My Odd Thought For Today

 As I was brushing my teeth this morning, the most random question popped into my head: does God have teeth? Where in the world had that come from? My initial thought was no He doesn't. After all: what would He need them for? And isn't He mostly Spirit? 

Then I thought about Jesus. He had teeth, but that's while He was on earth in his human form. So when He ascended into Heaven, I presume He returned to his spiritual form which meant He probably didn't have teeth. I don't think the Trinity is eating anything right now. I know in descriptions of Heaven from the Bible, there will be huge grapes and such; and we will be eating from the Tree of Life so we will have teeth as you need them to eat fruit.

I decided to run this question by Brie. "So...do you think God has teeth?" She blinked blankly at me. "What? I think so because He must have had a real face when He showed himself to Moses at the burning bush." "No, the bush didn't have a human appearance. "And when Moses asked God to show himself, God said he would perish if he saw His full glory. "Then Moses said, 'Now, please show me your glory'." Exodus 33:18 But "The Lord answered, “I will cause all my goodness to pass in front of you, and I will announce my name, the Lord, so you can hear it. I will show kindness to anyone to whom I want to show kindness, and I will show mercy to anyone to whom I want to show mercy. But you cannot see my face, because no one can see me and live. “There is a place near me where you may stand on a rock. When my glory passes that place, I will put you in a large crack in the rock and cover you with my hand until I have passed by. Then I will take away my hand, and you will see my back. But my face must not be seen.” Exodus 33:19-23

Then I mentioned this: "Jesus saith unto him, Have I been so long time with you, and yet hast thou not known me, Philip? he that hath seen me hath seen the Father; and how sayest thou then, Show us the Father?" John 14:9

However, have you noticed how when we depict God, He is always an old man with wild white hair and flaming eyes? Those pictures don't look like pictures of Jesus. So maybe it was metaphorical, based on His spirituality and indwelling of the Holy Spirit. Who knows? But it's interesting to think about!

Speaking of interesting, I have to share this photo with you. Brie said not to because it's kind of scary, but this has me fascinated. You know how cherubim are always depicted as little adorable chubby angel babies? Well I'm not sure where that description comes from, but if you go to the book of Ezekiel, Chapter 10, you will find the actual description of the cherubim. The description is too long for me to post here, but I will show the picture I found:

As you can see, there is a lot happening in this picture (I wish it was bigger so you could see all of it). Quick description: the angel has four faces, one of a man, one of a cherub, one of a lion and one of an eagle. Under the wings are the hands of a man. There are actually four wheels like chrysolite and each wheel intersects another wheel. The wheels are covered in eyes, as are the entire bodies of cherubim (including their backs, hands and wings). When they move, the wheels move with them. When they are still, so are the wheels. Whatever direction the cherubim would go, they wouldn't have to turn because there is a face on each side.

Whew, that's a lot to take in! But I find this kind of stuff fascinating!

So from my odd question, I got a little Bible study in here for you too. Just goes to show: you never know what you're going to get when you read one of my posts. And I really do appreciate all of you for reading 💟 

Midnight In The Switchgrass

 Yesterday was Juneteenth so I had the day off. "Juneteenth marks our country’s second independence day. Although it has long been celebrated in the African American community, this monumental event remains largely unknown to most Americans. The historical legacy of Juneteenth shows the value of never giving up hope in uncertain times." Please feel free to google Juneteenth to get a proper description of this new federal holiday.

Anyway, since I was home, Brie was sleeping and Kitty was at water aerobics at the Y, I had the morning to myself! When this rare event occurs, I look for a good movie to watch. Going to the Guide, I hunted through channels until I saw something entitled "Midnight in the Switchgrass" from 2021. What the heck was this?

It turned out to be probably one of the last movies Bruce Willis made before his diagnosis, although he did show signs of aphasia while filming. I love Bruce Willis, but a couple of the other actors gave me pause. Megan Fox? Machine Gun Kelly? Did I really want to see them? I didn't recognize anyone else's name. The info said "Two FBI agents cross paths with Crawford, a Florida cop who's investigating a string of murders that appear to be related. When an undercover sting goes horribly wrong, Crawford soon finds himself in a twisted game of cat and mouse with the killer." Megan Fox was the FBI agent, Bruce Willis her FBI higher-up, Emile Hirsch was the Florida state officer and Lukas Haas was the serial killer. I thought he looked familiar but couldn't place him. He used to be a creepy child actor, so he fit this role as an adult. Machine Gun Kelly was the loser (think silver mouth grille and tattoos) who ran the seedy motel where the hookups / abductions took place. And of course he had a couple of gratuitous scenes with Megan Fox since he only took the role to meet her. The rest is history, as they say. 

The suspense was really good. It was one of those movies where they let you know early who the bad guy is, but then you have to go along with the cops to figure out how they will discover his identity and hopefully catch him. There are parts where  you wonder who might still be alive at the end. Will any of the girls be found alive? The law enforcement officers? Family members? You have to stick around to find out! And surprisingly: it's based on a true story of Texas' most dangerous serial killer, but moved the location to Florida.

Don't get me wrong: it isn't a perfect movie, but it did keep me on the edge of my seat and had me looking away a couple of times. It made absolutely no money at the box office (think less than $1 million). But for a rating, I give it more than Rotten Tomatoes did. I give it 3.5 out of 5 stars. It's a solid crime thriller, and I would watch it again. I hope you get a chance to check it out. I don't think you'll regret it!

By the way, Sylvester Stallone's daughter Sistine Stallone has a small part. As for the movie title: it refers to a switchgrass field in Florida where the killer keeps some of his victims captive. Truth is stranger than fiction.

Cherish Your Fathers

 

Father’s Day is Sunday. I wrote this blog post 9 years ago. Unfortunately, I never finished the book I had planned to write. I doubt I ever will. But thank you for reading what would have been the preface.

 

THE YEAR WITHOUT A FATHER

 

My mother had left me a voicemail at work.  Even before I retrieved it, I

had a feeling that I knew what it was. “Hello?”

“Ms. Marie, you rang?”

“Yes.”

“Is something wrong?”

“I think we have a problem.”

“Which is?”

“It’s your father.  I think he stopped breathing.”

I could feel my mind shutting down and automatic pilot kick in.  “Are you sure he’s not breathing?”

She hesitated.  “Yes.”

“Did you call 9-1-1?”

“No.”

“Do you want me to call 9-1-1?”

“Yes.”

“Is anyone else home?”

“Yes.  Keith and Robin are here.”

“Have one of them call 9-1-1.  You need me?”

“Yes.”

“I’m on my way.”

As I hung up the telephone, it felt like someone was sticking thousands of needles into my face and chest.  I remember thinking God, I hope I’m not having a heart attack. I guess I was in shock.

I walked to my supervisor’s cubicle.  She took one look at my face and stood up.  “Rita, what is it?”

“My father just died,” I replied faintly, and felt tears run down my face.

She immediately put her arms around me.  “I’m so sorry, sit down.”   She took my hands.

“I have to leave.”

“I know.  Who can I get to drive you home?”

I wiped my face.  “I can drive.”

But she wouldn’t hear of it.  “You may think you’re okay but I’ll feel better if someone else drives you.”

I thought for a second and regained my composure.  “Leena in HR.  I’m sure she’d be able to.”

“You stay right here and I’ll get her.”

I stayed seated in Terry’s cube as I tried to fathom the fact that my father was dead and no one had called the ambulance.  Then I saw Leena race by on her way to my cube.  I stood up as she came back and saw me; then she ran over and enveloped me in a hug, murmuring words of comfort.  Sure enough, that started me crying again but only for few seconds.

“Where’s your stuff?  Are you ready to go?”

“I have to turn off my computer and get my purse.”

“I can take care of that,” Terry said.

“I have to fill out a form for leaving early.”

“Don’t worry about that,” Terry said as the three of us made it over to my cube.  “Leena, can you pull your car up?  Rita and I will meet you there so we can avoid any questions.”

“Sure thing.”  She gave me another squeeze.  “I’ll meet you in a couple of minutes.”

At my cube I quickly put an ‘out of office’ message on my email, told Terry that I’d do the phone voicemail later and collected my purse and little work bag.  She thought we should go out the back way to avoid any questions, and I agreed.  However, when we got to the back entrance, there was no Leena.  After a couple of minutes, we realized that she probably went to the front lobby entrance, so we went there and luckily didn’t encounter anyone on the way. 

Sure enough, after a minute Leena drove up and I got into her car.  “Don’t worry, I’ll get you home real quick,” she said in her Louisiana drawl.

That proved to be prophetic.  I had no idea her little Honda could go that fast; but thankfully there were no state troopers on the highway that afternoon.  Even though I know we talked, it’s difficult to remember much of what was said.  I told her about what my mother had said, and she asked, “Do you think anyone did call 9-1-1?”

“I’m sure someone did.” I had my hands tightly clasped together.  I was subconsciously willing the car to go faster because I knew I needed to get to my parents’ house.

When we finally hit that block I could see there was already an ambulance in attendance, and a police car was there as well.  “This doesn’t look good,” I said.

Leena pulled up at the service station right next door and I jumped out of the car after quickly grabbing my things.  She followed me into the house…

 Clarence Debnam, 1918 - 2004

 

Tomorrow marks 10 years since I lost my father.   This is an excerpt from a book I wanted to write about his last year with us. But as you can see: I wasn’t able to do it.

I loved my father and I still miss him. That year was one that had a major impact on my life, and changed me in ways I didn’t anticipate.

Hmm, maybe this will be the year I finish the book. Within the next 12 months, conceivably. With that being said: I’ll keep you posted.

Miss you Daddy Clank.

 

I'm Not That Scary!

 As I've admitted before, I am not petite. Brie has always called me a giant, even though it technically isn't true and she's just a hater. But since she's only 5'5.5", I must seem like Yeti beside her. So it's just a matter of perspective. Marie now is about 4'11", so I don't even want to know how she considers me!

I never thought of myself as scary big. Sure, sometimes children run and hide and villagers light torches, but other than that I usually laugh it if off when someone mentions my height. I get it from my father, who was over six feet tall.

With this in mind, one autumn evening many years ago, I was at home with nothing to do. Kitty was in her room watching a video and I wanted some company. I decided to go visit Marie, who I was sure would be happy to see me.

It was a little brisk out that night, so I pulled on my long black wool coat and headed out. I noticed as I got in my car that the clouds had rolled in, obscuring the moon, but that was okay: at least while in my driveway.

My parents lived in a house that is not only set back from the street, but is surrounded by large trees and shrubbery. It's very picturesque, but the downside is they never bothered to install an outside light and the streetlight only shone so far towards the house. But as I turned into their driveway my headlights didn't show any wildlife lurking about (hi Mr. Skunk!) so I figured a quick walk up to and onto the porch would be non-eventful.

I reached the front screen door and was putting my car keys in my pocket. I reached up to knock on the door, but before I could actually knock the front door opened and there stood Marie. Oh good, she must have seen the headlights when I turned in and had opened the door for me. However, she didn't say anything or move, so neither did I.

Suddenly, she let out a bloodcurdling scream! It scared me so much, I screamed too! Then I said, "What's the matter?" Was someone holding a gun to her back??

"Oh good Lord, it's just you," she said breathlessly, placing a hand over her heart.

"Who in the world did you think it was? You opened the door for me!"

"No, I was getting ready to place the newspaper recycling on the porch. I just opened the door and I saw this great big dark thing looming on the porch. I didn't know what it was!"

Big dark looming thing? I realize I was wearing black and I'm tall, but hellooo! "Who did you think it was: the grim reaper?" By now we were both giggling at how ridiculous we must have looked: standing there screaming in each other's faces! And I did tell her that now might be a good time to finally install a porch light!

My Country Gospel Song

 I am just a single dad

Doing what I can.

Trying to raise my girl up right

It's hard when you're a man.

But I did the best I could

And taught her dark from light.

Than one night she came to me

With quite a terrible plight.

Someone help me with my girl,

Who all will that be?

I heard a voice inside that said,

"God, Allen Jackson and me."

Crying, my girl came to me

She had a broken heart.

Because her man betrayed her trust

The two just had to part.

I thought he had been good to her

Suspended all belief.

To my surprise he was just

A liar and a cheat.

Someone help me with her grief,

Who all can that be?

Once again I heard a voice,

"God, Allen Jackson and me."

Cheating wasn't all he did

Of drugs he was a user. 

Something else rose from his past: 

He was an abuser.

Seeing my daughter cry and cry

Just tore my heart in two.

I bowed my head and said aloud,

"Lord, what can I do?"

Then I heard that still, small voice

"You know what you should say,

"My words are nestled in your heart

"So bring them out today."

I took my daughter's hand in mine,

The message to impart:

"God and I are sorry that

"You have a broken heart.

"But there are things that God can see

"And we don't have a clue.

"He had to take you out of this

It's how he's protecting you."

I knew that God had all in hand

And one day she would see,

How she was taken care of by

God, Allen Jackson and me.

I turned the television on,

A pastor began to speak.

As we listened my girl and I

Were on the edge of our seats.

"You might not know a reason now

"But trust: one day you will.

"God will take away your pain

"For now: peace be still."

My daughter looked at me in awe:

"It's just like you had said!

"God is always here for me

"And keeps me safe from dread."

Thankfully, she understood

And clearly she could see,

She'd be fine, thanks to us:

God, Allen Jackson and me."

I'll be shopping this one around! 😉