Just a brief update

It occurs to me that I just sort of vanished without a word. The reality is that life has become rather a bit busy. Right now my family is deeply involved in relocating from one town in our metro area to another. As of 1 July, we will have a new address. I am also in the process of finding a new job. While I do (somewhat) enjoy the clinic I’m presently working in, I need better pay.

In case any have noted, the last I said about my profession was that I was a carpenter. Unfortunately, it did not work out. When the steel shortage hit last year, I was working as a framer, and the framing material I was working with was steel. Given that I was a first year Apprentice, this meant that I was the low man on the totem pole. I was laid off to make room for a Journeyman that was out of work due to the same steel shortage. I’m not mad about it, either.

I had my first career to fall back on, and the shortage of Chinese steel means that my union brothers and sisters in the steel industry suddenly found themselves with a whole lot more work. (Buy American!) The downside is that I took a huge $5/hr pay cut when I accepted the job at the clinic I’m presently working at. In the 11 months I that I have been there, I have built up quite the rapport with coworkers and the sole physician in the office. This translates into good references, and more pay, which I am busily seeking out.

At this time, I really have a lot of difficulty finding enough time to write, so I simply write what I can when I can. The really good news is that I am building quite a treasure trove of new material for future blog posts, as well as creating new opportunities for myself. For example, I am in the process of designing an Apologetics course for my church. This course is being designed from the ground up, and will include much of what I have written about on this blog. I finally get to take all of this stuff and distill it into something I can use to prepare my family for the pitfalls that await us all in the big, bad world.

As time goes on, I will be taking that course and inserting it into the list of working titles I have already developed. If all goes well, I will have much to write about for quite some time to come. My original mission, to sound the alarm, continues. I hope all y’all can join me on the ride, and learn just much as I have. Y’all have a blessed day, and I will be back on once the dust settles and life stops sounding like my kids screaming at each other while being in a room they are not supposed to be in. May the Lord bless and keep all y’all.


A Moment of Humor

I thought I would take a moment and just post some material I have found and thought was pretty funny. Y’all get to enjoy.

This one reminds me so much of my kids. 😂

After nearly 14 years of service, I can attest to the truth of this very confusing picture.

There are a few too many stereotypes to be found in this picture I took in Western Kansas…let me know if you spot them.

Parents know the truth…

No words…

Because you didn’t wait for her to stack up on you before clearing the room.

How I feel after listening to my coworkers discuss politics, dating, life in general…

The amount of truth in this is too darn high…

If this isn’t familiar, you are in the wrong church…

Well, time to adult, people. Y’all enjoy, and have a blessed day.

This Memorial Day

Today was a bit of a busy day, and this really is the first chance I have had to stop and take a moment. This is the day when we celebrate the lives of the men and women who died in service to this great nation. We cannot ever forget them, or why we observe this day.

For those of us who made it home, there is a way we can both honor them, and keep our own stories alive. A few years back, the Library of Congress launched the Veteran’s History Project. It is set up so that veterans can share the stories of their service, which is then stored in digital form so that others may view it.

To my brothers and sisters in arms, both currently serving, and prior, I urge you to do this. Contact the VHP, set up an interview, and tell your story. It makes no difference how insignificant you think it is, it still matters.

I recorded mine a few years back. A few weeks after, they sent me a DVD with the interview on it. While I have not opened the case, let alone watched it, I do know that my kids and grandkids might one day decide they want to see what the cranky old man did during his service. I have no intention of watching it, but I didn’t record it for me. I recorded it for the ones coming after me.

If you’re interested in making your own contribution, here is the link:


When Ugliness Prevails


I will begin by saying that I abhor ugliness, no matter which cause you stand for. In every movement, there are followers who help and followers who hinder. This article clearly shows what happens when a hindrance is allowed free reign and some authority. In all honesty, I find myself torn by this story for a variety of reasons.

On one hand, as these are our opponents, a hindrance for them is a help for us. On the other, it angers me to see good people verbally harassed and harangued for living as their beliefs dictate. While I am aware that Jesus said we would be hated for following Him, it still offends me on a very visceral level to hear of an elderly woman being verbally abused. My Southern roots chafe at any disrespect directed towards an elder, especially when it comes in the form of bullying.

As if that was not enough, the man committing this horrendously disrespectful act chose to do so while livestreaming the entire thing. Why does the Left feel the need to have witnesses their acts of unbridled stupidity? One can only hope that his constituents remember this come next election, and choose to fire him. When last I checked, bullying the elderly does not count as overly virtuous behavior. Then again, the Left does seem to have abandoned their own manners as of late, so this might actually get him reelected. One can hope that this will not be the case.

The fact of the matter is that we are locked in a struggle for lives and souls. We want to prevent the shedding of innocent blood, no matter the circumstances. It is for this reason that we are unable to compromise on this issue, as compromise leads to what we have been fighting against, namely the shedding of innocent blood.

Unfortunately, too many in this debate seem to think that we ought to compromise, and quickly become frustrated and angry when we refuse. I mean, not to put too fine a point on it, but we do not have a national debate on the legality of rape, domestic violence, slavery, and all but this form of murder. These are all a given, so why is it that this one form of murder is to be tolerated? Because the baby’s existence might be rough, or causes an inconvenience to someone?

Sadly, this story is indicative of the lack of civility that has become all too endemic in this country. When I was a child, disagreement meant screaming, yelling, throwing things, and violence. Since when are we supposed to do that as grown adults? At what point did it become acceptable for people to express disagreement through verbal assaults in public?

Truth be told, the entire Left has an image problem. They claim to be tolerant, then continue to demonstrate the worst forms of intolerance since Hitler’s Brown Shirts in 1930’s Germany. Sadly, they will always seek to justify their childish behavior through emotional smoke and mirrors, attempting to shift blame for their behavior onto anyone who dares to disagree with them.

I was treated to an example the other day, in quite the most amusing fashion. I stumbled upon a Relativist who had a rather interesting response to my disagreement.

Now, I will admit that my responses were less than diplomatic, but I also confess to having a low tolerance for intentional ignorance or stupidity. It is a failing of mine, one I have been working on for some time. (I am having a bit more success with limiting my use of foul language, but that is a topic for another time) In the meantime, I was honest and direct with the guy and he fell apart at the first hint of criticism, which is lamentable given that there is a fine art to disagreement, and it seems to be dying off.

Anyway, folks, I just felt the need to share this story. It truly grieves me to hear of people who feel the need to be abusive of those they oppose.

A Few Moments of Beauty

My wife and I recently made a trip to visit my parents in Colorado. We went because it was beyond time for me to go see my mother, and I had put it off for far too long. My mother is currently suffering from early onset Alzheimer’s disease, which has essentially stolen my mother from those who love her the most. Needless to say, I was very much hesitant to go.

What can someone say when they look into their mother’s eyes and see endless confusion and fear? Those are the moments that leave you silenced by a lack of anything meaningful to say. There simply are no words that can adequately describe that anguish.

The day we arrived, my stepdad drove my mother out to us, and took us to dinner. This was one of the points where the trip came into focus. I was not there just to see my mother, I was also there to see my stepdad and let him know that he is not suffering alone. It was the first time we had spoken in this manner, and it made me realize that I had been deeply unfair to him for many years.

Over the course of the next few days, we spent a great deal of time with them. We also got a much needed break from our kids, and even got to enjoy a mini-honeymoon (we didn’t get to have a real one). Overall, it was a good trip. We even got to have dinner with my sister and brother-in-law, and left with some of my childhood pictures, which we plan on having scanned and stored.

Earlier this week, I took a call from my sister. I was at work, but it was so unusual for her to call me during the day that I had to answer. She had called to tell me that our mother is dying, and that she is not expected to make it through the week. Her condition is deteriorating so rapidly, no one can do anything about it.

I am faced with the very real prospect of flying out to sit with my mother as she leaves this world, and it is tearing me apart. No matter how many times I remind myself that she is going to be with the Lord, and that her mind will be clear and sharp, it does not seem to dull the ache. I guess it not meant to.

I want you folks to do one simple thing. If you are still able to do so, give your mothers a big hug, and thank them for giving you life. Do not allow such an opportunity to pass you by. You never know when you will have the chance to do it again, if you do in fact get a chance. In so doing, you will create a few moments of true beauty.

Thoughts on Memorial Day

Though it’s a bit late in the day, I thought I’d take a few moments to share some of the thoughts running through my head. I’ll begin with the purpose to this day.

This day is to honor the veterans who gave their lives in service to their country, not for those who have served. If you thank a vet today, please let it be while standing at their headstone in the cemetery. Those of us still alive will understand.

Truth be told, I’m always more than a little uncomfortable when thanked for my service. I always feel as if I’ve been put on the spot, and I don’t really deserve it. My stock response is, “Thank you for the support”, but that just feels cheesy.

If you really want to thank a veteran, find one wearing a “Vietnam Veteran” hat. Go thank those guys, and please be sure to welcome them home. Use those words, “Welcome Home”. Better late than never, right?

They didn’t come home to marching bands, welcoming committees, and warm hugs. They came home to hostility, hatred, and division. Do your bit to help heal the hearts of men and women who came home to abuse from their fellow citizens.

May you find peace, Ma’am.

Tuesday, the world lost a bright light. Former First Lady Barbara Bush passed at the age of 92. On that day, she walked among the clouds, and learned more about God than any of us could possibly imagine.

I was in Middle School when she was First Lady, but one thing I can remember is that she had class. Looking back on her, and the women who have followed in her stead, she was definitely one of a kind.

To the Bush family, my sincerest condolences. Don’t worry, she’s walking with the Lord, and I don’t doubt she’s eagerly awaiting the family reunion.

Adventures in Raising Children

If you’ve been a parent for more than five minutes, you know that your children can be an endless source of entertainment, embarrassment, frustration, and laughter; often running the full gamut in less than five minutes. My kids are no exception, and our six-year-old gave us one such example.

My wife and I sat the kids down to watch a documentary on Africa when a segment about meerkats came on. The entire endeavor was derailed by our six-year-old’s hilarious attempts to pronounce “meerkat”.

His initial attempt, meercrap, touched off the need to share this episode. His second attempt, murcrack, was enough to reduce my wife to tears. It was at this point that I decided to coach my young son on how to say “meerkat”. Here’s how it went:

Me: Meer

Him: Meer

Me: Meer

Him: Meer

Me: Kat

Him: Kat!

Me: Meer…Kat

Him: Meer…Kat!

Me: Meer…Kat

Him: Meer…Kat!

Me: Meerkat

Him: Meerclat!

Me: Facepalm

My wife: (choking)

While he did eventually master the pronunciation of meerkat, my wife and I barely survived the experience.