Feel good friends, new friends, old friends, dependable ones, not so dependable ones, fair weather, and all weather. I am thankful for each one. They all mean so much to me. Thank God for friends....

Thank you Dan, Amy, Zack and Aaron. Thank you Steve, Nanc, and the girls. I appreciate so much you taking the time to spend with me and my son this weekend. Thanks for the invite, and thanks for the friendship. God bless you for all you are, and all you will be. Hang in there. Dont let all of the bad stuff from the past catch up to you. Youre all better than that. We love and appreciate you. THANK GOD FOR FRIENDS....

L.M. 03/10/02

In memory of  Eugene Franklin Hooks, most knew him as Bud, but some knew him simply as Dad. 

"Alcoholics for Life??"

Alcoholics Anonymous is an organization with Christian roots, with Christian principals, and for all intents and purposes is a good program. This article is not to tear down the organization, or anyone associated with it. I have a healthy respect for the program and know people who have truly been helped through and by the people there.

I have lots of people near and dear to me that are slaves to the bottle even as I write this. I ache for them when I see what alcohol and their dependence on it is doing to their lives. Their personal, emotional, and physical lives all deeply and negatively effected by a fluid in a bottle.

I have just recently finished reading a book about alcoholism entitled, "Getting Them Sober, volume 2". Some of the commentary in this article will be directly related to the book, and some simply my experience and beliefs.

First of all, I want to address the disease. I believe that there is a specific disease which renders certain people susceptible to alcohol dependence. I believe that it is hereditary and that it can be fatal if there is no action taken to stop it.

Having said that, the discussion begins. I do not believe that because you are born with a susceptibility to alcohol dependence that you are cursed to be an alcoholic, or are considered one. If that were true, I would be an alcoholic, as would my brother and dad. We come from a long line of drinking alcoholics, and by all rights could have gone the same way.

There are those that teach and stand on the theory that this is a disease just like cancer or polio or something. I dont argue with the fact that there is a genetic difference there, or even that it may be a disease. My struggles begin with calling someone an alcoholic 30 years after their last drink. If it is a disease just like any other, then this is asking for preferential treatment of this disease. If, for example, someone has cancer, and they get treatment for it, and it is determined to be cured. That person may say a lot of things, and use a lot of terms, but he doesnt go on for 30 years saying he is a cancer patient. A cancer survivor, yes. But, he no longer has cancer. Almost 30 years ago, my dad had cancer. It was a very scary time for us, and we waited and watched for any sign of its return. Dad was treated and then checked on a regular basis to make sure that it had not come back, and to keep on top of things if it did so they could treat it more intensely, and take care of the cancer. Yet, thank God, he was cured of his cancer. From a medical standpoint, the doctors did what they had to do, and from a spiritual standpoint everyone prayed, and together he was cured, and/or healed. Not to negate the doctors role, they did much for his healing, and we were and are thankful for everything they did. God was involved there as well. He guided and instructed the doctors, and insured that the cancer did not return. Our faith in the doctors, God, prayer, and in my dad. He was healed. He does not have cancer, but he definitely had it. To say that he does not have it now, in no way denies that there was a problem, nor does it mean that he could never get cancer again. Simply that he is not a cancer patient.

My opinion with alcoholism is similar to this. I know that this is an addiction/disease that runs deep. I know that without treatment and God, there is very little hope for someone dealing with the disease. I am not belittling the disease at all. Im simply saying that I believe that it can be cured, and that for someone to say that it can not, they are negating the power of God, the treatment, and the person who was treated.

If after 30 years a man goes back to drinking, he makes a conscious effort to do so. Yes, he may be susceptible, and in that respect, I agree with the notion, but the fact that he chose to drink again, makes this disease, somehow less of a disease and more of a bad choice. In my mind, that is.

I believe that to go through those 30 years acknowledging a disease that has been cured and/or healed might be hanging on to a disease that no longer exists. Can you succumb to it again? Well, let me ask you, can you get cancer again?

Another angle to look at is lung cancer. A disease that is almost totally attributed to cigarette smoking. It is a disease, but in almost every single case, could be prevented. If a person wants to smoke, they make a conscious decision to chance lung cancer. Or other breathing disorders and diseases. Does this make the diseases less horrible, and tragic? No. Does this make this a bad choice with bad consequences? You bet.

Im saying things that for some people will be hard to read. They probably want to smack me right now, and I dont blame you. It is a personal thing. Im not judging anyone. Im simply stating that things are not completely accurate the way they are stated in our society today.

To say that someone is not healed of alcoholism even though they have prayed through and received a touch from God in this area, is to say that He can heal everything else in the world. All sickness is in His control to heal or not to heal, except for alcoholism. The alcoholic will always be an alcoholic. To me this is depriving God of His healing power, and questioning at the very least, and flat out disagreeing with at the most, the very words of the Bible that speak of His healing power.

Is alcoholism a disease? Maybe yes, maybe no. Is it treatable? Yes. Is it curable? I think that it can be with Gods help. Is it healable? Definitely yes! If God has healed someone, should that someone and others around them continue to claim the disease? No.

Terminology differs, but I hate to see anyone live in defeat. Some people get healed, and some do not. I dont know why, but I know that He knows. Sometimes the reasons are just not my business.

If you are a drinking alcoholic, please seek treatment. I care very much for alcoholics. I am not judging in any way. Treatment, and God are always a winning combination, if the drinker, WANTS to quit drinking.

God bless all of you. Thanks for reading.

"Show.. You Care"

Have you ever been so close to someone that you never show them, or tell them how much you care? Been so close to the source of your happiness that you never truly appreciate it? Are you afraid to grab onto the love and friendship of someone close to you because they might hurt or betray you?

I'd be willing to bet you fit into one, if not all of these categories. Why? Because we live in a busy, rush-rush world, and most of us carry a lot of excess baggage along the way.

Many of us have wonderful friends and family. We're so blessed. But, so busy about the 'business' of living, that we never truly live. No time to notice the love and loyalty offered to us through every kind word, or shoulder in crisis. We seek so desperately to find a special someone. A friend or romantic interest. Yet, fail to see that they're already there so many times.

Then there are those of us that look the other way when relationships present themselves. Afraid of the 'what ifs'. What if we are lied to? What if our loved one leaves us? What if they die? Truly no one wants to be hurt, or lied to, but what is life without taking chances? How can we truly live without letting down our walls once in a while?

Just today I was speaking to someone about gambles we take in life. In January of this year, some of you know that I started preparing for spinal surgery. A few thousand dollars later, still no surgery. Do I regret the gamble I took? No way! It could have just as easily turned out that surgery would have worked, therefore justifying the costs of the tests. Just one example, of the many worthwhile gambles we take in life.

Our relationships are all gambles. Is that friend or family member trustworthy? Are they worthy of the time and effort you put into the relationship? Well, perhaps not. Perhaps only 10% are worth it. Maybe less, but so what? What of the 90%? Maybe they aren't the greatest odds, but look at how successful lotteries and casinos are. The odds are definitely and intentionally stacked against you. Yet, millions of people gamble away their hard earned money in these places everyday. Some taking chances against their families security, and even their own personal safety.

I'm not advocating casinos and the like. I'm simply pointing out that people miss the important things in life because they are willing to take foolish chances, but refuse to stick their necks out to realize very real and attainable relationships that are right in front of their eyes.

I asked you if there was someone close to you. Someone you care deeply about, admire, and/or appreciate. Well...what are you waiting for? Gamble a little. 'Odds' are, they feel the same way. You might find that they will become a closer friend, a more loving relationship, and they might even need to be encouraged just then. If nothing comes of your words, you haven't 'crapped out'. Youre not 'busted'. You don't owe anybody, anything. You simply keep living your life, appreciating the special ones along the way.




'nuff said...
...ya think?

MaInTAiniNg A heALthY LeveL oF INsanItY 
1. At lunch time, sit in your parked car with sunglasses on and point a
hair dryer at passing cars. See if they slow down.
2. Page yourself over the intercom. Don't disguise your voice.
3. Every time someone asks you to do something, ask if they want fries
with that.
4. Put your garbage can on your desk and label it "in"
5. Put decaf in the coffee maker for 3 weeks. Once everyone has Gotten
over their caffeine addictions, switch to espresso.
6. Finish all your sentences with "in accordance with the prophecy."
7. Dont use any punctuation marks
8. As often as possible, skip rather than walk.
9. Specify that your drive-through order is "to go".
10. Sing along at the opera.
11. Go to a poetry recital and ask why the poems don't rhyme.
12. Put mosquito netting around your work area. Play a tape of jungle
sounds all day.
13. Five days in advance, tell your friends you can't attend their
party because you're not in the mood.
14. Have your coworkers address you by your wrestling name, Rock Hard
15. When the money comes out the ATM, scream "I won!", "I won!" "3rd
time this week!!!!!"
16. When leaving the zoo, start running towards the parking lot,
yelling "run for your lives, they're loose!!"
17. Tell your children over dinner. "due to the economy, we are going
to have to let one of you go."

I had been teaching my three-year old daughter, the Lord's Prayer. For
several evenings at bedtime she would repeat after me the lines from the
prayer. Finally, she decided to go solo. I listened with pride as she
carefully enunciated each word right up to the end of the prayer: "Lead us
not into temptation," she prayed," but deliver us some E-mail. Amen"

One particular four year prayed, "and forgive us our trash baskets as we
forgive those who put trash in our baskets."

 A little boy was overheard praying, "Lord, if you can't make me a better
boy, it's okay. I'm having a real good time like I am.

 A Sunday school teacher asked her little children, as they were on the
to the church service, "why is it necessary to be quiet in church?"
 One bright little girl replied, " Because people are sleeping."

 The preacher was wired for sound with a lapel microphone, and as he
preached, he moved about the platform, jerking the mike cord as he went.
Then he moved to one side, getting wound up in the cord and nearly
before jerking it again.
 After several circles and jerks, a little girl in the third pew leaned
toward her mother and whispered, "If he gets loose will he hurt us?"

 Six year old Angie and her four year old brother Joel were sitting
 in church. Joel giggled, sang and talked out loud, Finally, his big
had enough.
 "You're not supposed to talk out loud in church."
 "Why? Who's going to stop me?" Joel asked.
 Angie pointed to the back of the church and said, "See those two men
standing by the door? They're hushers."

A mother preparing pancakes for her sons, Kevin 5 and Ryan 3. The boys
began to argue over would get the first pancake. Their mother saw the
opportunity for a moral lesson.
 "If Jesus were sitting here, He would say, 'Let my brother have the
pancake, I can wait."
 Kevin turned to his younger brother and said. "Ryan, you can be Jesus!"

 A father was at the with his wife and children when his four year old
ran up to him, grabbed his hand, and led him to the shore where a seagull
dead in the sand.
"Daddy, what happened to him?" the son asked.
 "He died and went to heaven," his father replied.
The boy thought for a moment then said, "Did God throw him back down?"

 A Sunday school class was studying the Ten Commandments. They were
ready to
discuss the last one. The teacher asked if anyone could tell her what it
Susie raised her hand, stood tall, and quoted, "Thou shall not take the
covers off thy neighbor's wife."

 At Sunday school they were teaching how God created everything,
human beings. Little Johnny, a kindergartner, seemed especially intent when
they told him how Eve was created from one of Adam's ribs. Later in the
week his mother noticed him lying as though he was ill and asked, "Johnny
what's the matter?"
 Little Johnny responded, " I have a pain in my side. I think I'm going
have a wife!"

This last one is out of the mouth of my co-worker's 3 year old son, "Our
Father, who does art in heaven, Howard is his name...."

Gotta love these cartoons from


How about this one?

Why Indeed

1. Is it good if a vacuum really sucks?
2. Why is the third hand on the watch called the second hand?
3. If a word is misspelled in the dictionary, how would we ever know?
4. If Webster wrote the first dictionary, where did he find the words?
5. Why do we say something is out of whack? What is a whack?
6. Why does "slow down" and "slow up" mean the same thing?
7. Why does "fat chance" and "slim chance" mean the same thing?
8. Why do "tug" boats push their barges?
9. Why do we sing "Take me out to the ball game" when we are
already there?
10. Why are they called "stands" when they are made for sitting?
11. Why is it call "after dark" when it really is "after light"?
12. Doesn't "expecting the unexpected" make the unexpected
13. Why are a "wise man" and a "wise guy" opposites?
14. Why do "overlook" and "oversee" mean opposite things?
15. Why is "phonics" not spelled the way it sounds?
16. If work is so terrific, why do they have to pay you to do it?
17. If all the world is a stage, where is the audience sitting?
18. If love is blind, why is lingerie so popular?
19. If you are cross-eyed and have dyslexia, can you read all right?
20. Why is bra singular and panties plural?
21. Why do you press harder on the buttons of a remote control when
you know
the batteries are dead?
22. Why do we put suits in garment bags and garments in a suitcase?
23. How come abbreviated is such a long word?
24. Why do we wash bath towels? Aren't we clean when we use them?
25. Why doesn't glue stick to the inside of the bottle?
26. Why do they call it a TV set when you only have one?

Christmas is weird. What other time of the year do you sit in front of a
dead tree and eat candy out of your socks?

Contributed by Chris Clark

A Few More Serious Questions...

Why is it illegal to park in a handicapped parking space,
but okay to go the bathroom in a handicapped stall?

Did you ever notice, when you are sitting at a red light, that when the
person in front of you pulls up a couple of inches, you are compelled to move up too?
Do we really think we are making progress toward our destination?
"Whew, I thought we would be late, but now that I am nine inches closer,
I can stop for coffee and a danish!"

Isn't it weird that we drink milk, stuff designed to nourish baby cows?
How did THAT happen? Did some cattleman once say -
"Oh, man, I can't wait till them calves are done so I can get ME a hit of that stuff!"

Have you ever noticed that the waiter who takes your order is not the one who brings
your food anymore? What is THAT about? And which waiter are you tipping, anyway?
I think next time I go to a restaurant I'll just say -
"Oh, sorry, I only eat the food. The guy who pays the bill will be along shortly."