I got this idea from Tammie Gitt, a blogger friend who writes living3368 She has her own list you might like to check out. But for the record, here some things I’ve read an/or overheard these past couple of weeks.
“I am playing plumber today. Changing faucets, replacing toilets, fixing pipes and hoping I don’t discover other problems as I dig around the pipes and cabinets. So far, I have found a few. In case you did not know, my house was built in 1908. That’s right, it is over 100 years old. In 1937 our house was moved from Rocklin California to Roseville California and the big remodel took place in 1949 when they took the attic and made it an upstairs with a 6 feet 11 inch ceiling. Can you say Hobbit Town? (right about now some of you are thinking of short jokes… STOP!
Can I confess something? I love serving my wife by fixing things and making improvements, but plumbing is at the bottom of the list of things I ever want to do. There is just not enough rooms for this body of mine where there are pipes and cabinets and it never fails that the pipe that came off what I bought in the 21st century does not fit the pipe from earlier days. This requires an extra 23 trips to Home Depot for the elbow that bends both ways at the same time while remaining stationary for the tubing that fastens with gum and toothpicks, taped by a combination of blue tape and super glue. So wanna guess what is this blog about? Besides my ineptness as a plumber, it is about keeping my attitude out of the toilet while I fix one. Here are a few quotes I thought I would share before I go back and install my toilet. Read those quotes at PASTOR LEONARD
Another writer who I find stimulating and encouraging is Kenneth Kemp. One of his blogs is called LeaderFOCUS Weblog/ He has a fascinating story about Penny Chennery Tweedy whose family raised and raced Secretariat, the Triple Crown Winner of 1973. I am amazed of how often in the world of horse racing there is a deep human drama being played out against the backdrop of some major accomplishment.
“Penny Chenery Tweedy got the news while she prepared dinner for her family. She dropped a bowl. Her mother died that afternoon back in Virginia, the voice said. Dad should be told. They would wait for her travel back home to deliver the news to him personally. That was 1968.
Christopher Chenery, Penny’s father, built the twenty eight hundred acre Meadow Farm Stable in Caroline County, Virginia from scratch. The sprawling southern white house with wide porches and shady oak trees, the rolling hills and the glassy ponds and the fields lined with white fences on the perimeter of broad lawns and gravel roadways would be home to a champion line of thoroughbred horses; home to Penny and her brother, too. They grew up in these expansive hills and grassy meadows, on horseback and in the big library; children of privilege. Dad’s dreams fueled the family business. Mom’s care prepared them for a world beyond. Penny went on to college and graduate school, and married a successful attorney. Her brother, Hollis, became a Harvard economics professor.
Dad’s failing health meant that Meadow Farm Stable suffered, too. Christopher survived his wife’s passing, but barely. His once laser sharp mind became clouded in by age and dementia. He barely acknowledges Penny’s arrival or the terrible news. She is not sure he comprehends the enormity of it all there in the office where he cut deals, trading and planning, analyzing meticulous records; filing cabinets filled with detail only he could assemble. She sat with him in the room from whence all the energy came, the command center for an enviable life, and her heart broke.” Read More …
Steve Mossburg leads my denomination’s Project Help in Haiti. He posted this comment on his Facebook page this week:
“Seeing is different than being told.” African Proverb. I’m often asked wouldn’t it be better to send the price of my plane ticket to help out rather than go to Haiti ? I always say ” no because once you come and see the poverty, homelessness and sickness you will send your money for a lifetime.”
Katie Marie Friedman wrote on her page: “There are all kinds of courage. It takes a great deal of courage to stand up to our enemies, but just as much to stand up to our friends.”
Then there’s great cartoon I found while googling for one of my blogs.