Sunday Morning Coffee: Celebration!

Today, at Calvary Baptist Church in Pottstown, we will celebrate the 50th anniversary of the establishment of the church.

The church was an outreach of Calvary Baptist in Lansdale, PA, where E.Robert Jordan was the pastor. I believe Joe DeCandillo was the first pastor. If that’s not correct, I will have more information later today and will change whatever I need to.

We’ve been members at Calvary for about ten years, so we’re kind of the “new kids on the block.” But there are others who have been there since the beginning, and I’m sure we’ll be hearing from them today.

Pastor Jim Spears served as senior pastor for 25 years. He’s going to be there today. Pastor Josh Farr, who was assistant/youth pastor under Pastor Spears’ leadership, has been chosen to take the senior pastor position. Our new assistant pastor is Landers Reeves, who is a convert under Pastor Spears’ ministry. He and his wife have both been great blessings to our church already.

There will be walks down Memory Lane today; there will be a dinner, testimonies, music, and probably slides or videos.

We have grown to love the people, our church family. I’m looking forward to the day. I’m sure it will be a good one!

Sunday Morning Coffee: Prayer

Praying is a comfort to the heart, soul, and mind. I find myself talking to the Lord many times throughout the day. Sometimes, it’s just a quick “Thank You” for such beautiful weather; or for a tasty treat that won’t show up on the scale. Does God care about such little things? Oh, yes, indeed He does! He loves to give us gifts (James 1:17).

This week, I’ve prayed specifically about something rather important. Last night, I got the answer I hoped for. I won’t say any more about that specific need, except to say that I fell asleep with this song in my head:

Sunday Morning Coffee: Trouble, Trouble, Trouble!

I’m thankful for computers and other electronics. Truly. I have a PC that Terry uses; my laptop, and an Android cell phone. We aren’t into gaming, so we don’t have any of the stuff. We’re pretty basic, compared to some people I know of.

The cartoon above has nothing to do with our problem. I just thought it was funny 🙂

Because of electronics, I was able to use amazing research options when I was getting my master’s degree. It wasn’t necessary for me to drive back and forth to use the school’s excellent library, a huge savings of time and gas. As most of you know, there are other wonderful privileges to having access to wi-fi with our computers and phones. I can access music that I love at the click of key. I can stay in touch with friends and family that I rarely see. I can see the news I want to see and avoid people I don’t trust.

So, why my title? Trouble times three? Well, it’s a long story and I won’t bore you with the details. There is an extra amount of equipment needing wi-fi, and it’s creating problems. We just aren’t equipped for what is needed, and it’s creating some tension. I’m sure we’ll figure it out, but sometimes I wish we could just go back to old-fashioned living. Simpler, easy, and uncomplicated.

Well, in my memory it was all of those things. Truth is, with my wonky back I’d be in deep weeds if I had to go back to doing things the old-fashioned way. Ugh. Makes me ache just to think about it.

My recliner, purchased this year, is a modern wonder. It does everything but cook dinner! I control it with a thingy that looks like a remote. Right now, I have the lumbar support at its full position and I have heat on my lower back as well. It’s amazing! Getting me all relaxed so I can go to sleep on my electronically controlled adjustable bed, with a vibrating option that I use every night.

So, everything will be all right. It always is. Mike and Terry are talking as I type, figuring out how to get a better connection to the basement bedroom. This, too, shall pass.

As always, when frustrations arise and seem impossible to solve, I have to remind myself to turn my mind to the Lord, and then let it rest in His hands. You’d think that would be an automatic response, after all these years.

Saturday Soliloquy: October!

The first five days of October here in southeastern PA were cold and rainy. Not very pleasant, but we sorely needed the rain, so no complaints from me!

But NOW? Oh, my! It was worth getting through those first five days to get what we have right now, and it’s reminding me all over again about why I love October!

And I rest my case.

(all images taken from Google Images)

An Interlude

Since I had a morning that was, in retrospect, funny, I thought I’d share it with you.

I left the house around 9:10. I had a doctor appointment at 9:30, and then I needed to do some grocery shopping.

Easy, right? Well, not if your grey matter is leaking out of your ears. The last thing on my chore list was groceries, and that’s what I was thinking about. So that’s where I went.

As I was walking across the parking lot, I looked for my list. I always shop with a list. Keeps me from browsing, and I don’t forget stuff. All I forgot, at this point, was that I did NOT grab my list, but left it in a cookbook where it would do the most good.

Right.

So I started my shopping, trying to remember what all I needed, when I suddenly remembered I needed to be at the doctor’s office at 9:30. It was now 9:40. Panic. I rushed to the front with only a few items in my cart, quickly checked out, and got to my appointment by 9:50.

They know me there. I’m a regular. Oh, I forgot to mention that as I rushed out of the grocery store I came across an old friend. “Can’t stop to talk–late for the doc” I said as I flew by. She laughed.

The receptionist looked up as I approached her window. She smiled. “Rough day?” Of course I told her what had happened, and they got me in quickly. But I asked the nurse not to check my blood pressure yet. Let me settle down a bit.

All done, and back to the grocery store. Finished quickly. Calmer now, I drove back home feeling as if I’d remembered most of what I needed. Pulled into the garage, popped the trunk, grabbed a couple of bags. Didn’t know there was a hole in one bag, and out slid a jar of dill pickles before I could even react. What a mess–glass, pickle juice and pickles all OVER the garage floor.

As I entered my kitchen, my daughter-in-law met me, said she’d heard something crash and was everything okay? Told what had happened, and she got the broom and dustpan. We salvaged most of the pickles, but of course had to examine them and rinse them off–didn’t want any little bits of glass in anyone’s stomach!

There were only two things on my list that I had not thought of, and neither of them was vital to the cause.

Seems there was something else that took place, but I forget what it was.

Of course I do.

Sunday Morning Coffee: Why Church?

Someone put up a meme of Facebook this week saying that no matter what you may have done during the week, no matter how inadequate you feel about yourself, you should go to church anyway. It seemed to be saying that church is a panacea for whatever sin we have committed during the previous week.

I’ve been thinking about it off and on, and I have some questions.

Will just any church do?

What exactly do you expect will happen at church?

Are you basing your salvation on going to church?

Will going to church really “fix” whatever else you’ve done during the week?

What exactly will be efficacious at church?

There are a lot more questions, but I’ll stop here.

Now, don’t misunderstand. I believe in going to church–as long as it preaches the truth of the Bible and presents a clear gospel message that leads to changed hearts and the salvation of souls. Apart from that, it’s simply a religious exercise that can be quite meaningless apart from feeling as if you’ve done your duty by attending a church service.

The churches I’ve attended all my life have emphasized the Bible, sin and salvation, and the edification of those who gather to study and grow together. Fellowship with others of like faith and practice helps prepare me to face the coming week with renewed hope and faith, knowing that I have a church family that prays for each other, helps each other, truly cares for each other.

Yes, we reach out to the broken, the needy, the lost. That is part of ministry.

I think what bothered me about that meme was that it seemed like just a “feel good” collection of thoughts, like “take an aspirin, drink lots of fluid, go to bed, and you’ll feel better.” We don’t go to church just to feel better. We go to be challenged, to continually learn from God’s Word, and to enjoy the fellowship of other believers.

Am I making much ado about nothing? Possibly. I don’t really think so, but possibly. In any case, the meme got me thinking about why we go to church, and to think is a very good thing 🙂

Sunday Morning Coffee: Memories

Can you believe 9/11 was 21 years ago! Seems much more recent than that. I’m not going to dwell long on it today–it’s already all over Facebook and news outlets, and there’s not much I can add to all that. I will say that for me, one of the most horrifying memories is watching people fall from the higher levels of those buildings, because they knew there was no hope of rescue. I remember one man who was falling head down, looking relaxed, knowing his life would end in moments.

The Falling Man photo

Of course, also big in the news world-wide is the death of Queen Elizabeth II. A classy woman, in my opinion.

As long as we live, there will be changes in this world. Some will be terrifying, some will be surprising, some will be enjoyable.

I’ll tell you the one I’m looking forward to the most is when Jesus comes to take His children out of this tired old world. The older I get, the more I look forward to heaven, to seeing Him, to finally being done with life here on earth

Not that my life has been difficult. It has not. I’ve been blessed over and over down through the years. I grew up in a godly family, married a godly man, reared my kids, worked hard as a teacher and a therapist, and have been blessed beyond measure in doing all of it. We’ve never been wealthy, but we’ve never endured poverty. Our needs have always been met, and sometimes more abundantly than we ever expected.

I don’t know how much longer God has for me to live. I can’t know about tomorrow. I don’t want to know what the future holds–not sure I could handle that!

What I do know is that today I will enjoy my church family, the beautiful late summer weather, a good meal, and a relaxing afternoon and evening. The weather report says rain is possible. That would be good, too.

I pray that all of you, my treasured readers and friends, will have a blessed Lord’s Day!

Saturday Soliloquy: A Change

There’s been a welcome change in the weather. We finally got a couple of days of gentle rain, perfect for soaking the ground. We could use more, but we’re thankful for what we got.

For me, the change is wonderful. We’re able to turn off the AC, open the doors and windows, for at least part of the day until the temp outside goes up over 80. Fresh air in the house is a pleasant change. And using the AC less should bring down the electricity bill just a tad.

Of course, not everyone is happy. Some like it hot. Some don’t like the rain, although they know how much we needed it. For some, cooler weather, especially rain, brings on arthritic pain or pain from fibromyalgia. I have that, but I’m far more bothered by heat and high humidity than by cooler and wetter weather–until winter sets in and it hovers between 20 and 30 and lots of dampness. That’s miserable.

Aren’t we a mess, we poor humans? No matter what the weather, some complain and others rejoice. We’re certainly a hard bunch to please.

Right now, our skies are clear. The temp is 63, with a predicted high of 83. A perfect day, really, and I’m loving having the house open.

Except–of course, there’s always an “except”–for the noise from someone’s leafblower; someone else is hammering on some kind of project; and a very noisy plane of some sort went over the house a few minutes ago heading for the little airport nearby. Loud enough to wake the dead.

There’s always something 🙂

I can’t write this today without mentioning the death of Queen Elizabeth II. Her 70-year reign sets a new record. Elizabeth I ruled for 45 years; Queen Victoria for 63.5 years. There have been kings who reigned for 50+ years, notably Henry VIII, James VI of Scotland, and George III. George III was King during the American Revolution, and was almost universally considered to be a little bit off his rocker. All three of those men ruled for over 50 years.

But back to Elizabeth II. It’s been interesting to watch comments about her. Most of them praise her for her calm demeanor at all times, even during heartbreaking times. Always a lady, always appropriate, always distinguished. Of course, the monarchs of the United Kingdom don’t have much political influence nowadays; and Queen Elizabeth never, to my knowledge, went beyond the accepted norm in that department.

I am not a Royals Watcher. I don’t keep up with all the day-to-day doings of the various princes, etc. I did, however, admire and respect Elizabeth II. I don’t know what those who have excoriated her, even calling her “The Snake Queen,” know that I don’t. It doesn’t matter. There will always be the critics who have to try to influence everyone else to their chosen opinions. They have not influenced me.

Well. It’s been an interesting week, with all the dreadful nonsense coming out of our own government; the awful financial condition of our country; the ongoing political messes stemming from the Mar-A-Lago raid, and so on.

I’m watching the immigration invasion–over 5 million illegal immigrants under Biden’s watch. The governor of Texas announced publicly that he was going to bus them to D.C. and other major cities that have proclaimed themselves “sanctuary cities.” Now, the mayors of those cities are calling for assistance, saying that Gov. Abbot’s actions have created a health crisis in D.C. The mayor of Chicago is shipping immigrants to the suburbs. With all her rhetoric, she doesn’t know what to do with them, either. As long as they all stayed in the border states, these mayors were all in favor of the open border. Now, not so much.

Well. I don’t usually comment much on current events. Guess I broke that mold today. So I want to state, as I have before: If you disagree, that’s fine. At least on paper, we still have freedom of speech in America. But this is MY blog, and I will not publish a comment that is profane, obscene, or hateful. If you want to disagree, you are always free to start your own blog 🙂

And now I need to get busy on meal-planning and grocery-shopping. Mundane, but somewhat comforting in the ordinariness of it.

Sunday Morning Coffee: A Ramble

It’s been a long time since I had a summer cold. I’d forgotten how nasty they can be. I certainly don’t want to share it with anyone else!

We have a lovely clear day here. It’s only 65 outside, with a predicted high of 84. Bearable. A great relief from the heat we’ve been having. Now, we just need a little rain. Well, we need a LOT of rain. I read about the areas that have been dealing with terrible flooding, though, and my heart hurts for all those who have lost loved ones.

It’s easy to be discouraged, isn’t it? Corruption in our government seems to be at an all-time high. The economy is definitely at a record low. Confidence in our leadership is also at an all-time low. We see war in Europe and probably in Asia as well. Drugs are coming across our borders in record amounts as our President works to enable endless illegal immigrants. It’s easy to wonder how much worse things are going to become.

Biblically, we know things are going to be a LOT worse in the second half of the Tribulation period. That time will make today’s issues seem paltry in comparison.

So let’s focus on something better!

I know it’s “old school” and puts me in the “old people” category, but I still enjoy watching Andy Griffith reruns on retro TV. The other night, there was an episode in which Gomer Pyle was talking about getting a couple of gallons of gas for 65cents! I remember my dad being annoyed when gas went up from 19 cents per gallon to 25 cents. Think of it–you could get four gallons of gas for a dollar!

Of course, this was in the 60s, just after the profitable post-war 50s–and that’s a rabbit trail just begging me to follow it. Lots of stuff going on in the 60s, the years in which I was a teen, a college student, a new bride.

Money went farther back then. My first paid job, cashier in a grocery store, paid me a whopping 90 cents per hour. I worked my way through college on those wages, when the semesters were about $500, including room and board!

But I didn’t intend for this post to be about the past :). It’s too easy for us to yearn for the good ol’ days, but anyone who experienced them knows there were serious issues then, just as there are today. The main thing I look forward to about heaven is that there will be NO wars; no poverty; no illness or death; no class or racial struggles, no elections, no campaigns, no bad weather, no miserably uncomfortable heat and humidity.

And of course, if you’ve been with me for any length of time, you know there’s a song in my head right now: Today, it’s the great Mahalia Jackson.

I just went back and proofed this post, and realized it’s more of a ramble than anything cohesive. I think, though, that I’ll just leave it alone–except that I just changed the title 🙂