I stepped outside a minute ago, and saw a skein of about 35 Canada geese flying over Whiteville. I reckon it’s time for me to follow their lead, and head for home for the evening. The more I think about it, the more I realize it’s really been a good week – the Perfessor was back in the office today. I spent yesterday largely alone in the woods, save for God and the critters who live there. Wednesday’s community Thanksgiving service had more of the Holy Spirit than a lot of revivals I’ve attended. Missus is getting better. Yep. We’ll put this one in the positive column. I hope you’ll continue to pray for peace over the Ferguson problem. We should be past all this. A couple folks I’ve talked have actually been scared to approach and African American person much less to talk about “that.” I’ve spoken with a couple black folks with the same attitude. I’ve even heard of law enforcement officers being harassed here in southeastern North Carolina because of the grand jury decision not to indict the officer in the Michael Brown case. Folks, we are better than this. We must be better than this. Yes, there are problems – on both sides – but like the commentator said, it ain’t a skin problem, it’s a sin problem. Pray about what you can do, and do it. I’m sure many of you startedyour weekend early yesterday, so you have no excuse not to have ahead start on your Friday to-do list. Nevertheless, I’ll remind you anyway. Hug your momma. Thank your daddy. Talk to your grandparents. Tell your siblings you love them. Hold your kids so close they squirm. Roll in the grass with your dog. Make faces at a cat. Talk to a camel (did that today!). Hug a horse. Befriend a donkey. Tell a goat a joke. Panic with a guinea fowl.Gossip with a goose. Crow with a rooster. Howl at a coyote. Scratch a friendly pig. Read to a little kid. Take the time to do something new and cool together, like flying a kite, trailing an animal, or making something. Play a game by his or her rules. Talk to them, and listen to what they think. We can learn a lot from little kids before they grow up and forget what it’s like to have fun. Do something nice for someone, with no anticipation of reward or recognition. Put their paper on the porch. Rake their yard. Take their trashcan to the curb, or back to the house. Give a caregiver a break. Buy someone’s coffee, their groceries, their gasoline. Do something nice that no one but you will ever know about. Well, God will know, and He’ll reward you in His time and His own way. Watch a sunrise, and a sunset. Spend some time watching that beautiful moon that’s beginning to wax gibbous above us. Count the stars in a little corner of the sky, the veins in an oak leaf, the grains in even a tiny handful of sand. Listen to a river, a baby’s cry, a bird song. Smell some pine straw, fresh grass, or a handful of nice, healthy dirt. Now think about the fact that every one of these things was created by God, He who knows how many breaths you’ll take, He who knew every sin you’d commit even before the Earth was formed – yet He loves you enough that no matter what you’ve done, He sent His son to pay your sin debt, so you could spend eternity with Him. If that ain’t humbling—let’s talk. Go to church Sunday, and listen to the message. Pray for the man in the pulpit and his family, pray for your church, the hungry and lost of the world, our defenders and protectors, their families. Pray for those who see no hope, and those who cry out and think no one hears them. Pray for the person in the pew beside you, and the one who should be there. Pray for someone you don’t like, and someone who doesn’t like you. If you run out of requests—ask God. He’ll show you. Hold hands with the one you love, in public and because you want to, not because he or she has the keys to the car. Never let them doubt your feelings. Never go to bed angry – it’ll only be worse in the morning, even if it takes all night to settle. Do something nice, for no reason at all. Say ‘I love you’ like you mean it; if you get a funny look, you don’t say it often enough. I’m heading out of here, folks – I still have work to do, but other things are beckoning right now. Watch out for them weasels, and rattle the dogbox. Those possums need to wake up, and the hounds need to be turned loose, because it’s time for the Wildman to howl. Just remember – if you need me, holler, and I’ll come running if there’s any way possible. For now, though – let us howl, howl, howl. Y’all be good.
Posted on: Fri, 28 Nov 2014 22:16:31 +0000
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