A WALK IN THE DARK

THIS IS THE BEAUTIFUL VIEW THAT I HAD
FROM MY WINDOW WHILE WE WERE ON A
CHURCH TRIP TO FLORIDA.

NOT BEING ABLE TO SEE THIS WOULD BE
A REAL SHAME.

I AM HOWEVER, LOSING MY VISION.

IT SEEMS TO BE WORSE EACH WEEK AND
I HAVE BEEN MAKING CHANGES TO MY
LIFE SO THAT I CAN OVERCOME SOME OF
THE PROBLEMS.

KRISTI HAS VOLUNTEERED ME TO SPEAK TO
A CLASS OF FOLKS WHO ARE ALSO LOSING
THEIR VISION AND DON'T KNOW HOW TO
HANDLE IT.

I WOULD LIKE SOME ADVICE FROM YOU.

PRAY FOR THE SESSION (OCT. 22)
AND SEND ME YOUR THOUGHTS ON WHAT
I SHOULD PRESENT AS HELPS TO THE
OTHERS. LOVE YOU. POP

Mow Man Magic or Voodoo.

I used to think that I was the only one with
bad luck when it came to lawnmowers.

Mine had to go to the shop for a couple of days
and it has been there for four weeks waiting
for John Deere to authorize a free engine.

My grass was getting deep. Strangers were
stopping by and asking if it would be alright
with me if they went on Safari in my yard.

Then came John to the rescue. He came with
his truck, his trailer, his push mower and his
riding mower. But he also came with my
Mow Man luck.

His push mower would not start.
His riding mower had to have a jump start
Then he had to tighten something under the
cutting deck.
Then the belt that turned the blades broke.

He came up to the porch to say goodbye and on
his way back to his truck he fell into a hole
and went to his knees. He looked like he was
only three feet tall. Poor John.

He went home and bought a new belt and
attempted to cut his neighbors yard and then
a part of the cutting deck fell off.

However pitiful it was, he tried. Lord bless him.
Thanks John and welcome to the Mow Man club.

Tell me it just ain't so

Sunday, after church, Poopsie and I stopped

at a local grocery store for some garlic bread.

Janet Posten had baked us some of her world

famous spaghetti casserole and we wanted

some of the garlic bread to go with it.

Poopsie was at the wheel and in pretty much

of a hurry so that we could get home and

have some lunch, take a nap and get back

to church by 6 pm..

She turned into the parking lot and made

her way to the front of the building and

saw a parking spot.

It was a standing sign and she thought

it was a handicap sign so she took it.

While she was inside getting her garlic

bread, I happened to look up at the sign.

I could not wait for her to return so I could

ask her if it were true and I would soon be

a daddy again.

What do you think ??????

Hurry up Spring.

Poopsie took Dolly out this evening
to fertilize the yard.

Poopsie does not like the cold.

She went out but she came back
very quickly and got her heavy
robe so she could be warm.











It was like this only a week or so ago.

Everything was frozen.

So was Poopsie.

So was the dog.

This past weekend was beautiful.

The temps got into the low 80's.

But, today temps dropped again.

Poopsie is saying her prayers and
waiting for Spring to finally set in.

So is Dolly and Daddy.











This is what we are waiting for again.

The Answer was so simple.

I like to look nice when I go out.

Yesterday I was dressing for the
trip to Sunday School and Church.

It became clear to me that almost
every tie I chose to match my suit
had a stain somewhere on the tie.

My wife is always on my case
about spilling food on my ties when
we are eating out together.

Usually, she takes them to the
dry-cleaners........when I give them
to her.....but, most of the time, I
forget.

That leaves me with a closet full
of ties that have small amounts of
gravy, peas, salad, juice, butter
(did I tell you how much I
love butter ?) and other wonderful
buffet items, all over them.

What is a man to do ?

I found the answer. No more
smells, no more mold (green and
blue and yellow, ect.) No more
having Poopsie giving me "down
the road".

The answer.........

Gentlemen, as soon as you get
home, take off the tie and hang it
in the refrigerator.

It works for me. Pop.

A GREAT DAY AT "FAITH"

THIS IS A PICTURE OF FOUR OF
THE BOYS IN MY SUNDAY SCHOOL
CLASS. THREE WERE OUT SICK.

HERE WE HAVE BRANDON AND
BEN ON THE FRONT ROW AND
JORDON AND KENDALL ON THE
BACK ROW.

THE LESSON THAT I BROUGHT
WAS FROM I SAMUEL.

THE ARMIES WERE LINED UP
ON BOTH SIDES. MEN WERE
BUILDING UP THEIR COURAGE
BY SCREAMING AND POUNDING
THEIR SWORDS AND SPEARS UPON
THEIR SHIELDS.
ARROWS BEGAN TO FLY THROUGH
THE AIR UNTIL THE SUN WAS
DARKENED. THE ARROWS FELL
AND HIT THEIR MARK. MEN AND
ANIMALS FELL TO THE EARTH,
CRYING OUT IN PAIN.
SOLDIERS FOUGHT HAND TO HAND
WITH DOUBLE EDGED SWORDS
AND ARMS AND HANDS WERE CUT
FROM VICTIMS BODIES. BLOOD SPRAYED
LIKE WATER FROM A GARDEN HOSE.
MEN PRAYED TO DIE.
(AND THAT WAS ONLY THE FIRST VERSE)

THE MORNING SERVICE WAS WONDERFUL
AND A NEW FAMILY JOINED OUR CHURCH.











HARRISON CAME HOME WITH US.

HE WANTED TO EAT LUNCH AT THE
"ASIAN BUFFETT"
MAW-MAW TOLD HIM THAT THE
CHICKEN ON A STICK WAS ACTUALLY
A "CAT LEG". HE HAD NOT BEEN HOME
TOO LONG LAST NIGHT UNTIL WE GOT
A PHONE CALL FROM KRISTI.
SHE WANTED TO KNOW JUST WHAT
IT WAS HE ATE FOR LUNCH.

I DID THE ONLY THING A PAW-PAW
IN HIS RIGHT MIND COULD DO......
I BLAMED IT ALL ON MAW-MAW.











WHILE AT LUNCH, I SPIED ANOTHER
COUPLE FROM CHURCH.
BRENDA AND CLIFFORD.

CLIFFORD SAID THAT SHE HAD
A BIRTHDAY YESTERDAY. HE SAID
THAT SHE HAD TURNED "51" (LIE)
I TOLD HER THAT SHE DID NOT
look 51, and then......

HAVE YOU EVER SEEN A WOMAN
SNEAR WITH FOOD SQUIRTING OUT
OF BOTH SIDES OF HER MOUTH?
(HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRENDA-41)












AFTER A VERY SHORT NAP,
WE HEADED BACK FOR MORE.

I MUST SAY, THE WHOLE DAY WAS
A SPIRITUAL JET RIDE.


WHEN I WALKED INTO THE LOBBY,
I RAN ACROSS THE PATH OF ONE
OF THE FINEST GUITAR PLAYERS
THAT I HAVE EVER HEARD.
HE PLAYED CHORDS I HAD
NEVER HEARD BEFORE.











HIS NAME IS DARRYL WEAVER.
HE IS FROM GEORGIA AND HAD
STOPPED BY OUR CHURCH FOR
THE EVENING SERVICE.

THE SPIRIT OF GOD WAS ALL
OVER HIS SINGING AND PLAYING.

SEVERAL NUMBERS AND IT
JUST GOT BETTER.


THE ADULT CHOIR SANG AND
THE USHERS TOOK UP THE
OFFERING.

ANNOUNCEMENTS WERE MADE
AND (PUT YOUR SEAT-BELTS ON)
HERE CAME THE FAITH YOUTH CHOIR.

IT WAS A WONDERFUL DAY ALL WAY
AROUND. PREACHER GOODMAN NEVER
LOST AN OPPORTUNITY TO BRING OUT
THE SCRIPTURE AND EXPOUND ON IT.

I CAME HOME AND COULD NOT BELIEVE
THE LIFTING SPIRIT THAT I HAD
BROUGHT BACK WITH ME.

I WISH YOU HAD BEEN THERE.

LOVE, POP

Mighty Musician, Michael

This is my grandson, Michael.

As you can see, he has taken up the
Baritone.

He came by with his dad, John,yesterday

and brought the horn with him.

He also brought his favorite 346

sheets of music and proceeded to play all

but 6 of them. He would have finished the

last 6, but his lips gave out.

I must admit, he did a wonderful job

on that horn. I played one like it for a

few songs during my senior recital.

I am proud of you Micheal.

We love you very much.

Pop and Poopsie.