WITH CHRISTMAS A-COMIN WE NEED TO BE A-SINGIN'! -- Just A Minute Radio for Wednesday 111130

Brrrr… When you have a few Fall days… with a bit of Indian Summer – and then quite a bit (several inches) of *warm* rain --- and THEN it starts to pretend it’s already the middle of WINTER… We know we’re at the end of November…

 

And we ready to go over the river and through the woods – and up in New England they have had a LOT of wet snow already this year.

 

Matter of fact in Connecticut there was a rather big story about the number of power outages they’ve had because of snow taking down limbs of trees. 

 

It’s the first time I’ve seen the word arborcide used in a news story.  It was in a rather plaintive note from a chilly real estate agent who said he’d rather read poetry by the light of his 100 watt incandescent bulb than gaze upon a lovely tree. (L)

 

They had a bad summer, fall and now winter… with trees falling on power lines and as a result are working on plans to bury powerlines… and see if they can’t get ‘tree-huggers’ to give up some of their hugees. 

 

But we’re doing OK in the Playfair area… there’s some rugged country over there in Oconee County… but you won’t hear people complaining about it. They  like it that way… “And don’t  you come ‘round heah stirring up trubble.”(The accent’s not quite right.. but close enough.(J)

 

So we’re movin’ on along. Glad you’re here… glad we’re here… and we’ll get right on to the business of having this hectic political season right in the middle of winter… Serves us right!  Eternal Vigilance *is* the price of liberty. So here we plunge into an election year beginning next month.  [Maybe ‘tis time to buy a spare set of earplugs.]

 

We’re headed out to bed since it’s almost midnight writing this.  We’ll see you tomorrow or the next day! (D.V.)

 

Cordially, IN HIM

 

Jack and Barbara

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WITH CHRISTMAS A-COMIN’ WE NEED TO BE A-SINGIN’!

 

MizP: Jist A Minit: Ah thank, Mr. Jack, hit’s time ta take a good look up.

Jack: Why do you say that Miz Pearlie?

MizP: Ah jist hates hit when we’s a gittin’ this close to Christmas an things is a-droopin’.

Homer: They done changed Black Friday ta Green Monday.

BB: Hit’s a sorta crazy season, Homer.

Homer: Yeah – pepper spray in Wal-Mart!….

MizP: Cud hit a bin at big piece a rock come b’twix us an th’ moon?

Jack: You folks been watching too much TV.

BB: Mr. Jack’s rite … we need ta git ta th’ seerus bidniss of Christmas.

Homer: Whut duz you have in mind?

Jack: Do you know what Sunday was?

MizP: Well five Sundays from now will be …

BB: Christmas!... Ah kin reed a calendar!

MizP: Oh --  Ah ‘members… Sunday was th’ firs Sunday in Advent.

BB: Oh yeah – keeps a-fergittin’ tha-ut.

Jack: Some churches celebrate it more than others but it’s th…

MizP: Wait, wait -- don’t tell me hit’s th’ Christmas season – fer real.

Homer: Thas a good way to say hit Miz Pearlie.

MizP: Hit’s jist a good way ta ‘recollect whut Christmas is awl about.

Jack: It marks the time we celebrate Christ coming to earth to be our Saviour.

BB: I ain’t no High churchman… but you’s rite hits time we ourt to pay tention to.

Jack: You’re right Mr. Bill. When the kids were still little we read the story.

MizP: The story of Christmas – an we lit th’ candles.

Homer: And we sang carols …

BB: An we re-membered the Baby Jesus in Bethlehem.

Jack: And what does that mean Miz Pearlie?

MizP: Hit’s a good way ta remember He came as our Saviour… ta save us.

Homer: An in this old worl we’s greatly in need of His savin’ like in th’ Bible.

Jack: Maybe we can talk about it more next Wednesday.  

Homer: Ah’d shore like tha-ut.

Jack: OK ‘til next Wednesday then … I’m Jack Buttram. (END)

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WHEN YOU SWING ON THE GATE IT WILL START TO SAG -- for Just A Minute Radio on Tuesday 111129

The gremlins – small and great – make you forget what you have done… and what you need to do sometimes… especially late at night.

 

So we’re trying to get a to bed a little earlier and not be a tempting target for the gremlins who are up to their old WWII tricks of making you forget or at least forget to remember.

 

It seems to be something the White House does not take into account that Americans listen to the news on TV and Radio as well as read the papers… and so a the time to vote begins to draw nearer the field begins to winnow down. I don’t know if that falls under the law of ‘diminishing returns’ but I’ll let it sit there.

 

Meantime we have a lot of rigorous campaigning to go on around us. And there are distractions… Sports and their ancillary problems. Then there’s the economy – and the variations in the housing market – unemployment but little sprigs of green here and there to show that things are still alive under all the leaves.  Now to get the raking up or doing what we think we ought to do for the coming cold weather…

 

But RIGHT NOW … well before we know it Thanksgiving is past and we’re sliding down the chute toward Christmas eve… we’re within a month’s time and it seems there’s *always* a LOT to do.  But don’t let it get you down.

 

From time to time I run into that little two liner… “Today is the tomorrow you worried about yesterday.”  So true, so true, and worrying about things doesn’t make’em any better… or disappear out of sight. We have entered that semi-magic area in which people do seem to be a bit more open to one another… and perhaps if we open our eyes a bit we see the needs of others.  So..it’s time to quit dreaming and start *getting it done*. My wife is doing some dolly work for the little kids… WE have so many little’uns nowadays we’ve just got to figure how they get here. (J)

 

And things just seem to tighten up all ‘round.  It’s a good thing we have January to help bring us back to earth again – and even things out.

 

Just remember… keep looking to Jesus the author and *finisher* of our faith who for the *joy* that was set before Him, endured the cross… despising the shame and is set down at the right hand of the throne of God. Let’s just begin to focus our thoughts on what Christmas is all about and how can we be effective in it.

 

Cordially, IN HIM

 

Jack

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WHEN YOU SWING ON THE GATE IT WILL START TO SAG

          Just a Minute:  As a boy, my Dad said he’d use the hickory switch if he saw me swinging on the garden gate again. Too bad Dad’s not among the White House advisers who could inform the Hawaiian/Indonesian – President he’s utilizing the “President’s plane” to win his own personal prize.

          The very day after his 2009 January inauguration he required the crew – and the backup plane and that crew to fly that one to fly the 100 miles or so down to Richmond for a speech. He could have made the overall trip quicker by helicopter.

          Monday’s Wall Street Journal on the front page says Mr. Obama has already set a new record jetting around the country ostensibly to get his “Jobs Bill” passed – but really  using Air Force One as a factor in a soon to appear book called (quote) “The Rise of the President’s Permanent Campaign.”

          In his 3^rd year in office Bill Clinton chalked up 40 trips; George Bush 49 -- on Thursday Mr. Obama will hit 57. Perhaps he’s planning to make a new National Debt record single handed. <> I’m Jack Buttram. (END)  

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FURTHER THOUGHTS ON LIVING -- for Just A Minute Radio on Monday 111128

Welcome to Mondays once more.  Are you getting tired of turkey sandwiches yet? 

 

My wife did a wonderful job of making some turkey gravy to go with some turkey meat and presented it with a bit of her excellent left-over cranberry sauce… and we were off to the Holiday season once again.  “Over the river and through the woods….” But we didn’t have any local snow.  In fact the temps around here even at night are up in the 60’s – which is a bit unusual but due to the southern flow of air toward the North.

 

That’s going to mean some WET weather to our north where the cold air awaits the southern warm air and turns all that moisture into rain.  So… last evening they began sending warnings to some of the mountainous places north of us – where the clouds will be persuaded by those higher elevations to “wring out” some of that moisture… and it may be resulting in fairly heavy rainfall totals.  That could mean flooding and those boys (and girls) at the WX BUREAUS always want to err on the side of warning for impending hazards rather than failing to ward.

 

So… if you think they’re pessimistic too much… just think whether you’d rather be warned and have it NOT happen… than the racket you’ll raise if a WX hazard does descend upon your driveway or nearby creek and you WEREN’T  warned.  Which error would you prefer?  Well… although I griped about it from time to time… I’d rather be flying in sunshine that resulted from having an inaccurate sunny forecast than dodging through thunderclouds about which I had NOT been warned.

 

See we sort of forget most of the airliners fly at altitudes where most of the weather is below them… but most of us who get to fly lighter, unpressurized smaller planes… well – we tend to fly down where the precip IS…  The things we usually miss are the 100 mph winds etc.  and some ice… it’s a complex world out there.

 

Today we’re trying to open up some discussion and perhaps learning about what the Bible means when warnings are given.  So… if you have a question or a comment… use the address lower down on this screen… to send me an e-mail – and since I don’t expect to be absolutely overwhelmed, I think I can answer them all in a rather brief span.  Let’s see how it goes if you wish to engage in some Q&A…  Thanks…

 

Cordially, IN HIM

 

Jack

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FURTHER THOUGHTS ON LIVING

          Just a Minute:  Last Monday we were talking about Woody Allen and how he got sort of ‘ticked off’ at an early age about ‘having to die’ – and since then I saw further auto-biography in which he describes his early years as being somewhat traumatic – but obviously he’s tried and succeeded in writing, filmmaking, directing, and had the usual un-satisfactory elements of several marriages.

          The Bible verse I quoted last Monday was Psalm 90 verse 12 which says: “So teach us to number our days that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom.”  But what does it mean? – You can learn for yourself. Just search the net… and you’ll get two dozen or more similar efforts to explain it to you. Each one contributes and builds on the understanding that the Lord has plugged in a handful of connections to explain His meanings.       

          I started this short discussion last week to; if possible, tweak your interest in discovering what God is telling you for yourself. If you wish we can carry this a bit further week by week.  I’ll look for your responses.

          Cordially, IN HIM – Jack Buttram

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THE BRONZES VS. THE HERITAGAGES' -- for Just A Minute Radio -- Friday 111125

We have come to the end of our rope…. Er… week. (L) Sorry ‘bout that.

 

These holiday weekends are the ‘week that wuz’ every time. Sometimes computers make up their own *minds* -- at least that’s the way it appears.

This week we had a file that is supposed to ‘cut and paste’ with no problem.  It would cut … but for the life of me I could not get it to paste on cue. There was just no *there* -- there… so we had to make up a new bridge or something. Thankfully there are people laboring around who don’t resent it.

 

Up to now I did not know there were any birds for sale in the frozen for T-Day bin that were anything other than turkey-burgers on the lamb. (Ie – lookin’ for a nice place to siddown.)

 

Anyway… we found out a LOT about Turkey history.  They can’t quite fit them into the Mayflower history… but maybe that’s just because they just don’t want to think about alternatives.  I often think about chickens and turkeys etc. living a pretty miserable life… the only benefit is it’s short!  However, we seldom think about it that way.

 

Well, it’s been a long walk on a short pier… we’ve got some store browsing to do today before it gets dark.  So have a good weekend… see you next week DV.

 

 

Cordially, IN HIM

 

Jack & Barbara

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THE BRONZES VS. THE HERITAGES’

          Just a Minute:  This originates from the Wall St. Journal Wednesday edition about yesterday’s Turkey-Day main dish. It’s the differences between, Bronzes, Narragansetts and Heritages -- turkeys which occupied your main-dish platters yesterday. Mishel Fisher, who sells turkeys having their roots in the 19^th century, -- they are called “heritage” birds.

          She says it’s a great conversation piece … when we tell people the turkey’s lineage goes back 150 years…  Those sell “back to the time before gobblers were bred for modern taste and mass production.” It costs about three times what she would have paid for an organic supermarket breed, but it’s her fourth year cooking one of these birds “as nature intended them to be.”

          Another line is sold by a poultry farm run by four generations of Mr. Frank Reece Jr’s family, tracing back to about 1890 when the Bird Brothers of Meyersdale, Pa., began selling their prizewinning Bronzes known for the coppery sheen of their feathers.

          You possibly didn’t know about your turkey’s history… Never can tell what you’ll learn on JUST A MINUTE.

                    <> I’m Jack Buttram. (END)  

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A CHANGE IN OUR THANKSGIVING MESSAGE -- for Thanksgiving Day Thursday 111124

I deeply regret the events coming out of the Middle East – particularly Egypt – caused a disruption in our radio schedule.

 

So we had to bump THE LANDING OF THE PILGRIM FATHERS off the air so we could bring a prayer request for peace in the Middle East to our listeners. 

 

It happens… and in this instance created a glitch in my computer so involved I could NOT change it no matter how hard I tried.  That’s why I say these confounded machines sometimes have a will of their own – from which they may not be separated! (L) ‘Tis Spooky as well as frustrating.

 

However, we survived getting that on the air (I hope) and so tomorrow right here on the JUST A MINUTE BLOG we’ll have another surprise.

 

Meantime – so you won’t feel (as I do) deprived from getting to visit with the Pilgrim Fathers… here’s a print out version of the complete poem by Ms. Hemans

 

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LANDING OF THE PILGRIM FATHERS

by: Felicia Dorothea Hemans (1793-1835)

HE breaking waves dashed high

On a stern and rock-bound coast,

And the woods against a stormy sky

Their giant branches tossed;

 

And the heavy night hung dark,

The hills and waters o'er,

When a band of exiles moored their bark

On the wild New England shore.

 

Not as the conqueror comes,

They, the true-hearted came;

Not with the roll of the stirring drums,

And the trumpet that sings of fame;

 

Not as the flying come,

In silence and in fear;

They shook the depths of the desert gloom

With their hymns of lofty cheer.

 

Amidst the storm they sang,

And the stars heard, and the sea;

And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang

To the anthem of the free.

 

The ocean eagle soared

From his nest by the white wave's foam;

And the rocking pines of the forest roared--

This was their welcome home.

 

There were men with hoary hair

Amidst the pilgrim band:

Why had they come to wither there,

Away from their childhood's land?

 

There was woman's fearless eye,

Lit by her deep love's truth;

There was manhood's brow, serenely high,

And the fiery heart of youth.

 

What sought they thus afar?

Bright jewels of the mine?

The wealth of seas, the spoils of war?

They sought a faith's pure shrine!

 

Ay, call it holy ground,

The soil where first they trod;

They have left unstained what there they found --

Freedom to worship God.

"Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers" is reprinted from Historic Poems and Ballads. Ed. Rupert S. Holland. Philadelphia: George W. Jacobs & Co., 1912.

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            So – there you have it. I have to read a shorter version on the air… but this unabridged version is (IMO) much more majestic and captures the rhythm of the ocean waves crashing on the ‘wild and rock bound coast!

 

            Got to finish a program for Friday too… see you later

 

 

            Cordially, IN HIM

            Barbara and Jack Buttram

      Have a happy and blessed Thanksgiving~

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A CHANGE IN OUR THANKSGIVING MESSAGE

          Just a Minute:  Computer problems dictate a need to forego our traditional Thanksgiving poem.  More than 1000 protestors have been injured over the weekend in Egypt.  Tahrir Square and other parts of Cairo and other cities are troubled with casualties.   

          Apparently the military leadership is on a collision course with the continuing efforts of protestors. The Field Marshals continue to put off voting and activists are noting this is what the military leadership promised under Mubarak that turned out not to be sincere. It was designed to preserve the power for the military.

          Day before yesterday Field Marshal Husein Tantawi, head of the very secretive Supreme Council of the Armed Forces broadcast on state-owned TV a promise to hold elections by the middle of 2012. But even that failed to tamp down the continued uprising and response of tear gas against the citizenry.

          So let our efforts on this Thanksgiving Day be payers for peace particularly in Egypt as the strife grows greater. God alone is able to bring peace to pass this Thanksgiving. <> I’m Jack Buttram. (END)  

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NOTHING HEARD FROM MR. "O" - WHAT DO WE DO NOW? - for JUST A MINUTE RADIO - Wednesday 111123

We draw – or are drawn into -- the holiday vortex, and are happy about it…. Mostly.

 

The difficulty comes when it gets down to ‘duties never conflicting… (just overlapping).  Students from BJU back in the ‘50’s will recall that reality with a smile.

 

Trouble is with the capabilities of record keeping, and class and other meetings and appointments during the “pencil and paper” era of the dark ages, we did find ourselves obligated to be in two places at the same time… The Founder, Dr. Bob Jones, Sr. used to emphasize a saying – or perhaps there were administrators who ‘jumped on it’ when there were sometimes expectations to be in two different places at the same time.  “Duties never conflict!” – was the banner raised over the difficulties. And the standard response was – “No… they just ‘overlap.’”  Not exactly a satisfactory answer when appearing before the Discipline Committee for adjudicating demerit-slip grievances. (L)

Some time ago as a graduate I was asked how I described the discipline and general rule-keeping at BJU. I recall there was a small notice on the inside of each dorm rule (I assume it was the same on the girl’s side of the campus) that the first rule was “Constructive suggestions appreciated; griping not tolerated.”  So no real doubt about it in those days shortly after the conclusion of WWII… when a lot of BJ students were veterans now engaged in education having been in combat or combat theatres. The atmosphere was one of “spit&polish” which ex-‘dogfaces’ and ‘plebes’ recognize as excuses that were not readily accepted.

So my response to the question was that BJU was widely thought of – at least among the young men – as “West Point without uniforms.”

Thus when we start crowding Halloween up next to Thanksgiving and dumping over the turkey and cranberries in getting to the actual nativity week… things just remind me of the ‘whirl’ that I recall being caught in when I was a lowly ‘freshman’ with more reading to do than I could imagine – and always being up against a deadline. As I’ve grown older I see life is filled with deadlines… it’s not just at school.  There are hurdles to be crossed and I suppose that’s one of the bigger lessons learned growing up. Maybe some people master it better than others. Anyway – I’m beatin’ around the bush too long. I’ve got two more scripts to write and programs to put together before the weekend… I thought I left all that behind when I graduated.  – But I find out different every day. (J)

Cordially, IN HIM – I look forward to being with you tomorrow.

Jack Buttram

 

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NOTHING HEARD FROM MR. “O” – WHAT DO WE DO NOW?

 

BB: Jist A Minit– Since awl th’ Pres-dint is sayin’ is “NO!” Whut air we supposed ta do now?

MizP: Well ah certain cain’t figger hit out. They done disbanded th’ soop-er doo-per committee.

BB: And they didn’t git a thang done. Ah knowed hit was a-gonna happen tha-ut way.

Homer: Well Mr. Jack th’ ReePubs wuz set agin enny tax increase…

BB: Yeah they done pledged tha-ut fer th las ‘lection.

Homer: So they caint go back on they’re word.

MizP: But th’ Dimmer-crats done pleged ta give everbody a raise an…an

BB: No hit wuz ta raize taxes on ‘em milliyun airs.

Jack: What about forcing people to buy medical insurance? Can you do that?

BB: If’n you kin hole ‘em in jail long enuff …  

MizP: No no … you cain’t watter board ‘em.

Jack: We’re getting way off the subject here.

BB: Whut IS th’ subject when th’ sooper committee done throwed up hit’s hans an…

            … ain’t nobody kin stop’em.

MizP: Ah bet Ah could if’n you’d jis cut me a hanful of hickry sticks…

BB: Ah got my pocket-knife rite here.

Jack: Wait a minute…wait… do you know what tomorrow is?

BB: Hit’s Thursday….

MizP: Hit’s th fowth Thursday in November. You know…

BB: Course Ah know… hit’s Thanksgiving.

Jack: And what does that mean MsPearlie?

MizP: In November hit means hit’s a day on which we Thanks God.

Jack: Like the first Pilgrims did?

BB: Yeah… like th Pilgrms. --  Ah guess ah done got carried away.

Homer: Well… Ah’m sorry.

Jack: I’d like for you all to be listening tomorrow… we’ll have our

      traditional Thanksgiving poem – Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers.

MizP: Ah’ll be a-listnin’

BB: Me too --  Awl of us… Happy Thanksgivin’ Everbody. C’bye

Jack: I’m Jack Buttram – Blessed Thanksgiving to you all.

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MR. MATTHEWS SAYS THE THRILL IS GONE - For JUST A MINUTE RADIO -- Tuesday 111122

Hard to believe but we’re steadily ticking our way to the T-Day Thursday – and aren’t we glad! (J)

 

Actually, I was worried my wife might make me get up at 11:30PM on Thanksgiving to be sure to be at one of the midnight sales that are being so heavily touted this holiday season.  No wonder you see so many men with bleary eyes… eat all day expecting to be able to sleep it off… and BANG… out the door before midnight… actually some stores are not even going to close their doors but just go right on selling through the holiday.

I’m glad I don’t understand how all of that is supposed to work. But I’ll just hang around to see what happens on Friday morning… other than multiple car wrecks from sleepy drivers. Oh well… it’s what people *want* to do… and then sit around over the weekend to watch a couple of dozen big brutes agitate a bag full of hot air – known as a football. I dunno – life takes on a funny shape when the holidays draw nigh.

 

The Santas are about… the tinkling of the Salvation Army Kettle ringers… or however one describes it. I guess I could do with a lot less of the buildup for the big let down… Do you remember how sad your sister was when her bicycle was not as big as her sister’s was… and all day Christmas Day she moped… and a cold envelope descended on the family.  It happens sometimes…  The problem is.. I reckon – we take our eyes off the real reason for the season. Now here I am coming along… and well….

 

I’ll just tell you what… I stop there and spend the rest of the week celebrating the Advent Season… and maybe I can interest some of the kiddos too.. giving us some of the *real* reason for the season. It’s too good to mess up with the wrong goals. And when we’re little… and don’t understand it all… well… it’s even harder.

 

But if we’ll turn our eyes upon Jesus… He’ll make it right… and it’ll all come out at the right place… I’m convinced. Just get out your Bible and read from the Gospel of Luke… Second chapter… that’ll get you in the mood … it does the trick for me. It’s a matter of getting recalibrated to what’s important for eternity… and that’s pretty hard to explain to the ‘little’uns… they understand cookies and candies and goodies easier… but it’ll help if you grandma’s and grandpa’s will help – I heard children saying to one another that they – the grandparents – are the only ones who have time to listen. Maybe you and I both can make some time to listen… I hope so.  God bless us every one.

 

Cordially, IN HIM

 

Jack & Barbara

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MR. MATTHEWS SAYS ‘THE THRILL IS GONE!’

          Just a Minute: Chris Matthews, a former Tip O’Neil staffer who passes along to the lesser NBC farm teams his take on today’s news of the day -- has practically taken to bed because of “The Leader’s lack of leadership in the current situation.”

            Mr. Matthews has lost the tingle up his leg so widely advertised some years back when he heard President Obama speak. Now, apparently, it takes more than silver words from the golden-haired news man to stimulate Matthews to his former excitement level. But he’s still looking for fresh orders from his ‘commander in chief’.

          There’s so little to lead cheers for – no man to the moon – no Reformed Peace Corpsmen. Matthew asks: Why does he want a second term? Will he let us in on the secret? Where are we going? He’s not told us what he’s going to do about Medicare, Medicaid, Social-Security, Long-term debt, reform of the Tax system. Just tell us, commander, give us our orders and tell us where we’re headed?” Matthews said.

          No wonder so many on Chris’ team feel lost in the fog. <> I’m Jack Buttram.  (END)

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I SHOULDN'T HAVE LEFT YOU *JUST HANGING*! -- for Just a Minute Radio -- Monday 111121

I don’t know when I’ve had a harder time getting the computer to do what *I* want it to do…

 

It always happens, I though, usually when I’m in a hurry. Yesterday I started in the middle of Sunday afternoon to accomplish writing the script for Monday – only to find I had more problems with the ‘highly edited’ manuscript.

 

Problem is when you edit the script A LOT – the computer gets recalcitrant.  (You didn’t know computers have emotions did you?  I found it out when I bought my first ‘trash-80’ RS computer in about 1985.) That machine was devilish in it’s resistance to doing what *I* wanted it to do. My wife remembers me coming up stairs (our office was in the basement) night after night grumbling and griping because it would NOT do what I wanted.

 

Does a computer have a brain?  Well it’s not very BIG compared to the ones that took up whole rooms and required air-conditioning. But that’s all water under the bridge. I’ve been working with computers a LONG time – they just haven’t been working with me. (L)///  Grrr….

 

But someday… someday…. Ahh…. Give up! 

 

You CAN’T GIVE UP when you’re in the middle of a job you promised the client by morning! 

 

Well…no sennce griping about it… I’m never going to get computers to come over to MY way of thinking… I’ll die first… maybe not too much in the future. What I’m MOST happy about after that go round is there WON’T BE COMPUTERS in Heaven!  Because nothing sinful is going to be there… and I’m sure computers are sinful… just like the Apostle Paul is probably rejoicing that there are no ships nor recalcitrant donkey’s in Heaven.  Well – at least that’s what *I* think.

 

When I get there I’ll be happy to change my opinion to whatever the Lord wants.

 

Glad you came by today… let’s do it again soon!

 

Cordially, IN HIM

 

Jack

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