Vacation time

Well its that time of the year to take my vacation. I will send a few days working around the house and a few days at my mother's house painting.

If you see me down at Skip Fordyce Harley Davidson look out I might not come back to work. The add says that

"Vacation time never ends when you ride a '35 Harley-Davidson."

I need to go get one of them!

John Denton For President

Our Youth pastor at Central Community would make a great President. Click on his name below and find more about him. Vote for HIM! Maybe Pastor Eric could run as his VP!


John Denton

I have a birthday at the end of this week. I will turn 53 but I have the heart of a 33 year old. I asked for a Craftsman's 4-cycle Craftsman blower/vac with dual piston rings, for quieter operation, low vibrations, more fuel efficiency, lower emissions, and no need to mix gas and oil. Incredi-PULL™ starting ease dramatically reduces starting effort. Variable speed throttle control, to match power to the task at hand. Produces 200 mph and 425 CFM. Reduced vibration system with isolator absorbs vibration and reduces user fatigue. Includes easy to attach vacuum kit, bonus shoulder strap and 2 year limited warranty. Instead of a lawn to mow I have a yard to vacuum. The picture below is the blower.

A friend sent me the following since I am 33 now!

Many years ago, while watching a little TV on Sunday instead of going to church, I watched a church in Atlanta honoring one of its senior pastors who had been retired many years...... He was 92 at that time and I wondered why the Church even bothered to ask the old gentleman to preach at that age.After a warm welcome and introduction of this speaker, as the applause quieted down he rose from his high back chair and walked slowly, with great effort and a sliding gait to the podium. Without a note or written paper of any kind, he placed both hands on the pulpit to steady himself and then quietly and slowly he began to speak......"When I was asked to come here today and talk to you, your pastor asked me to tell you what was the greatest lesson ever learned in my 50 odd years preaching. I thought about it for a few days and boiled it down to just one thing that made the most difference in my life and sustained me through all my trials. The one thing that I could always rely on when tears and heart break and pain and fear and sorrow paralyzed me......the only thing that would comfort was this verse... "Jesus loves me this I know. For the Bible tells me so. Little ones to him belong, We are weak but he is strong..... Yes, Jesus loves me... The Bible tells me so."When he finished, the church was quiet. You actually could hear his foot steps as he shuffled back to his chair. I don't believe I will ever forget it.A pastor once stated, "I always noticed that it was the adults who chose the children's hymn 'Jesus Loves Me' (for the children of course) during a hymn sing, and it was the adults who sang the loudest because I could see they knew it the best."Senior version of "Jesus Loves Me".

Here is a new version just for us who have white hair, or no hair at all. For us over middle age (or even those almost there) and all you others, check out this newest version of "Jesus Loves Me". It is quite good, so read, sing and enjoy:""JESUS LOVES ME"

Jesus loves me, this I know,Though my hair is white as snow.Though my sight is growing dim,Still He bids me trust in Him.
(CHORUS)YES, JESUS LOVES ME..YES, JESUS LOVES ME...YES, JESUS LOVES ME, THE BIBLE TELLS ME SO.
Though my steps are oh, so slow With my hand in His I'll go On through life, let come what may,He'll be there to lead the way.
(CHORUS)
Though I am no longer young,I have much which He's begun.Let me serve Christ with a smile,Go with others the extra mile
.(CHORUS)
When the nights are dark and long,In my heart He puts a song.Telling me in words so clear,"Have no fear, for I am near."
(CHORUS)
When my work on earth is done,And life's victories have been won.He will take me home above,Then I'll understand His love
(CHORUS)
I love Jesus, does He know?Have I ever told Him so?Jesus loves to hear me say,That I love Him every day

The Perks of being 50

My wife turned 50 the other day. Don't tell here I told you. I sure am a lucky guy for having a great wife. Happy Birthday Tricia
The Perks of being 50
1. Your supply of brain cells is finally down to manageable size.
2. Your secrets are safe with your friends because they can't remember them either.
3. You sing along with elevator music.
4. Your joints are more accurate meteorologists than the national weather service.
5. You have a party and the neighbors don't even realize it.
6. People call at 9 PM and ask, "Did I wake you?"
7. People no longer view you as a hypochondriac.
8. Things you buy now won't wear out.
9. You enjoy hearing about other peoples operations.
10. You get into heated arguments about pension plans.
11. You can eat dinner at 4 P.M.
12. There is nothing left to learn the hard way.
13. You no longer think of speed limits as a challenge.
14. Your eyes won't get much worse.
15. Your investment in health insurance is finally beginning to pay off.
16. You can't remember who sent you this list.

Vacation Bible School

With kids running around the church for the last two days and with one more day to go, its been great to see them play, smile and have a blast, singing, making crafts, spending time learning about the love that God has for them all.

How old are your tires?

Check out the video for the day the tires on your car were made Mine was made in May of 2007. I am safe! You might not be! Check the dates!
http://abcnews.go.com/Video/playerIndex?id=4826897

Black and White

My Uncle Carlos from Oklahoma sent me the following.
I don't remember most of the black and white world as he did. I am not as old as he is.
He has a birthday on August 24 and he will be really old.
Might have to send him a link to a web site for the old folks home!
Happy Birthday Carlos! I hope you still have all your hot air to blow out those candles!

Black and White
(Under age 40? You won't understand.)

Guess I do remember all the old shows!. I AM OLD! We ( I and Carlos) could have the same room in the old folks home together!

You could hardly see for all the snow,
Spread the rabbit ears as far as they go.

Pull a chair up to the TV set,
'Good Night, David.
Good Night, Chet.'

My Mom used to cut chicken, chop eggs and spread mayo on the same cutting board with the same knife and no bleach, but we didn't seem to get food poisoning.

My Mom used to defrost hamburger on the counter AND I used to eat it raw sometimes, too. Our school sandwiches were wrapped in wax paper in a brown paper bag, not in icepack coolers, but I can't remember getting e.coli

Almost all of us would have rather gone swimming in the lake instead of a pristine pool (talk about boring), no beach closures then.

The term cell phone would have conjured up a phone in a jail cell, and a pager was the school PA system.

We all took gym, not PE... and risked permanent injury with a pair of high top Ked's (only worn in gym) instead of having cross-training athletic shoes with air cushion soles and built in light reflectors. I can't recall any injuries but they must have happened because they tell us how much safer we are now.

Flunking gym was not an option... even for stupid kids! I guess PE must be much harder than gym.

Speaking of school, we all said prayers and sang the national anthem, and staying in detention after school caught all sorts of negative attention.

We must have had horribly damaged psyches. What an archaic health system we had then. Remember school nurses? Ours wore a hat and everything.

I thought that I was supposed to accomplish something before I was allowed to be proud of myself.

I just can't recall how bored we were without computers, Play Station, Nintendo, X-box or 270 digital TV cable stations.
Oh yeah... and where was the Benadrylandsterilization kit when I got that bee sting? I could have been killed!

We played 'king of the hill' on piles of gravel left on vacant construction sites, and when we got hurt, Mom pulled out the 48-cent bottle of Mercurochrome (kids liked it better because it didn't sting like iodine) and then we got our butt spanked.

Now it's a trip to the emergency room, followed by a 10-day dose of a $49+ bottle of antibiotics, and then Mom calls the attorney to sue the contractor for leaving a horribly vicious pile of gravel where it was such a threat.
We didn't act up at the neighbor's house either because if we did, we got our butt spanked there and then we got our butt spanked again when we got home.

I recall the kid from next door coming over and doing his tricks on the front stoop, just before he fell off. Little did his Mom know that she could have owned our house. Instead, she picked him up and swatted him for being such a goof. It was a neighborhood run amuck.

To top it off, not a single person I knew had ever been told that they were from a dysfunctional family. How could we possibly have known that?

We needed to get into group therapy and anger management classes? We were obviously so duped by so many societal ills, that we didn't even notice that the entire country wasn't taking Prozac! How did we ever survive?

LOVE TO ALL OF US WHO SHARED THIS ERA, AND TO ALL WHO DIDN'T---------- SORRY FOR WHAT YOU MISSED. I WOULDN'T TRADE IT FOR ANYTHING