94 people were tested at the Covid-19 Mobile Test Site in Blanco County last week and all tested negative! This is why I support the opening of Texas. One man criticized my conviction that we ought to open Texas by posting this: “I love how the ‘right to life’ movement has no problem tossing older
Happy New Year 2020! But why? Do you know what happened 2,020 years ago?
It’s been 2,020 years since Jesus Christ was born, that babe in the manger.
Every time you look at a coin, it’s a marker of time, a reminder that Jesus Christ came into this world to seek and to save people from their sin.
Someone said, “He has turned aside the river of ages out of its course and lifted the centuries off its hinges.”
We measure time as B.C. and A.D. Do you know what those mean?
B.C. means “Before Christ” and A.D. does not mean “After Death.” No, A.D. stands for Anno Domini, “In the year of the Lord.” It has been changed now to “The Year of Our Lord.”
I WAS OFFENDED! I couldn’t believe my eyes. Was this allowed in Johnson City, Texas?
Apparently so. As far as I knew there was no law against it.
I walked up to the counter of HealthMart, our local pharmacy, and there was the most offensive, agitating, insensitive sign I ever saw. Okay, maybe I’m exaggerating a little, but still, I was shocked. I called Phil the manager over to ask him about that, that…sign: “How come it says ‘Happy Holidays’? This is Johnson City. We are a Christmas town!”
He’s a very friendly guy and listened attentively as I voiced my complaint.
THE WORST THANKSGIVING SERVICE I ever saw advertised was from a church in Dripping Springs that had a special “Thanking the Earth” ceremony. And the silliest bumper sticker ever stuck to a Hyundai said this: “Did you thank a green plant today?” How far away from God these people are to thank the creation and not the Creator.
The Babylon Bee reported that local atheist Hal Woodring is preparing his heart to humbly show gratitude to the cold, mechanical processes that randomly led to mankind’s existence and his own fleeting life this Thanksgiving, sources confirmed Friday. Woodring plans to bow his head silently before partaking in his family’s extravagant Thanksgiving feast Thursday evening to give thanks to the meaningless, cold, inconsequential universe for preserving him and allowing him to partake in its bounty. His family members report that he does this every Thanksgiving, pausing to thank the meaningless, vast, and ancient universe that doesn’t care at all whether they live or die.
That was satire, but it wasn’t far from the truth.
Religion News Service reported that atheists and the non-religious have a Thanksgiving called “secular grace” which invokes no deity and has no spirituality, yet it still fulfills a need. “Unitarian-Universalists and adherents of other nontheistic faiths have said godless blessings for years, and Robert Ingersoll, ‘the Great Agnostic,’ gave a Thanksgiving sermon in 1897 in which he thanked scientists, artists, statesmen, mothers, fathers, poets and just about everybody except God. Secular grace typically recognizes the animals who gave their lives for the feast, the people who prepared the meal and even the elements of nature that contributed to it — earth, water, fire and air.”
This type of “gratitude” reminds me of what the Apostle Paul said: “They exchanged the truth about God for a lie, and worshiped and served created things rather than the Creator.…”
Dead at 61
ERNEST HEMINGWAY KILLED HIMSELF, as did Anthony Bourdain. Infamous mobster John Gotti died of throat cancer while Ma Barker died in a shoot-out. Benito Mussolini was also shot to death.
Apart from all of them dying, do you know what else they had in common?
They were 61-years-old.
I turned 61 a few weeks ago and wonder if the coronavirus will do me in. Or walking up the stairs. Or pizza.
According to the Bible I’m worthless. Let me re-phrase that: I’m worth less. In the Old Testament, the worth of a man or woman dedicated to God was based on how much work could be expected from them. At age 59 my worth was 50 shekels, a full month’s wages. Alas, I’m now only valued at 15 shekels–for the second year in a row! I can sense feebleness starting to set in with senility not far behind, then, of course, my heart attack.
Am I going to slow down? No! Am I ready to retire? No! Retirement is not Biblical. My hope is to work as unto the Lord until, well, I can’t anymore, 15-shekel man or not.
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