“Then HE stooped down again and wrote in the dust. … ” John 8:8
Handwriting took a turn in 1714 when Henry Mill of England invented a ‘writing machine.’ It was many years later, Remington & Sons mass produced the Sholes & Glidden typewriter.
About 1975. In 1978 the New York Times converted its editorial typewriters to word processors, and Jimmy Carter was the first American president to go electronic, writing his memoirs on a word processor.
The Bible was written by hand. Letters from friends to friends and to those of interest were carefully written to convey most of time personal and important information. People of years ago did not see each other as often as we do today, blame it on the proliferation of the automobile. Today, if I want to contact someone I either use my cellphone or go to my home PC and send an e-mail.
All if this is aforementioned to get to the relevant. It was the day that I received a telephone message in my home office to call my neighbor across the street. I thought it strange that over the years, I hardly ever had this happened beyond a friendly wave while walking our dog. I dialed and instantly my neighbor’s wife answered. She thought it strange that someone had addressed a letter with their address on the front of an envelope; inside it was a letter from someone who wished to remain anonymous. The contents of the letter were to warn maybe our neighbor’s husband who is a law enforcement officer that there was another known person mentioned. It was assumed that the word was to get to her husband, a law enforcement officer that there was a person in her neighborhood that was ‘evil’ and not to be trusted. Why this was done and will there be more letters, all remains to be revealed. Time has since passed and no more letters. We could assume that the ‘person’ moved away or other situations intervened.
And when I was 12 years old, my father took me to a circus, the greatest show on earth.
There were clowns and elephants and dancing bears.
And a beautiful lady in pink tights flew high above our heads.
And so I sat there watching the marvelous spectacle.
I had the feeling that something was missing.
I don’t know what, but when it was over,
I said to myself, “is that all there is to a circus?” (Peggy Lee 1920 – 2002)
Yes! Handwriting has about gone away and circuses and a lot of other things….Meanwhile the American public echoes ,”Is that all there is?” I have a mental list of things that will disappear in the coming years, say 50 years. I once thought a million dollars was something to reach for, now it is a billion dollars,,,who knows that soon it will be a trillion dollars and small countries will be bought and sold to the highest bidder. Where is a Daniel when we need him and he can tell us what the “handwriting on the wall” means to us poor citizens of the world today.You might want to read the Old Testament of Daniel 5:26-28.
The Cracked Acorn: The Future
Because the foolishness of God is wiser than men, and the weakness of God is stronger than men. 1 Corinthians 1:25
I have been asked, “What will it be like in years to come, the news and etc.?”
The best I can do is to put on my Swami hat and look into the next 25 years: inky, dinky, dooley and pollwaee, here ’tis:
1) Tiger Woods will eventually par on 18 holes, claiming it was all due to the latest Shatner Turbo 2010 dual wheeled walker,
2) Hillary will come out and tell all about the complete problem of the e-mails when she was Secretary of State, claiming it was,”The Devil made me do it!”,
3) People have wondered what has happened to the Golden Arches we have grown to love, this is due to drone thievery during late hours,
4) It has been proven that high school teens are encountering too much stress from mandatory tests… which have been stopped… to graduate one must only find Waldo to get that coveted diploma,
5) The Japanese report they have located the last known giant tuna and are now working on a large baited hook to snare the elusive Charlie tuna,
6) At long last, the wait for the Keystone Pipeline (XL) is about to start; this 20 lane highway is certainly not the answer to “Why did the chicken try to cross the road!”,
7) The enormous sized earth tunneler digger, known as Lady Bird, has gotten loose and is rumored to be headed to tunnel under the Capitol and maybe the White House; authorities tell us not to worry, congress and the President of our nation will all be vacationing or campaigning at that moment,
8) Mayor of D.C. continues to try and find and build affordable housing that has forced congress to give up the abandoned Michelle Obama White House lawn garden to be available for housing,
9) The last surviving WWII Japanese soldier has been discovered on one of the forgotten Pacific Islands, where he claims that eating figs from the Banyan trees extended his life, greatly,
10) Trump’s southern wall has been built; it was only after he was allowed to put in casinos on the U.S.A. side,
11) Canada, now says that global warming has arrived in the North and willing to offer U.S. refugees into their homeland,
12) DISNEY is about to launch the Mickey & Minnie super sonic train, connecting Disney land and Disney World; at the near sonic speeds it will let tourists see both in one day and still be able to walk to their cars w/o wheelchair assistance! If only Walt was alive to see this!
13) The number 13 has always been unlucky for us, now the Federal government will offer medical aid to those who fear this number and can get on with the rest of their lives.
From the wise old owl: “Do not allow pain, to stop the joy of living!”
The Cracked Acorn: Treasure
He giveth snow like wool: he scattereth the hoarfrost like ashes. He casteth forth his ice like morsels: who can stand before his cold? He sendeth out his word, and melteth them: he causeth his wind to blow, (Psalm 147:16-18)
A tract I have caught my interest and I have gone forth with comments inspired from the title FINDING GOD’S TREASURE.
Treasure comes in many forms: consider this preacher story I heard as a boy in Kentucky.
A Wyoming bachelor was having a difficult time keeping the bills paid and holding on to his ranch. He decided it was time to get a job in nearby Casper. It worked out well, very well, for there he met the “woman of his dreams.” It wasn’t long before they were engaged and not too long afterwards were married. She was to stay out on the ranch while he continued to work in the city. The object was to build up an emergency fund to meet unexpected ranch problems.
The woman of his dreams had always been a city girl and knew nothing about the needs of a ranch. Problems with the house and outside with animals and etc. just never met her husband’s standards. He began to constantly nag at her to be better and listen to what he told her to do. She always replied by saying,”I AM DOING THE BEST I CAN.”
The hard winter of Wyoming was drawing to a close. The promise of spring on a beautiful day was everywhere. Jason had just returned from lunch and for some reason glanced out the window. Winter was making one last gasp. A dark weather front was moving through, a hunch urged him to leave early for the ranch. By the time he reached the house the temperature had dropped to bring snow and freezing winds. His wife was not inside. He found this note on the kitchen table.
I tried to remember what you told me. I have gone out to see about the livestock. Some have strayed to the back of the property. Don’t worry, I am doing the best I can.
Jason put on an extra coat, went out, and found his wife.
(No, it did not end this way. We always like to see “and they lived happily ever after.”) The husband suffered the terrible lost of his wife in the blizzard. The treasure of his life was gone. Gone was the “woman he had always dreamed about.”
So, husband or wife, girlfriend or boyfriend, remember that when you glance into one another’s eyes, you are seeing one of God’s treasures. There will never be another just like the one you are seeing.
But this precious treasure – this light and power that now shines within us – is held in a perishable container, that is, in our weak bodies. Everyone can see that the glorious power within must be from God and is not our own. (II Corinthians 4:7)
“Don’t pile up treasures on earth, where moth and rust can spoil them and thieves can break in and steal. But keep your treasure in Heaven where there is neither moth nor rust to spoil it and nobody can break in and steal. For wherever your treasure is, you may be certain that your heart will be there too!” Matthew 6:21
The Cracked Acorn: Booster shot
It is funny how one can recall an event that happened long long ago. It was maybe 1956 the first year of high school that I was called to the office; it was about a note from the county nurse, I had failed to have a shot, a booster for typhoid and should have it done soon. The Office person told me that I could be given time to have it done, even that morning if I wished. (I know what you are thinking but this is a different time in a different era!) I took the permission to do that and left the building, down the hill, across the street to walk 2 or 3 blocks to the family doctor for the shot. It was a nice sunny day in Franklin, Kentucky and made up for the displeasure about the thought of a needle in my arm.
I arrived in less than 30 minutes and entered Dr. Brawer’s office. His nurse was not there this day and only the doctor was there. He was a veteran of WWII and loved to talk about the war and how he wondered about the “boys” wounded he saved in combat. Today, the good doctor would have been in a hospital somewhere overcoming his “experiences” of the past.
He invited me into his office and welcomed the opportunity to talk about the war. After a few minutes, he asked why I was there and I handed him the note from school about a shot. When he reached for the piece of paper, I noticed that his hand shook quiet a lot and I thought would he be able to insert a needle into my arm. God must have been with me that day, the doctor took the note, made a check mark, initialed it and handed it back and said,”O.K.”
I took my time and walked slowly back to school; it was still a very, very nice day and God had blessed me. When I finally got off the 45 minute school bus ride and walked into the farm house, mother never asked about my day and I would probably had said what the doctor said “O.K.” Even at supper I never managed to tell about the doctor and what he had done, it would have been lost in talk about the farm.
“MEDIC WAS THE CRY BARELY HEARD ABOVE THE SOUNDS OF BOMBS AND RATTLINGS OF MACHINE GUN FIRE…CUTTING DOWN YOUNG MEN WITH STILL THE WET KISS OF THEIR MOTHERS ON THEIR FACES. ”
Waves of youth lost, the doctor was there, I wasn’t! Now that I am older I understand it, or maybe not; it was in early morning that I awoke and thought of the good doctor, somewhere now in heaven, if not, there is no God! ( but I know better! )
“Were you there when they crucified my Lord? Were you there? Some times it causes me to tremble, tremble! “– Mark 15:25 – from the ACORN!
The Cracked Acorn: The Good Land
“Oh Beluah land, sweet Beluah land as on thy highest mount I stand, I look away across the sea where mansions are prepared for me and view the shining glory shore, my home my hope for ever more.”
As the cursor flies across the page, hundreds and hundreds of immigrants are flocking to Calais, France; these are poor homeless souls fleeing what was left of their dwellings in the middle east countries that have had war for many years. The current mind set is that if you make it to France and maybe stow away to cross the English Channel, you will have sanctuary and a future. France is trying to get England to the message out that the weather on that foreign shore is wet, cold and English people are unfriendly, so far it has not worked.
I know that there are lots of homeless people now in the world and there are still areas that are mostly open to settlement. I have lately found a TV channel that imports foreign mysteries from Norway, Denmark, Sweden, Greenland, maybe even Siberia that could use a few more people. I find Virginia about as far north as I wish to live, winters are o.k. and not too severe; summers are predictable and if Virginians don’t like the weather, we just wait a few days and it changes. The sun, our solar heater only goes to 22 ½ degrees north, turns about and goes south below the equator and then to repeat the cycle, does this every year.
If people are serious about settling down for a good life, why not the Scandinavian countries? Certainly it is not the language, this can be overcome. How about the different cultures? Why aren’t people rushing north?
Fear less, hope more;
eat less, chew more;
whine less,breathe more;
talk less, say more;
hate less, love more;
and good things are yours.
The daily local newspaper ran an ad that said, “Telegraph office needs a qualified operator, be in the office at ten o’clock AM the following day.” On that day, several young men were in the lobby at ten o’clock sharp. There seemed to be something wrong with the speaker box on the wall, as it emitted lots of static. All of a sudden one of the young men got up and rushed through the door to the main office , only to reappear several minutes later. Everyone asked what was wrong? “Nothing”. He said “the static was a Morse code message saying come into the main office, first one gets the job!”
The Cracked Acorn: Christmas Time
And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night. An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. But the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid. I bring you good news that will cause great joy for all the people. Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is the Messiah, the Lord. This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger.” Suddenly a great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, praising God and saying, “Glory to God in the highest heaven,and on earth peace to those on whom his favor rests.” – Luke 2
It’s that time of the year and I am never ready for it!
For months now it has been peeking out of the corners of all the major discount stores.
Yes, it is “chestnuts roasting on an open fire” and “Jack Frost nipping at your nose” time of the year.
“I have shot an arrow into the Christmas season and I know not where it will fall!” Many seasons have come and gone since I was young enough to remember when it was time to find the small cedar tree in a fence row for the house, to decorate and admire for its beauty. Decorations were homemade for all even the star on the top was cut from heavy cardboard and covered in foil.
We all have them,and what would it be like if we were numb to everything? It seemed that every time we were reorganized in the federal government to better do our work there would be a new supervisor to try and give us that warm and fuzzy feeling about our work. This is good!, if not over done. The proper feeling about many of our activities and that does include the church work can accomplish amazing results.
Every year I wait for the melancholy and that warm fuzzy feeling that once again 365 days have just about disappeared into memories. My loved one and I were conversing about the holidays and the subject peanut butter popped up. I replied that I could not recall any such item during my childhood and that we were too poor to afford a jar of peanut butter. I could not remember when I first had peanut butter spread on anything to eat.
It is a wonderful season and I still enjoy seeing other people do their shopping and dragging the children with them. A very, very Kentucky Christmas Eve saw us shopping for groceries at the A & P or maybe we would drive the 50 miles to the Harvey’s Department store at Nashville, Tennessee. It was a treat to shop for gifts, have a meal and drive through an outdoor display at one of the large parks. Of course, the weather was very cold. I was probably already wearing my long johns with the trap door; houses were heated with wood stoves to ward off the cold from the single pane windows. If the prayer for the Christmas dinner was for our blessings; I asked for an early spring.
The Cracked Acorn: In a hurry!
I would hasten my escape from the windy storm and tempest. (Psalm 55:8)
Way back when, I was a few miles into the 35 miles drive to sort historic maps at the U.S. Geological Survey Library at Reston, Virginia. A pit stop was necessary to purchase a muffin and a newspaper; the bumper-to-bumper traffic was doing over 75 mph downhill when I pulled to the outside lane and into the 7-11 parking lot. I jumped out of the car, made the selections then waited to pay. I said to the man in front of me,”I wish this line would hurry up, I’m running third!”, this drew a few chuckles.
Meanwhile, the world’s largest optical telescope in the South Africa’s Great Karoo desert is searching out beyond the galaxies to the edge of the big bang. A project, the GIANT EAR, powered by the world’s largest EVEREDDY battery is to come online any moment now . If there is life out there, this will surely do the trick and can be picked up on the FM dial at 93.35 Megahertzs.
Yes!! Yes!! we are receiving a signal from the Crab Nebula! (Our connection to the optical Karoo scope will give us picture and sound.) Let’s Listen in!
KKROCK HAD ORBITED INTO THE LOCAL CRAB WAWA. HE HAS PARKED A PINK 2050 UGO WITH FINNED TWIN TURBOS.(The speed of light has put the UGO factory years ahead of us.) KKROCK RUSHES INSIDE TO GRAB A CHOCOYUM COVERED CARBON BAR AND SNATCHES A LARGE STELLERBUCKS WITH TRIPLE SIPS. “COULD YOU HURRY IT UP A LIGHT YEAR OR SO, I’M RUNNING THIRD. I AM LATE FOR MY JOB AT THE SIRRUS RED DWARF WAL*MART!”
“NOT TO WORRY”, SAYS THE MANAGER, “BUT I NOTICED THAT ONE OF YOUR TURBOS IS ACTING SLUGGISHLY. HAVE YOU TRIED OUR NEW FUEL?”
“NO, FOR MILLENIUMS I HAVE USED ONLY XREG”, REPLIED KKROCK.
“WELL! WELL! DO I HAVE GOOD NEWS FOR ALL YOU XREG USERS. SWITCH TO A FULL CHARGE OF ZOOMLAX FOR A SHOOTING START AT THE BEGINNING OF EVERY ORBIT. SOME OF OUR CUSTOMERS ARE NOW CONVINCED THAT ONLY ZOOMLAX WILL DO THE TRICK TO PUT THEM AHEAD OF THE CRAB NEBULA GRIDLOCKS. OLDER TURBOS MAY REQUIRE ZOOMLEADLAXLITE. MY! MY! WHEN WILL ALL THIS RUSHING END!!” THE MANAGER HAD A SMILE ON ALL OF HIS THREE HEADS BECAUSE HE HAD MADE ANOTHER CUSTOMER HAPPY!
(Stay tuned for what happens when the Karoo Scope & GIANT EAR finds KKROCK filling the wife’s UGO with ……losing contact….must get new EVEREDDY batteeerrryy…)
Why, are we in such a hurry? Even the micro wave oven is too slow!!!
List to the call, the gospel call today, Get in the glory land way. Wanderers, come home, O hasten to obey, For, I’m in the gloryland way!
I’m in a hurry to get things done
Oh I rush and rush until life’s no fun
All I really gotta do is live and die
But I’m in a hurry and don’t know why
(from the ALABAMA group)
An Jehu answered,”What have you to do with peace? Turn and follow me.” So the watchman reported,saying, “He went up to them and is not coming back; and the driving is like the driving of Jehu the son of Nimshi, for he drives furiously!” (2 Kings 9:19,20)
Psalm 46:10 “Be still, and know that I am God.”