Thanks for the memories Uncle John

My dad had three brothers, my Uncles Jim, John, and Bert.  I have many fond memories of spending time with all of them.  One memory of my Uncle John stands out.

My dad and I planned a backpacking trip to the west side of the Sierra Nevada Mts. in California.  I was probably 10 years old give or take a year.  We drove up from Escondido where I grew up to the LA area to pick up my Uncle John.  He was an optometrist and lived in the LA area with my Aunt Gail and my cousins Carrie, Heather, and Laura.  We got to the house and we helped Uncle John load his backpack into our car.  I was so excited.  He then handed me a present.  It was some sort of radio/cb receiver that ran on batteries.  I was doubly excited.  All the way up the four hours or so to the trail head I was in adolescent heaven listening to the truckers.  Thanks for the memories Uncle John.

We made it to the trail head.  It was a 9 mile hike in to our campsite along the middle fork of the Kaweah River.  For a 10 year old boy who absolutely loved the outdoors, I was in heaven.  I had my 10 year old boy backpack which consisted of a day pack with a few items in it which weighed about 10-15 pounds.  My dad and Uncle John’s packs probably weighed 50-60 pounds.  Guess who was huffing and puffing a mile or so in?  Yup, moi.  It felt like my backpack weighed 100 pounds!  I didn’t think I could make it.  My dad and Uncle John kept encouraging me that I could do it to keep on moving and don’t quit.  I still felt like I was gonna be pushing daisies any minute but alas, we finally made it to our destination, Buck Creek which is a tributary of the middle fork of the Kaweah.  What an absolutely gorgeous spot.  I find it hard to believe that creation is tainted by sin.  I know it is because the Bible says it is but . . . I can’t fathom how much better the new heavens and new earth are going to be, not after all the camping and backpack trips out west with my family and seeing how breathtakingly gorgeous Yosemite, Kings Canyon, Sequoia, Devils Postpile, Death Valley, McGee Creek (backpacked there with my good friend Scott Lybarger over 30 years ago – that is an adventure story all to itself), Yellowstone, Grand Teton, Mt. Hood, Mt. Shasta, Mt. Whitney, Arches Nat. Mon., Ouray, CO, etc.  I just can’t fathom greater, more perfect beauty, but its coming soon.  I can’t wait.

We fished for a couple of days and then began the the return trip.  This time I was smoking.  I actually made it in without dying so mentally I toughened up and knew I was going to be fine hiking out.  It was a blast.

My Uncle John passed away several years ago I believe from kidney failure complications.  Years earlier my dad had donated his kidney to my Uncle John and gave him 15-20 extra years to live and love his family and the community in which he lived.  You see, my Uncle John was centered – centered by his love for his family, his community, and especially by his love for his Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.

I will never forget you Uncle John.  Thanks for the memories.




My hiney butt

It was a beautiful day.  Our relatives were up for a visit.  We were having a great time catching up with them.  My nieces and nephew were downstairs having a blast playing in the huge ball pit that we have for our autistic son.  All too soon, it was time for them to vamoose on back home.  They mildly belly-ached like kids do when they are having fun. Yet they reluctantly listened and started climbing out.  The two oldest got out no problem.  The youngest, the heroine (or goat!) of the story, was in a bit of a pickle.  She had buried herself really deeply into the pit.  When her mother said, “Come on we have to go,” her plaintive wail came back, “I can’t momma.  My hiney butt is stuck!”  Her hiney butt indeed.  No jiggling for her!

President Trump’s jammies

I have a cough; I can’t sleep; I’m blogging at 3:35 a.m. eastern time.

Now that would be a good twitter feed.  Can you just imagine President Trump when he gets sick and can’t fall back to sleep?  It would go like this:

“Trump here.  In jammies.  I’m sick.  Tossed my cookies.  Can’t sleep.  Anybody care to chat about my golf game?”     #sickprezbummin

I was sick once in Bolivia, tainted beef burrito.  Was given coca leaf tea to help alleviate the pain.  It actually made it so I couldn’t toss my cookies!  I was sitting on the floor by the toilet begging God to let me puke and I couldn’t!  It was nasty.  You know, God created the barf mechanism to enable your body to get rid of poisons/toxins.  Hurling is good for you!  Don’t be mad when you get food poisoning – just don’t take coca leaf tea!

The transgender debate has me thinking.  Now I am a conservative, Bible-thumping Jesus Freak, hence the name of my blog.  You might expect me next to say that the LGBTQ crowd are a bunch of freakish wackos who deserve to burn in hell forever and you might expect me to say it with fire in my eyes and drool coming out of my mouth.  Unfortunately, that is not a caricature all too often.  What I actually believe is this:

  1. I believe the LGBTQ lifestyle is an affront to a holy God.
  2. I believe the American, conservative, evangelical lifestyle is an affront to a holy God.
  3. I believe #2 is by far the most eggregious sin.

You see, those who claim to be disciples of Jesus Christ are held to a higher standard.  We know better.  We are redeemed.  We are new creations in Christ.  So why are we so hot and bothered over Joe wanting to be Josephine or Harriet wanting to be Harry when we are not at all in the slightest bothered by Rev. Timothy Stewart Randall looking at a woman to lust after her or coveting after my neighbors Ford F-150 Raptor with an eco-boost v6 and 10-speed trans with over 10,000 pounds towing capacity (yeah, I struggle with coveting that bad boy).  Why are we Bible-thumpers so angry at the sin of others when we don’t care about our own sin?  What a bunch of hypocrites we are.  I’m pretty sure the part about not judging others and the log in our own eye is still in the Bible somewhere.  Google search it in case you can’t find it in your dust-covered Bible you Bible-thumpers!

Those who are transgender:  I strongly disagree with your lifestyle.  I don’t hate you.  You are a human being just like me.  We are all created in the image of God.  But here is the bottom line:

  1. If you were born with a pair and a unit, guess what?  God gave them to you for a reason.  Use them wisely.  They are gifts from a holy God who doesn’t make mistakes.  But if you really want to be a female, don’t just pretend.  Castrate yourself or have a sex-change operation.  Why sit on the fence?  It only creates difficulties for yourself.  Go ahead and do the medically-acceptable procedure and have your sex changed.  If you choose not to, stay out of the women’s restroom.  Men do not belong in the women’s restroom.  If you have a pair and a unit, you are a man.  Act like it!
  2. If you were born without a pair and a unit, guess what?  God created you female.  Why in the name of Bozo the Clown would you want to be a dumb male like me?  That is flabbergasting.  We males are idiots all too often.  I mean seriously?  To be a beautiful creation and you want to twist that into a dumb male?  I can’t fathom that at all.  But, if you want to be a man, it’s a free country.  Go for it.  Just stay out of my restroom chick and you know why?  Because there are plenty of sick dudes out there who couldn’t care less if you are trans or not.  All they see is a pretty face with an opening down below and all they want to do is take advantage of you sexually.  Do you really want to risk all of that just because you demand your rights to act like a male even though God created you female?

One final thought:  never go shopping on the fourth Tuesday in February.  It could upset the space time continuum, cause Wall Street to panic-sell, and it might just cause cats and dogs to jump into gondolas and sing KUMBAYA!!!