For the lack of a Benjamin…

Well there it is, my friends…you’ll notice that Photobucket has locked down my pictures because I use third party hosting, what ever that truly is. They have a right to do so, it is their domain, I simply grew used to a party that had to end sometime.

With that, I won’t be posting anything for the foreseeable future, as I have much more pressing matters that $100 can resolve than a simple web page’s pictorial needs. For now, you can find me in a variety of forums on Facebook. One day, the C note may come, and I can again post pictures and how-tos, but until then…

Blessings, grace and peace to you and yours, BC

…actually, I used no less than three separate Photobucket accounts to draw pictures from…not for nefarious reasons, but simply because I would forget how to get into them and reopen new ones to carry on with. Which probably means that I need $300, which means it will be quite some time before I am up and running with pictures again.

Yes…it has been a long time…

It has been a great time of trial, one that is still leading me in dark places I could not imagine getting even darker…yet…here I am…again.

Hard to believe it has been almost 25 years since I would ponder my time being short slogging away at Rose’s, knowing that my pastorate was just around the corner.

Now that home is long gone, that store a distant memory in the chain of defunct retail outlets, my youth pastorate yet another distant memory, three states, 1600 miles and 20+ years ago. My current position is one of the most bitter I have ever worked in, and socially, mentally and spiritually as bad as junior high was 45 years ago.

I have come to the place where I could feel that I would rather be accountable for a thousand lifetimes lived as a drunken, lecherous blasphemer…than for any 10 minutes I played pastor. I am prayerless and at a loss for words, my need for a steady income to support my family being the only reason I stay where I am at.

O LORD, I have heard thy speech, and was afraid: O LORD, revive thy work in the midst of the years, in the midst of the years make known; in wrath remember mercy…When I heard, my belly trembled; my lips quivered at the voice: rottenness entered into my bones, and I trembled in myself, that I might rest in the day of trouble…though the fig tree shall not blossom, neither shall fruit be in the vines; the labour of the olive shall fail, and the fields shall yield no meat; the flock shall be cut off from the fold, and there shall be no herd in the stalls: Yet I will rejoice in the LORD, I will joy in the God of my salvation. The LORD God is my strength, and he will make my feet like hinds’ feet, and he will make me to walk upon mine high places. To the chief singer on my stringed instruments.
–(Habakkuk 3)

Bubba and Billy Joe Ray Bob’s new adventure…

Built from a Life-Like pickup truck…I cut out 3/8″ from the bed and raised it up a bit. Except for the shovels and brooms, everything is scratchbuilt (mowers, trailer) or kitbashed from bits and pieces. Look for an N scale fire escape, a bit of a old 1:1 scale air conditioner, HOn3 brake cylinders…whatever looked what I wanted found its way in…

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The Choice…

Thankfully, by virtue of my position elsewhere, I cannot publicly come out for any one candidate. However, I can state what motivates my vote.

One is my obligation as an American citizen, a special grace given to me by God’s Sovereign will as part of His purpose for me as an individual, being ever mindful of the responsibilities great and small that go with that, and that I will be accountable for on that Great Day before His Throne.

Another is my obligation is not to stand behind any one candidate, but to propagate The Gospel of Jesus Christ within my sphere of influence. In America, my vote is part of that obligation, an opportunity to ensure that my ability to propagate The Gospel continues unimpeded by the ideology of those who oppose it and everything that goes with it.

With those and other elements in mind, I know who I will vote for, with a clear conscience and a fullness of heart that can only come from knowing The One by Whom all things were made and in Whom all things consist, and in Whose Hands kings’ hearts are turned at His will to perform His good pleasure for His eternal purposes, not all of which are known, or that can be known by me.

HO scale Burro crane model from a 25 ton crane model…

I’ve always wanted a running model of a typical Burro crane, models of which are usually in brass and quite pricey. I’ll let the pictures do the explaining. It requires a Train Miniature 25 ton Brownhoist crane (later offered by both Life-Like and Cox) and the power truck from a Bachmann Cable Car.

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Test run…amazingly, the flatcar outweighs the crane by a full ounce–1 1/2 oz. as compared to 2 1/2 oz.

Mister Rodger’s “Trolley” from a Bachmann Cable Car

I can believe that it took me 3 1/2 years to finish it. I’m given to much deep thought as to how to best finish a project, only to find that the simplest of methods and techniques are usually the most effective. In this case, rather than try to cut around each seat setting in the sides, I simply dimpled the top of the card stock between each seat, thereby reinforcing the old “3 foot rule”–if it looks good from three feet away, then it’s good enough.

The sides and sign are simply printed on heavy stock, then glued into place. My beloved lifted the graphics from a picture of Trolley, then reduced them to the dimensions of the cable car.

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As the video shows, it runs quite well, and the open air effect is quite nice.