I’ve never forgotten the story a fireman tells of a fire he was in charge of as captain. Knowing that the house was fully involved and not salvageable, he noticed the family, a mother, father and small boy standing nearby. Slowly he walked up to them to break the news…“I’m sorry folks, there’s no way we can save your home.” The child’s response surprised him when the boy grabbed his parents by the hands and said, “Oh no mister, this is my home, we just lost our house…”
…the time has come for me to yet again look for a house for my family–not a home, a house. It is going to require me to sell down more of my models to finance the incidentals, and walk in a faith heretofore untested. Quite frankly, a mortgage is out of the question to me, yet another reminder that I’ve never owned a house and that years of toil and improvements on the places I’ve lived in and “owned”, have only been to the ultimate benefit of others–something that doesn’t inspire me a whole lot moving forward. Rent is absurd around here, and the current career track looks foggy…in short, it’s been a long two weeks… Never mind that there are a couple of radio preachers telling me to just claim my material blessing by faith…“Lord, please bless those two circus clowns with padlocks on their mouths…may their Mercedes Benz be found running over their Edward Greens with their feet still in them instead of their mouths, Amen”
Posts will be sporadic from here on out, my prayer is that the Lord bless and keep each of you, my readers and your families…
And it came to pass, as they were much perplexed thereabout, behold, two men stood by them in shining garments: And as they were afraid, and bowed down their faces to the earth, they said unto them, Why seek ye the living among the dead? He is not here, but is risen: remember how he spake unto you when he was yet in Galilee, Saying, The Son of man must be delivered into the hands of sinful men, and be crucified, and the third day rise again.
And they remembered his words…–(Luke 24:4-8)