Kelly's Korner

I Held Your Hand

2009-05-18T19:54:00.000-07:00

I Held Your Hand
Written for My Wife Barbara

In Honor of Her Birthday

The Nineteenth Of May

5/18/09

You know the time-worn story I tell,

And I still remember the details so well,

I slipped, wondering where I might land,

On that first date, I held your hand.

You reached out and clasped my hand so tight,

You kept me from falling down the hill that night,

It just happened, it wasn’t planned,

But I’m forever grateful that I held your hand.

So often I’ve had to head into surgery,

For my back, my wrists, or even my knee,

It could have been more than I could stand,

Except you were always there to hold my hand.

I have often spoken of my bruises from childbirth,

From where you squeezed my arm for all it was worth,

I was glad when fathers-to-be were not banned,

So I could watch over you, and hold your hand.

You’ve been there for me all through the years,

You’ve laughed with me, you’ve shared my tears;

There’s no way that I can make you understand,

How great I feel when I hold your hand.

We both are growing older, (though you don’t seem to),

But we share every moment ;yes, we always do,

That long ago it just happened, it wasn’t planned,

But I’m forever grateful that I held your hand.

So, today brings another birthday wish from me,

A wish that it will be as happy as can be,

And remind you of all the falls that were not planned,

That you saved me from, as I held your hand.

I Love You DEAN

A Couple of Play Reviews

2009-04-25T10:39:00.000-07:00

(First of all let me go ahead and say that I am more of an apologist than a critic.)

M*A*S*H -- Millbrook Community Players. April 25, 30, March 1, 2 at 7:30; Apr.26, 2:00 Robinson Springs Elementary School Auditorium, Millbrook, AL.

Stephanie McGuire directs this very family friendly play. It is a lot of fun, with some poignant moments. It minimizes the sexual induendos of the TV show, and presents a very neat story of the 4077th.

I am a little prejudiced, since our son Chris is in it, playing Walt, the Dentist who wants to commit suicide. He is his normal hilarious self (in my totally unprejudiced view). Michael Snead plays Trapper John; long and lankey Stan Rosenthal is Hawkeye; John Collier is Duke. All of them do a very good job at their respective parts. Daniel Harms is Radar Reilly, and plays the part to a tee. I have been privileged to work with all of these in the past. Of course Collier and his wife Rae Ann (Hotlips Houlihan), Chris and Daniel have all performed at Faulkner over the years. Snead along with Randy Burdick (Father Mulcahy) are regular attendees of Faulkner plays as well. Charlie Mulchahy is pleasently befuddled as Colonel Blake, and John Chain is every bit the general as General Hammond.

One pleasant surprise is Robbie Ricks as the young Korean houseboy who dreams of being a doctor. He plays the part with enthusiasm, and is the easy recipient of the audiences empathy. I don't mean to leave anyone out, but this is a large cast. They do a very fine job of entertaining the audience as an ensemble cast.

IF YOU CAN AT ALL, PLEASE TAKE AN EVENING OR AFTERNOON AND GO SEE THIS VERY GOOD PLAY. I believe that you will be glad you did!

A FUNNY THING HAPPENED ON THE WAY TO THE FORUM. The Wetumpka Depot Players
April 25, 30, May 1, 2, 7, 8, 9 at 7:30; May 3 2:00 at the Wetumpka Depot, Wetumpka, AL.

Under the very capable direction of Kristy Meanor and the always outstanding musical direction of Marilyn Swears, the Depot puts on an outstanding ensemble-driven show. Kristy has done a marvelous job of casting, and each performer perfectly fits the part assigned. Again, my personal prejudice comes through: Jason Morgan (Hero), Jennifer Haberkorn (Philia), Bill Nowell (Eronius), Kurt Geopinnger (a Protean - and about 5 other parts), and Kari Gatlin (a Geminae) are all folks that I have worked with at Faulkner, and I count each of them as a friend. But my estimation of the job they do in this play does not require any predujice toward them. They are outstanding. I have also had the pleasure to work with Steve Phillips (Lycus), Jacob Aldredge (Protean), and others in the cast as well. Tom Salter (Pseudolus) does an amazing job in a very pivotal role. William Harper (Senex) and Layne Holley (Domina) as a very unhappily married couple are hilarious as well. And a wonderful take-yourself-too-seriously comic job is done by Paul Travinsky as Miles Gloriousus.

I have to admit that I think that a newcomer to the Wetumpka Depot, (who graduated with my daughter Carol Leah from Prattville), Jonathan Conner very nearly stole the show. In a show full of wonderful and hilarious acting, he was outstanding as the very nervous Hysterium.

It is a wonderful show. It is not quite as family friendly as MASH, due to the storyline and the inherent innuendoes, but it is a great deal of fun, and well worth your time if you keep that in mind.

AGAIN, I HOPE YOU WILL GIVE AN EVENING OR AFTERNOON TO SUPPORT THE DEPOT, AND FOR A RIB-SPLITTING HILARIOUS TIME.

Barbara Kelly's Reflections on Life - Entry Two

2008-11-18T14:30:00.000-08:00

Possibly one of the cruelest ways to punish a vibrant, energetic, full of life child of around twelve years of age is to hold them captive and make them participate in singing lessons. That was the last thing on this beautiful God-given planet that I wanted to do. About the only thing that could make it worse would be if your step-father was the teacher. Well, that was the plight in which I found myself.
My step-father’s name was Mr. Tharp, at least, that what I called him to his face; I won’t mention what I called him to his back. He was a very old man; he was in his sixties when my mother married him and he seemed ancient to me. (I still think Mom married him just because he had an inside toilet). He was an old farmer, very old fashioned, sternly of the old school of mind and very fussy. I think he spent more time agitated with my niece and me than anything else. (Of course, looking back over our lives together, we provided him with plenty of things to be agitated about.) We took for our own personal use just about everything that was his including his tools, his wheel barrow, his mules; nothing was sacred. And most of the time, whatever we took would wind up broken, left out in the rain or some other misfortune would come to it. But the part of him that I hadn’t remembered until recently is that he was a music teacher. My step-father had sat at feet of such men as Virgil Stamps, of the Stamps-Baxter quartet, in singing schools. He had taken the knowledge he gained from singing schools and applied it wherever and whenever he could. He had conducted singing classes in church any time that he was allowed or encouraged to. He enjoyed singing and most of all he enjoyed teaching singing. The problem was, when it came to me, he had a very unwilling student. I remember many days when I sat in our living room singing the scale over and over…do, re, mi, fa, sol, la, ti, do. I sat there trying to recognize half notes from quarter notes on his chalk board and hoping to guess them correctly so I could escape that much more quickly and get on with my life. I would look out the screen door and my faithful old dog would be looking in, panting and wondering why I wasn’t coming out to play and explore new and exciting things with him and, of course, that made me want to go even more. After multiple looks at the doors or yawns of boredom and slouching down as far as I could in my chair to make it obvious how I felt, Mr. Tharp would finally give up in frustration and tell me to go. I would burst out the door running with my dog, on to the next adventure in the expanse of the many fields that were our farm.
A few days ago, I was called upon to sing at a memorial service for someone in our small community. I have been asked to do such things over the years, but with this one particularly, there was a song that I didn’t know; actually had never heard. The song wasn’t that difficult and I was to sing harmony. A friend helping out with the song, leaned over to me and said, “I’ll just follow your lead!” We engaged in a quiet conversation at that point and I found out that she had always wanted music lessons when she was a child and her family couldn’t afford them. My friend and I are about the same age and the thought struck me, I had within my own house where I lived what she had wanted so desperately as a child and couldn’t have. Yet, I didn’t want to take the time to appreciate it. All I can think now is, “Thank you, Mr. Tharp”.

Barbara Kelly's Reflections on Life - Entry One

2008-11-18T14:13:00.000-08:00

Life can be quite coincidental. In February of 1978, I entered the only hospital that was located in Osceola, Arkansas having a miscarriage. It was a sad occasion indeed made more so by our excitement and readiness for a baby. The hospital was extremely small, and while private rooms had not yet been conceived of in that part of the world, my first night there I was fortunate enough not to have a roommate. Shortly after that first night, the life that might have been was gone and we were left to deal with the loss in the best way that our young hearts could. I had plenty of Job’s comforters to come by with “comfort” and advice telling me such things as, “it’s for the best, you know, after all it might have been deformed in some way”. (My husband has always told me, and I quite agree with him, that people need to have lessons on hospital visitation and what not to say when visiting patients). Nevertheless, we each have our own unique ways of dealing with sadness and anxiety and the best way for me then, and even now to some extent, is to be alone. And when I say alone, that doesn’t exclude my husband. Even then, we were such a part of each other that it didn’t feel right when we weren’t together. By the second day, after a D & C and with the help of drugs that made the room spin, I was doing all right with my sadness and frustration. By late afternoon, nurses rushed into the room rolling a bed with a woman on it. Oh no, a roommate! That was the last thing in the world that I wanted! But ready or not, and whether I wanted it or not, here she came. She was a very young black woman and she was exhausted having just given birth. After nurses got her settled in, we were alone. This had really messed things up for me because now my husband couldn’t stay with me tonight. And to be honest, the last thing that I wanted was someone happily talking about the baby they had just given birth to, although she had every right in the world to be happy. One of the first questions from her was, “what did you have?” I told her a miscarriage. She just said, “Oh”. What else was there to say? A few moments elapsed and I said, “And you?” She told me she had had a little boy. This short attempt at conversation seemed to break the awkward silence between us and we engaged in amiable conversation thereafter. Time passed and eventually, the door of the room opened. A nurse entered bringing the woman’s baby for her to hold, feed and get to know. I remember thinking he was the cutest thing I thought I’d ever seen. Plump little cheeks, dark eyes and the prettiest shade of skin a baby could have. I asked the girl what his name was to which she replied, “I don’t know; I haven’t named him.”
The following day, during one of the baby’s several visits to our room, the mother asked if I wanted to hold him. I told her that I’d love to. He was so sweet and it felt so good to hold him. I remember thinking; one day… I gave the baby back after a while and the mother looked at me and surprised me with a question, “What’s a good name for a boy?” It took me by surprise and I just looked at her for a moment wondering if she was seriously asking me what to name her baby. After I concluded that she was, I replied, “I don’t know…I’ve always sort of liked the name Christopher.” She repeated the name a couple of times and looked down at the baby and said, “How do you like the name Christopher?” She looked back up at me smiling and said, “I really like that name. That’s what I am going to call him”.
As I write this, I wonder what has happened to that Christopher that I only knew for a short couple of days. Did he live all of his life in that small Arkansas town; did he play sports when he was in high school; did he go to college? Did he grow up and have a family of his own? It has been thirty years since I held and helped name that baby boy. My Christopher, our third child, celebrated his twentieth birthday last week.

2008-10-17T14:22:00.000-07:00

AN ENCORE!
My wife and I go to the fair for three things: #3 – to look at the exhibits; #2 – to eat a sausage dog; #1 – to eat a funnel cake. (Sausage dogs and funnel cakes just don’t taste as good anywhere else.)

The preceding is true – until this year. This year, for the first time, we took our grandson, Thomas. He will be 2 in just a few days. All of a sudden all of the lights were brighter, and the cows bigger, and the circus more fun: just watching the pure joy on his face as we looked at the pigs, or bunny rabbits, or horses.

He had gone a few days before with his parents, and we knew he loved the circus. We took him back. He had told us about the clown and the car that went “boom.” He would lay his head to the side, like the clown that was blown off the car, but then he would put up his little hands and say, “Okay.” This, of course, meant that the clown was Okay despite the boom. He couldn’t wait to see the car again. The first time he went, however, it was so hot that they did not stay to see the elephants. This time we did, and he was so amazed as the “funts” came out and we could almost touch them. He told me several times “big funt.”

After the circus we went and got our funnel cakes, and he dug in and ate a large chunk of one. We found a seat right near the shark exhibit. Thomas and I finished before MawMaw, so we walked over to see the live sharks. We were looking intently at them, when he realized that MawMaw was not with us. He looked over where she sat, and said, “’Mon MawMaw, mon.” He just thought it was awful that she was missing out on such an exciting moment. Next year, when he is almost three, I hope that his mom and dad will let us watch him as he begins to ride the rides for the first time.

Through it all, it made me think of the joy of watching a little one’s pure pleasure at the simplest things. It made me remember what made the fair truly fun, not what we did at the fair, but what our little ones did. Of course, our “little ones” are pushing 20, 27, and 30 as I write this. So, this was kind of like performing, and enjoying the performance, but then being called for an encore. Maybe that is part of what makes grandparenting so special – it is like the encore performance. It is less complicated than the original, but is just as enjoyable. Now I really look forward to the fair next year, and it means more than just the food (Hey, I didn’t say the food would be left out!).

I love the phone calls and hearing the little voice saying, “Hi, PawPaw.” I love to hear the excitement when he is expecting to see me and he does. It tickles me to hear him say, “PawPaw peach” when I am in the pulpit. He brings unadulterated pleasure into our hearts.

I never knew an encore could be so great!

Kelly's Korner Komment and Komplaint

2008-07-15T14:43:00.000-07:00

KELLY’S KORNER KOMPLAINT
You’ve Got to Be Kidding Me!
Did you know that you are guilty of causing others to have Kidney Stones? Your driving your car, combined with bovine flatulence, and having children, that is.
Kidney Stones Tied to Global Warming
By Dan Vergano,
USA Today
Posted: 2008-07-15 16:06:52
Filed Under: Health News, Science News
(July 15) -- Global warming could do more than hurt polar bears: It could force a rise in kidney stones, scientists warned Monday."We see a relationship between kidney stones and temperatures everywhere," says study co-author Margaret Pearle of the University of Texas Southwestern Medical School in Dallas. "Even in places with air conditioning, warmer temperatures mean more stones."

As I read this article it amazed me how much speculation is involved in these wild comments about global warming:
The kidney stone finding, reported Monday by the Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences, combines the panel's projections of higher U.S. temperatures with Medicare and Veterans Administration health records stretching from 1982 to 2005 to estimate how many extra U.S. kidney stone cases will result from global warming.
And of course they are very congratulatory about their combination of fiction with maybe a little fact:
"Everyone in warmer temperatures is at higher risk for kidney stones, so the findings make perfect sense," says nephrologist David Goldfarb of New York University Medical Center, who was not part of the study. "What's so impressive about this study is how they've brought together models of warming and kidney stones for the first time."
Now, take note of these words from Apologetics Press, an article entitled, “Cows, Kids, and CO2” by Dr. Dave Miller (http://www.apologeticspress.org/articles/3365 ):
A 400-page United Nations Food and Agricultural Organization report has identified rapidly growing herds of cattle as the greatest threat to the environment (Lean, 2006). We are told that the 1.5 billion cattle of the Earth are responsible for 18% of the greenhouse gases that cause global warming—more than cars, planes, and all other forms of transportation combined. More than a third of the greenhouse gas, methane (which warms the world 20 times faster than carbon dioxide), is emitted by cows and their manure. And it’s not just methane, since cattle also produce more than 100 other polluting gases, including more than two-thirds of the world’s emissions of ammonia—one of the main causes of acid rain (Lean, 2006). That’s right, gaseous expulsions by cows do more to damage the planet than cars. The environmentalists are beside themselves.
Miller goes on to state:
But it doesn’t stop there. While it is common for environmentalists to blame mankind as the prime perpetrator of environmental destruction, now one environmentalist insists that, more specifically, children are significant culprits in the human assault on the natural order. Parents, we are told, should limit their offspring to no more than two children in order to reduce carbon dioxide output. The report published by the environmentalist group, Optimum Population Trust, insists that the greatest thing one could do to help the future of the planet would be to have one less child (Templeton, 2007).
So, maybe if we got rid of all the cows and all the kids things would be better, do you think? Actually that has been basically suggested by Dr. Eric R. Pianka, “the University of Texas evolutionary ecologist and lizard expert who the Academy named the 2006 Distinguished Texas Scientist,” (http://www.apologeticspress.org/articles/3740 ) that to save the world 90% of the population should be eliminated, possibly by intentionally using a deadly virus (see documentation at the URL provided above).
Miller continues:
The arrogance of measly man thinking he can control the forces of nature by his paltry tinkering with the created order—as if he even had the knowledge and wisdom to do so. Ultimately, this feeble, faltering faux pas manifests willful ignorance and a lack of faith in the Creator. The environmentalists need a healthy dose of spiritual reality—the same one Job received when he thought it necessary to question God’s superintendence of the Universe (Job 38:2-5,21; 40:2,14)…. When humans eliminate God from their thinking and jettison the biblical worldview, insanity begins to sound sensible. That’s the real “inconvenient truth.”
I have stated many times that I believe that we are responsible for taking care of this world that God has given us, and has put under us (Genesis 1:26-27). But too many are being sold an empty barrel of foolishness based on a denial of God. And that is my Kelly’s Korner Komplaint for today.
P.S. You can check out many great topics concerning God, Atheism, etc. at http://www.apologeticspress.org/.

INNOCENCE - Monkey Dan and Little Man

2008-07-09T14:17:00.000-07:00

Monkey Dan and Little Man

Hold on, Monkey Dan, keep him company

While he takes a break from all his activity,

While he dreams the dreams of a toddler's mind,

Of Mommy, Daddy, and animals of every kind.

He has been so busy just exploring things,

That this great big world just to him brings,

He saw a bird flying high into a tree,

He saw a lizard as green as it could be.

He sings the songs he hears in his own special way

And he gains more knowledge every day,

But there with Monkey Dan in the midst of sleep,

I pray that God will this little one keep.

I look at his little face so sweet,

His little arms, his little hands and feet,

And a picture as plain as it can possibly be,

Of innocence, that is what I truly see.

So many things will do their very best

To give that innocent little heart unrest;

Right now he has a heart that is pure and clean,

May it never be filled with what's dirty and mean.

Right now he can hold onto Monkey Dan,

And he is definitely our Little Man,

But may we always teach him the way

To keep innocence in his life each day.

So, for now, Hold on Monkey Dan, keep him company,

While he takes a break from all his activity;

While he dreams the dreams of a toddler's mind,

And may there alwasy be love there for him to find.

Love, PawPaw

Partner and "Completer"

2008-06-15T19:22:00.000-07:00

I think the biblical phrase "help-meet" carries the idea of one who is a partner and one without whom you would simply be incomplete. Let me tell you what I am talking about.

I just finished a run of the play Lil' Abner. My son Chris was in it and my daughter, Carol Leah, was in it. My son-in-law did some artwork for the play. My wife worked most nights in the concession stand. It was truly a family activity.

However, my wife played a different major role for me. She heard my lines so much that if I had become unable to perform, I think she could have taken my place. Each night of the play we would ride from Montgomery to Millbrook (where the play was), and we would go over my lines and my songs. We would sing them all the way there. One night she was unable to do this with me. That night I stumbled on a couple of songs that I had not been stumbling on. (We won't talk about opening night, however.) She said that she was a lot more nervous than I was when I got on stage, and that she would be all tensed up, just wishing for me a good performance, and that I would be able to remember the words (something that was a chore at times for me.)

As I thought about this I couldn't help but reflect on how important she is to my life. She has always been there, at least the nearly 33 years we've been married. Most of the time in our lives if a mistake is made with finances, or other things, it has been because of something that I have done. She has always been there, and has always found a way to make it for us.

One time, several years ago, she was asked who her best friend was. She answered, having never really thought about it in those terms before, "Dean is." And it is true. We have had friends all through the years. We love our children beyond the ability to express it. But we have always been best friends to one another. For us that is not a platitude, it is a reality.

Do we ever get angry with one another? We are two different people sharing a life together, sure we get angry with one another. Do we ever hurt the other one's feelings? Do we --- you get the point, we are like any best friends - even in disagreement we never waver in caring for each other, and loving each other.

I know this. I cannot imagine life without her. I honestly believe that God knew I could not make it without her, so He gave her to me.

She is my wife. She is my best friend. She is my completer. And our love grows stronger even after 33 years together.

Just some thoughts from the mind of Kelly's Korner.

2008-04-23T20:50:00.000-07:00

There is a Big Old World Out There!

I look through the window and I see so many things. The sea, the sand, the birds flying in rings,
I put my hands on the glass and wish I could go
Out there, right now, I'd be enjoying it so.
Adventures are waiting, out there in the sand,
I'll put my hat on, with shovel firmly in hand,
I'll march down the beach with a determined gait,
Till I get to the water, and that's when I'll wait.

I like the ocean, as long as it's not touching me,

If I can just see it up close, well then happy I'll be;
But right now I just stand, looking out this window,
At all of the wonders that I see down just below.

I'm here, look at me, an adventure for sure,
Walking's not easy, but I will endure!
The wind, the sounds, they fill up my mind,
While I go looking for every seashell I find.
Have you ever seen such a beautiful place?
Have you ever felt the wet wind tickling your face?
Have you ever just fallen face first in the sand,
And pretended that went exactly as planned?
Have you ever felt the sand as it squished through your toes?There's no other feeling like it in the world I suppose!
With my head fully covered with my fisherman's hat,
I stand here thinking, what could be better than that.

But it is so much better when Daddy is there,
Holding my hand as we go everywhere,
I know I won't fall if beside me he walks,
'Cause I can hear the love in his voice when he talks.
The sand streches on as far as I can see,
But I won't get lost if Daddy's with me,
The beach is so wonderful if there's someone to share,
All the marvels that surround you, everywhere.
I have to step high to match where he goes,
Someday I'll be big like he is, I suppose,
But right now I'm just glad that he's holding my hand,
'Cause it is really hard walking so far in this sand!

A kiss from Mamma, I pretend I don't care,
But she is the one that I want everywhere,
She makes all the "boo-boos" just go away, I know that beside me she will always stay;
She holds me so tight whenever I cry,
I feel safe when I know she's standing by.
I guess from my standpoint I'd have to say,
"Mamma," I would define love in that way,
So now we are enjoying, together you see,
The sand, the sky, the breeze and the sea,
We've run, and we've played, and rested some to,
And we do enjoy all the things that we do,
Me, Mamma, and Daddy the beach we did share,
Course, our life is special any time, anywhere.

Now a note from PawPaw to you little one, Your sun is just rising, your life's just begun;
In the steps of your dad make sure you walk ,
Listen to what he says each time he does talk;
Hold close to your heart your mother's love,
A precious gift to you from up above.
And Meemaw and Pawpaw, what can I say,
You are like sunshine that brightens our day;
Above all remember Who made that beach,
Follow Him in all your actions, life, and speech.
May many more sunrises make your days bright,
Full of love and care, and His marvelous light.

All pictures are stolen from my daughter's blog site: http://www.carolleah.blogspot.com/ If you get a chance check it out.

Kelly's Korner Komments: Dreams

2008-04-03T20:56:00.000-07:00

Kelly’s Korner Komments
Dreams
Sorry, Mr. Freud. I just have to say that I really don’t think that you or anyone else, including your disciples, can truly explain why we dream what we do. The old mind just jumbles together so many thoughts and emotions and an inexplicable menagerie of images, memories, fears, and anticipations. You can awake with tears, shaking in emotion; or maybe sweating in fear with your heart racing uncontrollably; or any of a whole gamut of emotions and feelings. Sometimes you can remember the dream vividly, and sometimes you just have the feelings left with no real recollection of what caused them. The dreams of our sleep are amazing, beautiful, and sometimes scary.
But, then there are the dreams of our waking hours to consider. I am not sure that those dreams are any more easily explained. Dreams of future glory; dreams of accomplishments; dreams of love won and kept; the dreams that lives wind up being built on.
One of the saddest characters ever on TV, for me, is one that young folks won’t even know about. It was a character played by Carol Burnett on her TV show. Her show was humorous as a whole, but this one character, a part of a family (Mamma’s Family grew from this section of her show) was one that you could not help but feel sorry for. She has all of these dreams about getting out, about being a star, about success, but she was thwarted on every hand by her mother and bum of a husband, and other relatives. You could not help but feel the frustration this character had as you watched.
The other day we watched a movie about a young black girl who won the national spelling bee. Again, at first, her mother and all the people in her neighborhood, including her best friend, said that she could not reach her dream. Eventually they all became her fans, and helped her succeed in her dream.
As a parent you have to watch your children face their dreams. Sometimes you don’t like their dreams, for one reason or the other. A lot of times you don’t like them because you are afraid for them: afraid they will fail, afraid they will be physically hurt; afraid they will have their hearts broken, or their dreams crushed. It may be one of the hardest things for a parent to know how to deal with.
I have drawn one conclusion. In my limited wisdom and experience: I have decided that it may be better to let the one you love take the chance of failure, than to never chase his/her dreams. They may fail. They may get hurt, physically or emotionally. But they can always say that I chased my dream.
Dreams – who can explain them. They can be wonderful and they can be cruel, but we will have an empty life if we don’t have them.
Just my thoughts – my Kelly’s Korner Komment for now.

That's Easy for You to Say

2008-02-20T10:56:00.000-08:00

That’s Easy For You To Say!

I live a wonderful life, I really do,
I have my problems, but really they are few;
I do not dread the dawning of each new day;
I know – “That’s easy for you to say!”

Yes it is- it is easy for me to say,
I have a mate whose love is here to stay,
I have children to give love so dear,
I can live without eternal fear.

I have the normal apprehensions in life,
All the normal tensions and occasional strife;
I have felt pain, and shed many a tear,
I know that with each day death draws ever near.

I fight physical battles and emotional foes,
I don’t have all the answers, Heaven surely knows;
Despite all that, I always grateful will be,
For the wonderful life God has given me.

Yes I know- it is easy for me to say,
I have a mate whose love is here to stay,
I have children to give love so dear,
I can live without eternal fear.

I haven’t always chosen the way that’s best,
I’m often weary, just lacking of rest;
If I could I probably would change some things,
Each thing that it seems the most trouble brings.

But actually, to be honest and true,
The things I’d change would be very few;
And most things I would never change at all,
Because changing one thing might make everything fall.

I’m so glad I married, though I am not the best mate,
I’m not sure she understood how she sealed her fate,
Or what she did when she said “I Do!”
But I will always love her, that is completely true.

I’m glad we had our children, headaches and all;
Though it is sometimes so hard to watch them fall,
To feel so helpless, when the only recourse is to pray,
And hope they’ll survive, and walk a faithful way.

I live a wonderful life, I really do,
I have my problems, but really they are few;
I do not dread the dawning of each new day;
I know – “That’s easy for you to say!”

Yes it is- it is easy for me to say,
I have a mate whose love is here to stay,
I have children to give love so dear,
I can live without eternal fear.
E. Dean Kelly 2/20/08

2007-12-08T08:52:00.000-08:00

Dear Thomas

A precocious little seven-year-old girl (her brother is playing Colin in the Secret Garden, where Chris is playing Dickon)asked me last night, "Mr. Dean, what is your very favorite thing in the world to do?" All kinds of things flashed through my mind, and suddenly it was clear; I told her, "Right now my very favorite thing in the world to do is to hold my grandson." (Her very favorite thing was swimming.)

I know that time will move on and all the inevitable changes will come. But right now it is the greatest delight to me when you reach your little arms out to me. It makes my heart swell with joy when it makes you sad that I leave. Your arrival has made life even more complete than it already was!

I know that I will not be carrying you around much longer. I know that soon words will replace your cute little syllables that you think is speech. I know that with each day changes come, and that the day may come when I am not the one you really want to be with. But for now you make my day everytime I see you and get to hold you.

I hope that we will always be able to be close. I hope that I can take you to the donut shop, and that I can come and root for you at soccer, baseball, or whatever sport you might play. I hope that I can proudly point out to others, "That is my grandson," through many years to come.

One day, instead of me holding you and "totting" you around, you may be having to lift me out of a chair so that I can get around. I hope I can hang around long enough to see you grow into a man.

Above all, I hope for you those things that are truly important in life.

I HOPE THAT YOU WILL ALWAYS HAVE LOVE. I know that you could not be loved more, not just by me, but by your wonderful parents, and MeeMaw, and by your Uncles and all your family on both sides. But I hope that you will always be loved truly and deeply. I pray now that the day will come that you will find a woman who will love you with all her heart until you both leave this world.

I HOPE THAT YOU WILL ALWAYS BE INQUISITIVE. I hope that you will develop a desire to know - to know whatever about everything that you can know. I hope that you will have a never dying curiosity that will make all of life an adventure.

I HOPE THAT YOU WILL ALWAYS WALK THE PATH TO HEAVEN. I know that Momma and Daddy will do all they can to set you down that path. I know that MeeMaw and I will try to help with that, too. This is what I wish for you above all.

But, for now, I will take such pleasure each time your little arms reach out for me. I will enjoy every "honk" that you want from me as you squeeze my nose. I will grin as I listen to you babble on as we look at all those things that amaze you so. I will relish every minute of the time that God allows me to enjoy you.

And I say to you, though you do not yet fully comprehend the words, that I love you. And while life changes, that never will.

PawPaw

Kelly's Korner Komment

2007-11-12T14:40:00.001-08:00

I very seldom use something that is not original. However, The following was written by a English Composition I student, Sara Chowning. The assignment was to write as if you are an inanimate object.
“From My Perspective”
As I lie here on your desk, I often wonder what is going through your mind these days. It has been so long since you have spent time with me, and I contemplate why. Most of my time is spent in reflection of your life. I remember when I was much younger, much newer. My fondest memory is when you opened me up on your tenth birthday. You were so excited to receive me.
You would take me everywhere: School, worship, and later on, work. You used to spend hours, especially in the early morning, poring over me, drinking of the life I have to give. You were so diligent back then. I wonder what has happened.
When you were lonely, you would turn to me. The night before you married, you spent hours soaking up what I had to offer because you wanted to be the husband she deserved. When your mother broke the news that she had been diagnosed with terminal cancer, you turned to me with tears of anger, and later tears of grief upon her death.
When your first child was born and nearly died, you came to me for comfort and encouragement. You trusted me, believed me, and never once doubted me. But now, that devotion is gone. Instead, you have pursued other things. Yes indeed, you have a beautiful spacious house, fancy cars, and expensive suits, but you do not have happiness.
You wonder why you and your wife are always fighting, and your children don’t listen to you anymore. The scenario remains the same: You come home from work and have an argument with your wife. Then you stomp into your study, slam the door, and pound your fist on the wall out of anger and frustration. Those are the times when you need me the most.
But you never turn to me. No, not once do you turn to me like you used to- back in the days when you were happy and content. You fell into the trap of “Money buys happiness” and are securely caught in it. The irony is that money has bought you everything but happiness.
You have forgotten that money cannot buy you comfort. It cannot buy you love or encouragement. Most importantly, money cannot buy you eternal life- which is where you have lost focus.
You see, I am your Bible. I am your guidebook on the road to eternal life. You can only get there through Jesus, for He says “I am the Way, the Truth, and the Life” (John 14:6). Please dust me off and hold me again. Please read me, study me, and meditate on my words. You will be so much happier when you do. I will bring you peace, joy and comfort. Please, for the sake of your soul and those around you, turn back to God before it is too late. You only have one chance at life, my friend. Do not squander it. Remember this: “For what it your life? It is a vapor, which appears for a while and vanishes away” and “For the sun is no sooner risen with a burning heat, than it withers the grass, and the flower of it falls, and its appearance perishes; so shall the rich man fade away in his ways” (James 4:14; 1:11).

Kelly's Korner Komment

2007-11-08T14:48:00.000-08:00

DOES IT REALLY MATTER?

Does it really matter how I live my life,
Nobody’s watching me,
It can’t matter - the things I do,
No one will really see.

Does it matter if I mention my faith,
Tell someone about my God,
It can’t matter what I say to them,
They’d just think I’m odd.

Does it really matter what path I walk,
The direction that I head,
It can’t matter – the decisions I make
No one hears a word I’ve said.

Excuse me if I kindly disagree with you
You are watched constantly
In fact, it really matters what you do
So many will definitely see.

Your words of faith could snatch a soul
Up from the Devil’s hell,
Someone may only listen when it is you they hear
With the message you must tell.

Choose the path you tread with the greatest of care,
For the end of the path grows near,
You can follow the path that leads to a heavenly home,And others down that path you’ll steer.

It matters how I live, and what I teach,
My spirit and attitude,
What I practice when I serve the Lord,
May help many evil to elude.

I matter: I can be a servant of Christ the Lord,
Faithful, sure, and strong,
Fighting the fight, running the race, keeping the faith,
Till I’m in heaven where I belong.

“Does it really matter how I live my life?”
It does, most definitely,
“It can’t matter - the things I do!”
It matters for eternity.

Dean Kelly

Kelly's Korner Komplaints Kontinued (Again)

2007-08-28T05:53:00.000-07:00

Well, Here is What I Know
I did get the report from the Doctor the other day, actually from the Physician's Assistant. He started out by saying, "Your lower back is a mess!" He proceeded to tell me that I had three "bulging discs" in my lower back. I guess if you are going to do it, do it right. I have, according to him, a small, and a medium, and a large bulging disc. The best I can gather from the internet, most of the time "bulging disc" is virtually synonymous with "ruptured disc," especially if there is any pain in the hip and leg, and the psiatic(sp?) nerve. I certainly have that.

If I have three now, then that makes a total of, let's see: 1974 - 1 disc, 1980 - 1 disc, 1986 - 2 discs, 1992 - 1 disc, 2003 - 1 disc, 2007 - 3 discs - a total of 9. I had surgery in 74,80,86, and 92. I had injections that helped it in 2003.

Before my surgery in 1986 Barbara asked the Doctor, "Can't you just put a zipper in? It would make it easier next time!"

The PA told me, however, that even in just the last three or four years that there have been new ways to treat ruptured discs that have come about. I have to say that I like the attitude of this Neurosurgeons office - surgery is only an absolute final, we've exhausted all other types of treatment action. Back in the twentieth century surgery was, it seemed, the first option.

I also am glad (I know, this is supposed to be a komplaint, but bear with me) that MRIs are now so available and possible. Back in the last century the Mylogram was the only available tool to make certain whether there was a rupture or not.

Let me describe a mylogram for you. Remember that you would not be having this done at all if it wasn't for the fact that your back and leg are killing you with pain (figurative expression there). So they put you on this table in the x-ray department and make you pull your legs up to your chest in a fetal type position, and proceed to stick a very large needle into your spine. Of course, they deaden the area. However, one of the strangest, and most painful, experiences I have ever had was when, in doing the injection, they touched a nerve and my leg would involuntarily jump. Of course, it felt I had stuck my toe in the electric socket. Then they x-ray you, and then tell you (at least this is what they told you back in the former century), "By the way, don't raise your head for the next several hours, or you will get a horrendous headache." So, you would spend the next several hours in one position, which, of course made your back hurt even worse. It was not a fun experience.

But now they do the MRI. It is amazing how much even they have changed over the past few years. I remember the first one I had. I was stuffed into the torpedo tube (at least that is what it looked like), from head to toe. They had a little air blowing, kind of like on an airplane, so that I did not feel totally engulfed. I am not a little fellow, (you know I am weight-challenged) so my arms were stuck beside me, unmovable. Then I would lay there for what seemed an eternity, listening to the weirdest bumping and roaring sounds. Again, I would be very sore by the time the test was done.

Last week, they took me into the MRI and it was what they call an "open" MRI. My head was not even in the machine. On top of that they gave me a set of headphones and played music so that the banging and roaring of the machine was minimal. I even went to sleep for part of it. I was still very sore by the time it was over, because you are not allowed to move, but it was much better than it was just a few years ago. I don't think it took as long either.

Anyway, the bottom line is that they said we are going to try other things besides surgery to get these discs to heal. I still wonder if Barb's idea of a zipper isn't a good one, however.

That's my Komplaint for today.
Have a good one.

Kelly's Korner Kontinuous Koments

2007-08-23T12:26:00.000-07:00

SOME THOUGHTS ON AMERICA

Someone sent me the application on facebook that is a map where you can mark where you have been, where you have lived, and where you would like to go. I marked mine. I realized that, thanks to being a "military brat," and then doing mission work that I had managed to get someone else to pay for me to have gone to five different continents. I have never been to Australia (would love to go there) and I have never been to Antarctica (don't have any real desire to go there). I have lived mostly in the south, except for some stints in foreign places when I was a kid, like Germany, Japan, and Illinois. Over the years I have been able to travel at least some in a good part of the United States. (I did walk out the door of the airport in Hawaii so that I could say I had been there.

I have said all of that to simply say that I have seen America as I have travelled, America as I was leaving, and America as I was returning. Filling out the map just made me think about some things.

AMERICA IS A WONDERFUL COUNTRY. I have always contended that every young person should be required to leave America for a few weeks at some point, and to go to some place in the world that is NOT 5-star. They should have to walk the smelly, dirty, animal, animal waste, infested streets of a place like South India. They should have to take an "Indian shower" - (a bucket of water with a cup). They should have to use an Indian toilet - (two foot holders on either side of a hole in the ground - you just hope you've got good aim!) They should be required to look into the face of true poverty. I know we talk about poverty in this country, but the truth is that I do not believe that any American really knows what true poverty is. It always amuses me when I hear someone talking about how impoverished he/she is - on his/her cell phone, as he/she purchases a large roast, a buggy full of other items, milk (the new gold standard, but that is another story), and the requisite cigarettes and alcohol, and then climbs into his/her car, and go to his/her house. But all of that aside, we are truly the most blessed country in the world. Economically we have so much. Socially and politically we have the right to express our opinions and beliefs. We should be so thankful for what we have, and realize our blessings. I also believe that this is a wonderful country because there are a lot of good people in it. I know, the headlines are about the bad ones. They steal all the thunder and gain all the attention. But so many Americans will come together in time of trouble. I still believe that most Americans are decent caring people. I have seen so much in the rest of the world, I will certainly, gladly, take my chances with "my fellow Americans."
I DO BELIEVE THAT THERE ARE MAJOR THREATS AHEAD FOR AMERICA .I don't mean global warming. (By the way, the "global warming" folks, led by the great inventor of the internet, Al Gore, are having a heyday right now because of the 100+ degree temperatures. Of course, there were about this many 100+ degree days here in Montgomery back in 1954, but that doesn't matter - oh well, another subject for another day-truth is, I don't really believe it a major threat at all!). I do not believe that terrorism is the greatest threat to this country. I believe that we had better be vigilant or we will suffer greatly because of terrorism, but that is not the greatest threat to this country. I do not believe that atheistic teaching and the strongly anti-religious movement in this country is the greatest threat to America. I do believe that there are those who want to remove religious freedom and destroy the right to practice our faith. This is a realistic fear and threat, I am convinced. But it is not the greatest that America faces. I do not believe that the immorality that is so rampant, and the militancy of some for immoral practices is the greatest threat to this country. It is true that the scriptures say that "righteousness exalts a nation, but sin is a reproach to any people." I think that America can be destroyed by this overwhelming of immorality. But I still don't believe that it is the greatest threat.
WHAT DO I BELIEVE IS THE GREATEST THREAT TO AMERICA? There is an old story where a teacher asks what a student thought was the major problem in the world. He answered, "I don't know, and I don't care." She replied, "Exactly!" While all of the things (except global warming) in the previous paragraph are grave threats, none of them can prevail unless we are IGNORANT and APATHETIC. My wife and I were talking about our concerns for the future. What bothers us more than anything is to see in so many young folks the unwillingness to learn about what is going on in the world, and more than that the absolute failure to even care about what is going on. The dangers we have mentioned, along with others that could be mentioned, will grow and explode and ultimately will destroy this country - unless we are a people who are aware and who care. I will contend with anyone that the greatest danger to this wonderful country is IGNORANCE AND APATHY. That is the biggest battle that we must fight! It breaks my heart to think of this country in ruins, of true poverty possessing its people, of the precious freedoms destroyed and gone. We had better become educated and educate; we had better care, and teach others to care. Then this land can stand.

DO YOU UNDERSTAND AND KNOW WHAT I AM SAYING?

DO YOU CARE ABOUT WHAT I AM SAYING?

If so let us stand together against those forces that would destroy "America the Beautiful."

And that's my Kommentary for today.

Kelly's Korner Komplaints Kontinued

2007-08-14T11:10:00.000-07:00

THAT'S LIFE I GUESS

Well, the day for my Doctors appointment with my back arrived. I had it written down that it was at 10:30. I got there at 10:25, and they said it was actually scheduled for 11:15. No problem, I would rather be a little early than too late. 11:15 came. I had reached my appointed time.

12:00 noon came, and I called my wife and said, "I haven't even gone back yet, so I won't be able to meet you during lunch."

At 1:00 I called her back and asked how lunch went, and said that I still had not gone back to see the doctor. It so happened that I got a big chair when I came in that was fairly comfortable to sit in, so I actually dozed a little. If I got up for any reason, like to get a drink of water, I kept one eye on the chair (which is not easy to do) and rushed back to it as quickly as I could, so no one would steal it.

Around 1:30 I asked the nurse about how far down the list I was. She said that there was one more before me.

At about 1:55 I was really needing to go to the bathroom (two cups of coffee, you know how it is), but I was afraid to go into the restroom because they might call me while I was there. Finally, just before I began to dance the "boy-do-I-have-to-go" dance, they called me back. I went to the room in the back and asked if I had time to go to the bathroom. They said I had plenty of time. The nearest restroom was back out in the lobby. I made my way as quickly as I can move (which is not very quickly at the moment.) When I reentered the lobby several said, "Boy, that was quick!" to which I replied, "No, I haven't seen him, I just had to go."

Well, when you went out the door to the lobby it locked behind you (I guess to protect the staff from the angry horde that has been waiting for hours.) I knocked on it and finally one of the staff opened it to let me in.

I went back into the room to wait. I read every poster and looked at every medicine advertisement. 3 hours later (actually 15 minutes) the PA (Physicians Assistant) walked in. I knew him; his son and Chris played football together when they were in the lower grades. He asked how Chris was, and said that they had just been talking about Chris the day before, and his ability to grow facial hair. He said that they believed he had facial hair when he was six. Then, he asked how I was doing, and I bit back a sarcastic response, like "I am fine I just wanted to see your lovely face," or "My back has been hurting, but now I have SBSS from sitting in your lobby so long" (SBSS-Severe Behind Soreness Syndrome).

He told me that I was going to have to have a MRI (magnetic resonace imaging - or something like that) with contrast. That means that what is usually a totally non-invasive test will now include the introduction of a foreign substance into my body with a (gulp!) needle. Oh fun.

I knew that is what they would say. I have had many MRIs in the past, though most of the time without the contrast. In order for a doctor to order an MRI now, it practically takes an act of Congress, because of insurance requirements. I figure they have to get President Bush to sign an executive order to authorize one now. "Are you absolutely sure he has a problem?" How do you answer that when that is what the MRI is supposed to tell you. I think that MRI can also stand for MOST RIDICULOUS INSURANCE, too.

When the PA went to leave, I went with him. I did see the doctor out in the hall, and he said, "You all got it worked out I guess." I waited from 10:25 till 3:00 to see the doctor for ten seconds, and the PA for five minutes. That's life.

Then the lady behind the desk said, "What is your copay." Not, I will get you the MRI appointment. Not, "I hope we can help you." No - "what is your copay, and how are you paying it today." Thanks for all your concern. Then she says, we will have to prequalify you so that we can do the MRI, and I'll call and tell you when it will be. Prequalify - sounds like those offers for a new credit card I get on email. Anyway, I paid them $25, about $2.50 for every second I saw the doctor. And I left.

That was yesterday. Still haven't heard from them today. I called and they let me leave a message asking if they had set up the MRI yet.

Oh well, that's life I guess.

Kelly's Korner: It's All About Me!

2007-08-06T14:09:00.000-07:00

It's All About Me!
It is all about me.

The problem is that if I am not careful, I forget what is all about me. I think that the world ought to be entertaining me. I think that everything ought to focus on me. When I am driving down the road and someone cuts me off, I get angry. As a matter of fact I often wonder why there is so much traffic on the road, when they are just in my way getting where I want or need to go. I don't want someone to eat the last biscuit, because I want the last biscuit. I want the remote control so I can watch what I want to watch, and so I am in control. Surely, when I state my opinion that ought to be the final word on the matter. After all, it is me!

However, watch the change in terminology that sometimes occurs. "Look what my son did" means that he has done something outstanding and good. In that case we might concede a little with "Look what our son did." "Look at what your son did" means that he has really blown it, and of course he got that from your part of raising him, not from me! When there is something to complain about the famous "you" and "they" come into play. You know, the words that leave "me" out of the equation. "You folks are always leaving a mess." "They just aren't doing anything for the young people." You know, all the "yous" and "theys" by which we blame the ills of the world on everybody but "me." It comes down to "that ain't my job" and "I am not responsible."

I am fearful that we have raised a couple of generations now of young people who know only the wrong "me." Do this for me. Don't blame me. All that matters is me and mine. Many have not been taught the concept of individual responsibility. It has led to many who blame everyone else, and everything else for what is wrong in their lives and in their worlds. They expect to sit back and be entertained, in education, in religion (particularly in worship), and in their daily experiences in life. When two people marry who have emphasized the wrong "me" divorce is a forgone conclusion. It is not the pressures of Hollywood that causes Hollywood divorces to be more common than the cold, it is the emphasis on the wrong "me!"

If "me" is so bad, how can I say it's all about me. Well, there is a bad "me," but there is also a good one:

IT IS UP TO ME. Now there is a good "me." If it needs to be done I am not going to sit back and wait for someone else to do it. I am going to realize my responsibility and do it. I have often told the story of the time when I was a teenager that our youth group divided up the yard of the church building to mow. The girls took one side and the boys the other. After we finished there was one huge blade of grass standing in the boys area. The boys started arguing, and I thought some were going to come to blows over who had left that blade standing there. One teenage girl who walked by looked out and listened a minute, and said, "Looks to me like all of you left it!" Wow. The guys were to busy saying "it wasn't me" for anyone to say "It is up to me to take care of it.
THE BLAME BELONGS TO ME. It is a good "me" when I stand up and understand that I cannot blame everyone or anyone else for my decisions and actions. When I make a mistake, I need to be willing to admit it, and then I can do what I can to correct it. Until I admit that I am responsible for my own actions, I will never correct them.
YOU CAN CALL ON ME. In scripture there are several instances where someone has responded to having their name called, by God or someone else in authority, who responded along the lines of "Here am I, send me." The fact is that there are usually plenty of people who are willing to complain about what "they" are not doing. There are plenty of advisers that can tell you what ought to be done. But, thanks be to God, there are a few who are always standing by, with the "you can call on me" attitude. It applies in all walks of life, but particularly in the church.

Do you know that when I stand before God and His Son on the judgment day, it will all be about me. Have I dwelt on the servant "me" that is dedicated to Him and to accomplishing His will, that has submitted to God's will and thereby taken advantage of the blood shed to buy me back from sin, or have I used "me" as an excuse, or put "me" above service to God and to my fellow man?

Yes, since God has done His part - where I spend eternity is all about me - and all up to me.

Lord, please help me to be the me I ought to be.

Kelly's Korner Komment

2007-08-02T08:45:00.000-07:00

THEY TWAIN SHALL BE ONE FLESH

The scriptures use this phrase consistently, beginning in the garden of Eden, concerning marriage. Marriage should be such a "magical" thing. It is a wondrous thing, when it is done right.

My wife and I have been married now over 32 years. Do we have the "perfect" marriage. I would say yes and no. It is perfect in that I believe it is the kind of marriage that God intends. It is imperfect in that it is made up of two HUMANS, with all of our weaknesses and mistakes.

I guess that one of the things that makes marriage so amazing is that both partners are individuals, yet they are one.

For instance, Barbara has never asked me to share my fried chicken livers with her (OK, stop gagging). And she can safely make a coconut cake and I will never touch a bite. I absolutely love sports. I could watch a tiddly wink match. I will come home from a ball game and watch the replay on TV. She would just as soon be beaten with rods as to have to sit through a ballgame. I don't believe in leaving one until it is completely over - the last out recorded or the final whistle blown.

She is quiet and hates to draw attention to herself. I am constantly in the public eye, and always talking. It is interesting, however, to note that she was much more shy when we met, and I was much more boisterous and loud. As we began to date, and then married, I watched both of us change. She became a little more outgoing. I settled down some. Many of the things that I am worst at, and simply cannot handle, she can handle. The opposite is also true.We have made each other better adjusted people. As the song from the play Wicked says, Because of her, I have changed for the better.

We are individuals with our own thoughts and feelings. However, we stand firmly united as one on some very important things.

We are united in the desire to put God first. I did not say that we are always totally successful, but we both desire that more than anything else.
We stand firmly committed to each other and to this marriage. I can truthfully say that there has never been even a single moment when we even remotely considered ending this marriage (although thoughts of murder may have run through her head once in a while in my more blatantly foolish moments). Divorce is not a word in our marital vocabulary.
We have determined to love each other. Neither of us has ever even remotely thought about being unfaithful to the other. We both came into marriage sexually pure, and that allowed us to truly become one flesh as we dedicated ourselves to only each other. I cannot think of anything that to me is lower and more despicable than a mate cheating. (Obviously, God seems to concur, given that being cheated on by a mate is the only acceptable reason for divorce in His sight.)

She has stood by my side and been my support through the hardest of times. She is filled with a righteous indignation against anyone that she feels has misused me. She is truly the completion of me, the thing that makes me whole.

I think that we have grown more and more alike through the years. Yes, we can complete each other's sentences, and almost read each other's minds. But we still have the little surprises, and she still amazes me from time to time with something new and different.

We are both a little different from some folks. Both of us can sit down and watch a "man-movie," an action-thriller, etc. Her favorite movie is Gladiator. And then we can turn around and watch a "chick-flick" and both enjoy it thoroughly. While You Were Sleeping and You've Got Mail come to my mind. We both enjoy each kind, even though we are "supposed to" only like one kind.

"Of two - one flesh." What a marvelous plan! I mourn and feel sorry for those who have not experienced this. It breaks my heart that so many have either not been taught this, or have ignored the teaching. I tell couples, when I perform a wedding ceremony, that I am not using staples to seal this union because they can easily be removed, but I am using a powerful permanent glue that will not let go. That is the attitude I want them to have in their new marriage. After 32 years, the glue in our marriage is still holding strong, and is getting stronger every day. And we thank God every day for this wonderful fact.

Kelly's Korner

2007-07-27T16:29:00.001-07:00

SHE CAN'T REMEMBER THAT

My daughter called me a few minutes ago. She had been to see her husband's twin nieces that were born Monday. Addison weighed 1 pound and 10 ounces, and Kylie weighed 1 pound and 11 ounces. She said that she had never seen anything so small. She also said that there were lines and tubes everywhere on those two little ones. They have made it for five days so far. Our prayer is that those are just the first five of many for those little ones.

As she talked to me a picture immediately flashed into my mind. It was of another baby, one that was more normal in size, but that had tubes running everywhere. She can't remember that.

It is as if my ears are still echoing the whooshing sound of the respirator that was breathing for her. I can still feel the feeling of the floor being yanked out from under me when the alarm went off, and they announced "Code Blue" in the NICU. I saw all those doctors and nurses surrounding her little body working frantically, until they shut the shades to block out the struggle with death that she was fighting. But, thankfully, she can't remember that.

I remember touching that little face with my fingers and talking gently to her, all the while watching a machine do her breathing. I remember her mother being so shocked and alarmed that she could not even cry - or pray. Those moments are forever burned into my memory by the hot iron of despair mingled with hope. But she can't remember that.

I remember a day, four years later when she took the finger of a doctor and headed off to the operating room. I don't think that she can remember that.

I remember the shock and dismay when her mother and I walked into the recovery room after the surgery and there she lay once again with tubes running everywhere. She can't remember that.

We watched this tiny little four year old as they tried to keep her lung working - the one that they had just removed about 40% of. They put in chest tubes, and took them out and replaced them, it seemed like an innumerable amount of times. She would pass out from the pain each time. I remember as clearly as the days of that forever lasting summer when we had to take hold of three chest tubes and turn her over, because they were way to heavy for her to move without our help. I don't know, but I hope that she can't remember that.

But now I remember the day, only nine months ago, when she called on the last day of her job, to say that she might need to go to the hospital, because she might be in labor. We got to the hospital a little too late to see her before they took her in to take the baby, because he was turned wrong. She did not see my anxiousness and worry. She did not feel the fact that I was actually relieved that she did not have to endure the total rigors of labor. She did not see me pacing the floor and trying not to remember all that she had gone through all those years ago. She did not see, so she can't remember that.

And now I pray that one day those little girls will have grown into women. I hope that they will look on a newborn baby in amazement, and worry over one that is having trouble. And I hope that it will be said of each one that she made it through some really bad times, but she can't remember that.

Kelly's Korner Komment

2007-07-26T16:43:00.000-07:00

DOGS

At the start let me go ahead and clarify some things. First of all, dogs are not simply less evolved humans. Humans are made in the image of God, and are no relation to dogs, except that God made both. Secondly, and related to that, humans are of more intrinsic value than dogs, though some humans don't act like it. No one was more appalled at the accusations against pro-football player Michael Vick that he promoted dog fights than I was. However, I sadly note that some who want to put him under the jail, or I've even heard some who wanted him executed for it, are some of the same ones who cheer on the murder of innocent unborn children, and oppose the death penalty for murderers of humans. But, enough of that - let us move on.

I was sitting in my chair and I sort of moaned when I moved and it hurt my leg. Suddenly there was a little black nose with two button black eyes behind it right up in my face. I promise you that there was a look of concern as if he was asking, "Are you alright?" Sometimes it amazes me to watch these animals as they show their own individual "personality."

In our extended family: our house, our son's house, and our daughter and son-in-law's house, we have four dogs. Each one is interesting in its on way.

IN OUR HOUSE. We have two dogs at home.

One is actually my youngest son's dog, Foxy. She is a mixture of Chihuahua and some kind of terrier and weighs around six pounds, making her the smallest of all the dogs. Yet, without question, she is the top dog in the pecking order. Foxy is one of the smartest dogs I have ever seen. She has a very large understanding vocabulary. We can tell her which room in the house to go to and she goes. We can tell her whose car to get into and she will go to it. When we get ready to leave the house, she watches to see if all of us are getting ready to go. If one person is not getting ready she settles down in the room where that person is. If all of us are getting ready she goes to her "house," a fabric house made for small dogs, in the kitchen, where she will stay while we are gone. When we come home at night she gets excited and runs around. But, on Wednesday nights she always goes back to her house, because she seems to somehow know that we are going to leave again. We have never figured out how she knows. She absolutely adores Chris, our son, and she sleeps with him every night. He is about to leave for college, and we are a little worried about how she is going to react when he is not home very often anymore.

Our second dog at home is Mikey. Technically he is Barbara's Mischievous Michaiah, and the only registered dog that we have. He is a registered Maltese. He weighs in at about 8 pounds. Mikey is not anywhere near as smart as Foxy, though he actually has his moments. He is one of the gentlest animals I have ever seen. He is not very fond of being around non-family members, but he is very loving. As you walk down the hall you will feel his little nose touch your leg as he follows you. He loves to curl up next to you, or at your feet. One of his favorite positions in on my shoulder looking backwards. Maltese are like poodles in that they shed very little, but have to be brushed and groomed. He absolutely hates to be brushed. He just lowers his ears and stands there looking miserable every time my wife brushes him. Mikey is simply a gentle sweet companion.

OUR DAUGHTER'S HOUSE
Carol Leah and Tommy have a Jack Russell Terrier named Belle. Belle weighs around 11 or 12 pounds. Belle loves to eat, but she is not overweight. If you know anything about Jack Russells you can guess why she is not overweight. When I got her she was the runt of the litter, and her personality reflects that. Belle is feisty and curious. I love to watch her after she has been given a bath. She makes a mad dash around the house, stopping and rolling every once in a while. It is like she is saying get this clean off of me! Belle loves to be dressed up. You can put a little outfit on her, or a collar that jingles, and she absolutely will show it off to anyone that will look. She gets her feelings hurt when you take it off. She has been a great pet for the family, and now our little grandson Thomas (9 months old) is just crazy about her.

OUR SON'S HOUSE
Our oldest son lives in Meridian, MS. He has Zoey. She is a mix of border collie and lab, and maybe some other things. She has a beautiful black coat. She weighs in at about 32 pounds. She thinks, however, that she should be a lap dog. I think that she believes she is the same size as the other three dogs. Clif claims that she is not very bright. She is, however, a very sweet dog. Oh, she can get into things, and has at times thought that she was a beaver, judging by the furniture she has gnawed on at his house. Clif says that his house is so very lonely if for some reason she is not there when he is at home. Again, she obviously adores him, and the feeling is mutual.

If your aren't a dog lover you may not be able to understand what I am writing. If you are then you probably understand the things that I cannot express about dogs. I cannot imagine ever intentionally harming one. They are like a member of the family. Not too long ago we lost another dog. She got away and was run over. Our whole family mourned the loss of that dog. If you have never loved a dog you probably don't understand. If you have, you know how we felt.

I believe that God has given those of us who love dogs our dogs to help our hearts grow even larger. I believe that a loving dog can make us even enjoy life more. They can be too loud. They can be messy. They can get on our nerves. But can't most humans, too?

I believe that good dogs are the most loyal and trusting animals, and that their whole existence is designed to please you. I'm glad we have dogs, and I will miss them when they are gone.

That's just my thoughts on dogs - that's my Komment!

Kelly's Korner Komplaints

2007-07-25T10:54:00.000-07:00

I have always heard of a man who, as he entered his house, would walk by a certain tree and touch it. Finally, someone asked him why he did this. He said that the tree was his trouble tree, and that he touched it and left all the troubles of his day there before he went into his house. Well, in this modern age, I have decided to do a blog occasionally, under the title listed above, that can serve as my "troubles tree."

Kelly's Kurrent Komplaints:

I made one of the worst decisions of my life back in April when I decided to have knee surgery. First of all, I had it on Friday the 13th of April (I didn't used to be superstitious about that). I was told it should be easy, and the recovery simple. My second mistake was believing that!
A couple of weeks after the surgery my calf was swollen like a very hard balloon. They found a blood clot, and I had to go in the hospital for that.
My son had his first starring role in a play, as Tevia in Fiddler on the Roof. The first of the four performances was at 7:00 PM on Thursday night May 3. Performances followed on Friday night, Saturday night, and Sunday afternoon. At 5:00 PM on Thursday, May 3, I was admitted to Jackson Hospital, and I was not released until the following Wednesday. I missed every performance of the play (though several friends, including my son-in-law did give me dvd's and tapes). [Are you crying for me yet?]
Following the hospitilization was the great fun of blood thinners. It seemed to be going well, but one day, after I had had a blood test, they called me and said, "Don't cut yourself, or bruise yourself; your blood is messed up and you could bleed profuselly." Yet more fun.
I believe that it is due to the walking funny for my knee that I am now suffering with back problems. Every symptom says that I have a ruptured disk. I went to the doctor on July 8, and he made an appointment for me to see the neurosurgeon - August 13th. It only hurts when I stand, sit, walk, or lay down. The last time I had a ruptured disk they were able to treat it with injections. I hope that they can this time. Right now I am functioning thanks to pain medication.
I hate measuring time by when my next pain pill is. I dislike intently taking pain medication in the first place.

THERE ARE OTHER THINGS I COULD KOMPLAIN ABOUT, BUT THAT WILL SUFFICE FOR NOW.