Reds won tonight 6-1. Cubs lost 10-6. Ho hum. Yawn Shawn. Go hibernate until 2022 Major League Baseball Season. I am extremely tired of and bored with writing the SOS every night. Same ol’ Stuff every night.
Tomorrow morning we leave at 5:30 am to go to College Station and keep our two granddaughters for most of the day while Chante’ and Daniel work together at a fundraiser skeet shoot that Chante’ oversees at Christian Residential Ranch for Youth who need a fresh start in life. She loves working at a Christian organization that makes a huge difference in the lives of so many young people. Daniel is shooting in the skeet shoot.
We will get back home tomorrow evening. Sunday morning we leave at 6:30 am to go preach and break Good Bread with the church family at Hunters Glen Fellowship at 10 am.
I texted my sermon title to Tanya (Worship Coordinator) tonight. Then I wrote my sermon, which changed my sermon title totally. Most days now I do not have any idea where my fingers will take me on my typewriter once it is in God’s Surprising Hands. Fun to type when even I do not know where I am heading nor what is going to be said nor how it will be said.
Tonight really surprised even ME. When I am surprised by a sermon, then I know the people listening will hear the Words of God.
I will not have time to type or send out Ponderings in the morning and I wanted to make sure Shawn got his daily morning Cubs Lose Again Update.
This week a Mexia kid, whose family are friends of ours, named Mauricio Gonzalez, graduated from the USAF Basic Military Training Boot Camp in San Antonio, Texas.
His immigrant parents are so proud of him. I am so proud of him. I had fun writing Letters of Support for him in his high school days here.
He thrived in Basic Training, graduated on time, and is now heading with one stripe as an Airmen to Keesler Air Force Base in Mississippi for Technical Training School.
His mother asked me last week, “Is the yelling over now?”
I laughed so hard. I told her, “Yes, the yelling by the Training Instructors (Tis) is over. If he were in the Marines or Army, the yelling would NOT be over now. But in the Air Force, his life will have far less yelling now.”
She said, “He loved being in Basic Training. But he is tired of all the yelling.”
I told her the yelling never bothered me in Basic Training. I thought the Training Instructors were funny when they yelled and screamed and cussed at us all hours of the day and night.
Their yelling was nothing compared to the yelling my mother did at us four boys. She was a yeller. She was serious when she threatened us.
The Training Instructors could learn more about effective yelling from my mother.
So my sermon title this Sunday changed from “Willing Away My 1971 Ranchero” to “Blues Brothers at Keesler AFB.”
So much fun to write for me. If I have fun writing a sermon, God generally can use it to reach and touch others.
Thanks for reading. Fun being one of your pastors still in life,
Gary