Mary Had a Little Lamb 2.0

23 06 2017

Mary had a little lamb,

She didn’t have a dog.

She wrote about him every day,

And posted on her blog.


She wrote of how he followed her,

Everywhere that she would go,

And how she quickly grew annoyed,

By her constant sheep shadow.


She posted how he followed her,

To school against the rules,

And how the children laughed and played;

But the teacher ridiculed.


Then, one day, she hatched a plan,

To help her get away.

She tied a bow around his neck,

And sold him on e Bay.



The Piggy Poem

16 02 2017

Recently, I was invited to speak at a conference a couple hours drive away so, I grabbed one of our company cars to make the drive. Only problem was, the radio wasn’t working. This gave me two hours of road noise. I really don’t mind the silence because it gives me a chance to think. Sometimes, in times like that, I get creative thoughts. I was able to create the following poem which I call the Piggy Poem. The mind can be a crazy thing.


The Piggy Poem  

Five little piggyspiggie-toes

That’s one plus four

Each one smaller

Than the one next door

One is at the market

Another’s at home

While the third one’s eating roast beef

All alone

And the other two piggys

Are try’n to figure out

How a little piggy

Eats meat with no snout.

They keep them piggys hidden

Inside of a shoe

And they might let ‘em out

After a day or two.

And when they let them piggys out again

They’ll smell like little piggys

In a little piggy pen

Then piggy mom and piggy dad

Gonna say

How come you piggys smell so bad?

Then the piggys’ll say

Well you’ stink too

If you were living

Inside a shoe

So the lesson for piggy mom

And piggy pop

If you want your piggys to smell good

You gotta wear flip-flops.


Learn to Lose!

19 12 2016

In the aftermath of the recent presidential election, I have been amazed at the reaction of those who are grieving over the results. Many of those liberals, who claim to be so tolerant, are acting like children who just dropped their ice cream cones on the sidewalk. Protesting, crying, incapable of everyday living, even rioting has been their child-like reaction to a Trump victory. They simply cannot accept the fact that Hillary lost the election. And to make matters worse, universities, or bastions of liberalism, are pandering to their childish intolerance by providing support groups, counseling, therapy dogs and even cancelling final exams.

Time Out

Time Out


I believe the grief of many is real, but that doesn’t justify such childish behavior. Instead, it begs the question, why? Why have these children of all ages gotten so upset that they need therapy? The answer is simple. When they, and in many cases, their parents and professors, were just munchkins running around the soccer or baseball field, there were parents and coaches insisting, we don’t keep score. There are no winners and losers. Everyone is a winner. Everyone gets a trophy.


Here’s the Biblical truth…you reap what you sow and you have sown, with your liberal, no-loser dogma, a generation of young people, many of  whom never learned how to lose. And, our so-called institutions of higher learning are merely perpetuating this deception. Newsflash…in life, you won’t always win. Someone has to finish second, third…last. Only one applicant will get the job. Where will your support group be when you are turned down for a car or home loan? Where will your therapy dog be when the jerk in the next cubicle gets your promotion? Will your professor be there to help you through your anger and grief when your vacation hotel tells you they have a no pets policy so you can’t take Daisy, the dachshund, along on your trip to Hawaii? It makes no difference who you are, you can’t always have your way; and, those who don’t learn that have some hard times ahead. They will one day learn that those thirty-seven participation trophies in their parents’ attic won’t even get them an empty Starbucks cup.

Following in the Footsteps of My Twin

18 12 2016

Where does this fall on your weird-o-meter? Last week I was doing work for a company in Jackson, Tennessee. Jackson is a small town about halfway between Memphis and Nashville. Because of the distance back to either airport, I planned to complete the work and drive back to a hotel near the airport so I could fly back home the following morning. I chose to fly into Memphis because I knew, from past experience, given the location of the two airports, driving back to the Memphis airport would be much easier.


On Tuesday night, my second night in town, I went to what turned out to be a diamond in the rough. It was an Italian restaurant named Baudo’s. Baudo’s isn’t much to look at from the outside, but the food was really good. Anyway, the hostess seated me at a small table off to the side of the dining room. Only seconds after being seated, a perky, young waitress came bebopping out of the kitchen toward me like she had just gotten to work. Actually, she had. I was her first customer. That’s one of the advantages of getting old. You get out to eat early, before the server has been worn down by demanding customers and 500 trips back and forth into the kitchen.


“Welcome back!” she said, cheerfully.


I told her this was my first time at Baudo’s.


“Well there was a guy here last night who sat in this same seat and looked exactly like you. You have a twin.”


Okay, there’s nothing unusual about that. I’ve always had people tell me I look like so and so. When I was younger, it was Dan Rather. Then as I got a little older, people told me I looked like Martin Sheen. So, I wasn’t very surprised at this.


Then I ordered my dinner…salad with house dressing and veal piccata with mashed potatoes.


“That’s exactly what your twin had last night,” she told me.


Now, that seemed a little odd but still not that big a deal.


The next day, I completed the work and made the two-hour drive to my hotel near the Memphis airport. It was actually in Southaven, Mississippi, about 8 miles south of the airport.


Even though I was surrounded by a plethora of restaurants, I decided, for a number of reasons, to stay in and just eat at the hotel restaurant.


The waitress was a generation older than the waitress back at Baudo’s, but no less energetic. I forget what they called it, but I ordered a cheeseburger with roasted red bell peppers and onions. About halfway through the burger, which I highly recommend, the waitress came by to check on me.


“Is it as good as last night?” she asked.


For a second, I wasn’t sure how to respond. Then I told her I hadn’t been there the night before. In fact, I had never been to that hotel before.


“Well there was a man here last night, sat right there where you’re sitting and had the exact same thing.”


Now that’s a little on the weird side. I was afraid I was going to return home the next day only to have my wife ask me if I enjoyed the back rub she gave me the night before!!


31 10 2016

At I Corinthians 2:9, we read, “No eye has seen, no ear has heard, no mind has conceived what God has prepared for those who love Him.”


I really don’t think we can truly appreciate what lies ahead. God has promised His children a home in His presence and has given us a little insight into what that home will be like. We’ve heard about streets of gold lined with mansions. We read in Scripture there will be no sorrow,  no sickness, and no pain. It’s supposed to be a virtual paradise in His presence. But, I believe it will be beyond anything we can imagine in our finite, mortal minds.


I still remember the first time I went to a football game in a stadium under the lights. It was a high school game and I was probably 12 or 13 years old, but I remember stepping into the stadium and a whole new world opened before me. I can still recall the transition as I moved from the darkness of the world outside the stadium into the bright lights within. It was amazing; think of Rudy’s dad (aka Ned Beatty) when he stepped into Notre Dame Stadium for the first time. “This is the most beautiful sight these eyes have ever seen,” he said.


The lights shining down on the field that night were so bright they lit up the colors of the uniforms. Everything was so sharp and vivid. And the sound of players colliding was as crisp as the cool night air. I noticed the stadium lights bouncing off of the players’ shiny helmets, and I knew this was something I wanted to be a part of. People could have described it to me, but this was beyond words. No one could have described this scene in a way that would enable me to truly appreciate what I saw as I entered that stadium.


I don’t think words can describe what we will see and experience when we enter heaven. I think it will be amazing. It will be beyond anything we can imagine because we live in a world of boundaries and limitations.


Ours is a results-oriented existence. You work hard-you get rewarded. We are programmed with worldly expectations. We expect to have to do certain things which we may or may not enjoy-grow old, pay bills, see the doctor, fill the car with gas, suffer pain or sickness, or grieve over a death. These are things that are simply a part of our world. But when we enter the world of God, these things will all be in the past.


To stand in God’s presence will be an experience beyond anything we can imagine and I, for one, can’t wait.


Migdal Eder: The Watchtower of the Flock

5 07 2016

I find it astonishing that with all the sermons I’ve heard, all of the Sunday school lessons I’ve sat through, and all of the Bible study I have done over the years, it took me this long to learn about Migdal Eder.  


First of all, let me give credit where credit is due. For my most recent birthday, I had requested, and was given, a copy of UNLOCKING the SECRETS of the FEASTS: The Prophecies in the Feasts of Leviticus, by Michael Norten. In this book, which I highly recommend, Norten speaks of hearing a presentation by Jimmy DeYoung, PhD., in which Dr. DeYoung asks the audience what was “the sign” mentioned in Luke 2:12. 


You will recall, the angel who heralded Christ’s birth said to the shepherds,For there is born to you this day in the city of David a Savior, who is Christ the Lord. 12 And this will be the sign to you: You will find a Babe wrapped in swaddling cloths, lying in a manger.” What did the angel mean when he said “the sign to you?” As many times as I have read that passage, I’ve never stopped to consider that statement.


The Prophesy of Micah

Around 700 years earlier, Micah prophesied the Savior would be born in Bethlehem (Micah 5:2). Well, just ahead of that prophesy at Micah 4:8, he said: 

“And you, O tower of the flock, The stronghold of the daughter of Zion, To you shall it come, Even the former dominion shall come, The kingdom of the daughter of Jerusalem.”

Migdal Eder:The Watchtower of the Flock

Migdal Eder:The Watchtower of the Flock


This tower of the flock, translated, Migdal Eder, was located about a mile outside of Bethlehem overlooking the pastures where shepherds would graze their flocks. The shepherds could stand on the top floor of the tower and keep an eye on the grazing flocks. The flock, on the night Jesus was born, was no ordinary flock and the shepherds were no run-of-the-mill shepherds. These were sheep which would one day be sacrificed at the Temple. Remember, before Jesus’ arrival, one would symbolically pass his or her sins on to a sacrificial animal, often a sheep, which would then be sacrificed on the Temple altar. Any animal which was offered as a sacrifice had to be without blemish…no markings, no deformities. It had to be perfect. For that reason, the sheep intended for sacrifice were given special care by special shepherds.


When a ewe was about to give birth, she was brought from the pasture into the lower floor of the tower and attended by a priest or shepherd-priest. When the lamb was born, it would immediately be swaddled in strips of cloth, possibly torn from the priests’ undergarments. This unblemished lamb, destined for sacrifice to atone for sins, was swaddled in order to protect it from harm and remain unblemished. And, to prevent it from being trampled, it would be placed in a manger. Sound familiar? 


That was the sign! It was a sign to the shepherds just as the angel had proclaimed. When the shepherds, who were familiar with this practice, saw the swaddled baby Jesus lying in a manger, they knew right away this was the sacrificial lamb-the long-awaited Messiah. 


In the words of the late Paul Harvey, “Now you know the rest of the story.”

The Eye: The Lamp to the Body

1 11 2015
Deck Prism

Deck Prism

In the days of wooden ships, before electric lights were introduced to the maritime industry, light below decks was provided by the live flame of candles and oil lamps. Naturally, aboard a wooden ship, this was a dangerous practice. So, ship builders employed the deck prism as a means of providing safe natural light below deck. The deck prism was a prismatic lens installed into the top deck of a ship which would cast refracted light into the spaces below deck. In the dark of night, the deck prism was of little value.


The first order of business on the first day in history was to speak light into being. There was no light until God commanded it to be so. And God said the light was good. Throughout Scripture, light is used to exemplify good and provide us with spiritual vision. Without the light, we are unable to see the glory of God. Our focus, instead, will be on the pleasures of the world.


In Luke 11:34, Jesus tells us the lamp of the body is the eye. A clear eye gives us good spiritual insight and understanding. Otherwise, if the eye is not clear, our vision of God is clouded. Worldly temptations, anger, grudges and pride are but a few of the things which can block our vision of God and how He wants us to live our lives. Like the deck prism, if all the eye sees is dark, there is no light within to enable us to see Christ’s presence. But, if our eye is clear with a focus on God, we see the goodness of God and the body will be filled with the radiance of His presence.