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Thursday, November 19, 2020

Looking Forward Together

Marriage is not about two people looking at each other. Do that for too long, and it's "Good grief, what was I thinking? (Grief is the Five Minute Friday word-prompt, an I had to work it in somehow. Hey, don't laugh...it works, kinda.)

No, marriage is all about two people looking forward together, with shared values, and a shared vision.


I think that we should find a way

to work together, Barb and I,

at a job that’s also play,

and is sweet unto the eye.

We do have our share of talents,

quick response and no mean strength,

agility, and also balance;

oh, I could go on at length!

There is one venue that will serve

our skill-set cornucopia,

and thus we really do deserve

a shot at Wrestlemania,

a coed tag-team none can match,

Genghis Kong and SassyQuatch.


For anyone who's wondering how it's going, the simple answer is, really bad. Can't take anything near a full breath, and tumours in the armpits have my arms out at an angle, like the Michelin Man.

But hey, would Hulk Hogan quit? Jesse Ventura? Me neither!

Music from Barry Manilow, with Daybreak, simply because I like the song.


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Friends are everything. I couldn't have done it.

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Thursday, November 12, 2020

When Heroes Fall

Alex Trebek is gone, fallen victim to pancreatic cancer.

He was a good man, a staunch Christian, as recorded in his words, from Guideposts (the embedded link in the quotation is a tribute to his wife, Jean):

“There were moments of great pain, days when certain bodily functions no longer functioned, and sudden massive attacks of great depression that made me wonder if it really was worth fighting on. But I brushed that aside quickly because that would have been a massive betrayal–a betrayal of my wife and soulmate Jean who has given her all to help me survive. And it would certainly have been a betrayal of my faith in God and the millions of prayers that have been said on my behalf.”

Pancreatic cancer is a horrible, cruel thing...the pain it engenders is unreal, and the humiliations, in uncontollable bowels and vomiting and soul-destroying fatigue and depression...well.

I never met Mr. Trebek. But his fight, carried out in faith and in public, was my lodestar.

If he could do it, I could try.

I am bereft. I know I should look to God, but I did look to Alex.

Hope isn't canceled, but it took a hit (and cancel is the Five Minute Friday word prompt this week).


The world’s a little paler

beneath the winter sky,

and hope is somehow staler

when heroes have to die.

We followed your bright shining light,

courage like the hardest stone,

but now God has called the fight

and gently brought you home.

I’m glad your battle’s finished,

and that Heaven is your gift,

but my heart, it feels diminished

and I find myself adrift

upon a sea without a shore

where your tall sails are seen no more.


A musical tribute from the Dropkick Murphys, with Forever. If the video doesn't come up, please click here.)

"Your strength is the power that carried me through...forever."


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Thanks to Carol Ashby, Blessed Are The Pure Of Heart is back on Kindle, and will be available in paperback soon.

Friends are everything. I couldn't have done it.

Below are my recent releases on Kindle -please excuse their presence in the body of the blog. I haven't the energy to get them up as 'buttons' in the sidebar. You can click on the covers to go to the Amazon links.







Thursday, November 5, 2020

Don't Go There

 This is not a post I wanted to write.

I want you to remember me as something like Tony Stark, at the finale of Avengers: Endgame

That would not, however, be the truth, and as things continue downhill (new and bigger tumours, making it hard to breathe, among other things...and as for the other things, don't ask), I find my mind going places that are weak and maudlin...

I think, but for the love of Mike,

don’t think on it too long,

what my world might be like

when I am dead and gone.

Will the dogs prick up their ears,

run barking to the door

when they dream that they hear

a voice that comes no more?

Will Barb, on waking, smell the bread

that I once used to bake,

and remembering that I am dead

wish there was some mistake

and though she’s not the sort to cry,

put head in hands, and ask God Why?

I would guess that everyone who's watching death approach thinks this...what will thing be like without me? Will there be an echo of my presence where I once walked?

The answer is, well, of course. As John Donne wrote, Ask not for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.

Every death's a loss; every death changes things.

So it's a natural path for the mind to follow. It's also (to my mind) the wrong path, because it bespeaks a lack of trust in God, and something of a repudiation of Paul in Phil. 3:13-14

13 - Brethren, I count not myself to have apprehended: but this one thing I do, forgetting those things which are behind, and reaching forth unto those things which are before,

14 - I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus.

In looking forward, I can't look back, and I have to place everything that I will be leaving behind in God's hands. I can't allow the sentimentality, and, yes, the self-pity, to distract from the road ahead, for how I live the coming days is what will truly determine how I am remembered.

And after all, you can't plow a straight furrow while looking over your shoulder.

Look ahead. Don't look back. (And ahead is the Five Minute Friday prompt this week.)

I woul love to hear your thoughts. Am I wrong, here? Am I overlaying an asumption of perection on human nature, the nature that God loves?

Music from Jenn Johnson, with Goodness of God. (Click here if the video doesn't appear.)


I do try to answer each comment in a timely fashion, but with Internet providers really stretched, I have only about half of the access I once did. Please bear with me!


Thanks to Carol Ashby, Blessed Are The Pure Of Heart is back on Kindle, and will be available in paperback soon.

Friends are everything. I couldn't have done it.

Below are my recent releases on Kindle -please excuse their presence in the body of the blog. I haven't the energy to get them up as 'buttons' in the sidebar. You can click on the covers to go to the Amazon links.