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Sticks and Stones

“Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.” Whoever created that often quoted bit of advice was…WRONG!
If you had an open discussion with anyone about this topic, I think you would find any 3 year old,  30 year old , or 90 year old would totally disagree with this proverbial error.

I have a scar on my forehead where a neighbor girl named Janice popped me with a rock out of anger one day when I was about 8 years old.  I laugh at the little crater scar now as a fond childhood memory.  As I remember it, it hurt very much and blood ran down my face as I ran home to Momma for comfort. But even though it left a scar, it did not leave a resentful or hateful feeling in my heart or mind.

On the other hand, I have stirring memories of being picked on a few times and remember the words that were said. Their long-term forces are deeper than the scar on my head. One particular boy, rode his bike through our yard and yelled out calling me a bad name. The pain of those words seemed to stay with me in a more influential way than being hit with the stone thrown by Janice.

I don’t have any lifetime psychological issues with any of these childhood memories, but as I analyze over the last few decades regarding people I have dealt with, I find words that were said in many ways left a  deeper impact than any physical pain that could have been inflicted.

I am sure, that as you think about it now, you may agree with this.

My wife Joy offers this bit of advice on a banner in her classroom. “Think before you blurt!”

I’m starting with the man in the mirror.

WHEN YOU DO THINGS, DO NOT LET SELFISHNESS OR PRIDE BE YOUR GUIDE. INSTEAD, BE HUMBLE AND GIVE MORE HONOR TO OTHERS THAN TO YOURSELVES. DO NOT BE INTERESTED ONLY IN YOUR OWN LIFE, BUT BE INTERESTED IN THE LIVES OF OTHERS.  Philippians 2:3-4

 
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Posted by on March 4, 2011 in Uncategorized

 

Are You a Potato, or a Rutabaga?


In my 60 years, I think I may have eaten one whole rutabaga…If you add up all the bites.

I guess I think of it as an “old-fashioned” vegetable that Mama Runion, Mama Gravley, Memon (My wife’s mom,) or my mom would find as a treasure if someone gave them some. They would dream up a table full of food to go with the rutabagas. And I, along with most young people of that day, would find a way to only eat the chicken and macaroni…and, “No thanks to the rutabagas.”

In researching, I found that rutabaga literally means, “root bag.” Now who wants to eat a root bag? It seems that it comes from Sweden and there along with parts of the UK and Australia, it is called a “swede.” I believe if Mother had said, “Son let’s eat some swedes today.” I may have dug in.

But think about the potato. We have a brand new bag of great looking russets right now and I am thinking of all the possibilities…Baked, boiled, french-fried, hash browned, mashed, or just lightly peeled and thrown in the crock pot with a junky-lot of good items….mmmm.

My dad always said he was a jack-of-all-trades and a master of none. My dad was a potato and I think he taught me to be a potato too.

When I tell people I have a degree in English, they think that is all I know. They think I will correct their pronoun usage, but can’t discuss the founding of the thirteen colonies, or can’t plant great tomatoes.

Maybe you are proud to be a rutabaga surrounded by well-seasoned others. But my wife, and son, and his wife,  and I are teaching our grandchildren to be potatoes. And they are delightful ….No longer “tots” though. I had to throw that in. They are so quick on wit and humor, we will be talking about potatoes all afternoon.

God I thank You for rutabagas. They are feeding and sustaining life for some people, somewhere today.

But I thank You for my potatoes and those who taught me to be versatile, and useful to many in many ways.

MY CHILD, LISTEN AND ACCEPT WHAT I SAY. THEN YOU WILL HAVE A LONG LIFE, I AM GUIDING YOU IN THE WAY OF WISDOM. AND I AM LEADING YOU ON THE RIGHT PATH. Proverbs 4:10-11.

Would you need salt and ketchup with that?

 
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Posted by on March 3, 2011 in Uncategorized

 

Family Matters!

I had a bad evening of pain yesterday, but the love and support of my family brings such great peace.

I will feel better soon …and write more.

Psalm 142:7

…Then good people will surround me, because you have taken care of me.

 
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Posted by on March 2, 2011 in Uncategorized