I received the following as an email from a friend. Thought it to be a good reminder of things.
The Green Thing
Checking out at the store, the young cashier suggested to the older woman, that she should bring her own grocery bags because plastic bags weren’t good for the environment.
The woman apologized and explained, “We didn’t have this green thing back in my earlier days.”
The clerk responded, “That’s our problem today. Your generation did not care enough to save our environment for future generations.”
She was right — our generation didn’t have the green thing in its day.
Back then, we returned milk bottles, soda bottles and beer bottles to the store. The store sent them back to the plant to be washed and sterilized and refilled, so it could use the same bottles over and over. So they really were recycled. But we didn’t have the green thing back in our day.
We walked up stairs, because we didn’t have an escalator in every store and office building. We walked to the grocery store and didn’t climb into a 300-horsepower machine every time we had to go two blocks. But she was right. We didn’t have the green thing in our day.
Back then, we washed the baby’s diapers because we didn’t have the throw-away kind. We dried clothes on a line, not in an energy gobbling machine burning up 220 volts — wind and solar power really did dry our clothes back in our early days. Kids got hand-me-down clothes from their brothers or sisters, not always brand-new clothing. But that young lady is right; we didn’t have the green thing back in our day.
Back then, we had one TV, or radio, in the house — not a TV in every room. And the TV had a small screen the size of a handkerchief (remember them?), not a screen the size of the state of Montana? In the kitchen, we blended and stirred by hand because we didn’t have electric machines to do everything for us. When we packaged a fragile item to send in the mail, we used wadded up old newspapers to cushion it, not Styrofoam or plastic bubble wrap. Back then, we didn’t fire up an engine and burn gasoline just to cut the lawn. We used a push mower that ran on human power. We exercised by working so we didn’t need to go to a health club to run on treadmills that operate on electricity. But she’s right; we didn’t have the green thing back then.
We drank from a fountain when we were thirsty instead of using a cup or a plastic bottle every time we had a drink of water. We refilled writing pens with ink instead of buying a new pen, and we replaced the razor blades in a razor instead of throwing away the whole razor just because the blade got dull. But we didn’t have the green thing back then.
Back then, people took the streetcar or a bus and kids rode their bikes to school or walked instead of turning their moms into a 24-hour taxi service. We had one electrical outlet in a room, not an entire bank of sockets to power a dozen appliances. And we didn’t need a computerized gadget to receive a signal beamed from satellites 2,000 miles out in space in order to find the nearest pizza joint. But isn’t it sad the current generation laments how wasteful we old folks were just because we didn’t have the green thing back then?
Remember: Don’t make old People mad.
I guess you could say that it is that time of year for rains to come. Nothing, however, is for certain here in the Southwest Missouri Ozarks area. We have, however, been blessed by God with some nice, easy rainfall. Easy meaning there has not been a whole lot of runoff which would be filling creeks, and ponds; which we also need.
I finally got away from Flat Creek for a while yesterday. My wife and I went to the Queen City of the Ozarks – Springfield, Missouri for two of our grand children’s Birthday parties. Jonathan, our oldest grandson turned 14; and Caitlyn is about 9, I think. Of my grandkids ages I am not real certain with some of them. I mean when you have been blessed with 12 of them… you know what I mean.
Anyway, it is good to get the rain. We were driving down Interstate 44 yesterday as it was coming down pretty good there. I am thankful for the rain. There is more on the way.
For most of what this Spring has brought us I have been working to clear a path through weeds and brush to have Flat Creek in our backyard a bit more accessible. It will also give a clearer view from our back window and door of the Creek.
We wanted to make it easier to get to the Creek for swimming for the grand kids and for ourselves; and maybe even easier fishing access. There are fish in Flat Creek. Some pretty good sized ones. We have Carp, Suckers, Bass, Perch, even a lot of “Rock Bass” :).
It was warm around this place yesterday. According to our thermometer it got up to 97 degrees. It was 99 on Friday (May 04). That swimming sounds pretty good when temps get that hot.
Anyway the path is getting clearer, a little at a time. The next thing we will need to do is move the barbed wire fence. We will not remove it but move to another location not far away.
Since this is Sunday let me remind you to be in your church this morning to worship our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ. He is worthy of worship and praise.
During the later morning hours, sitting in my office preparing for Sunday morning in our church; I heard a clunk at my office window. Seeing how we had four of our grand children present, and they were outside, my first thought was that one of the smaller ones threw something and hit the window. However, when I looked out the window I saw our dogs gathered around something on the ground, they were sniffing at it, and blocking my view of whatever it was.
I went outside and looked. It was a small bird. It was still alive. It’s eyes were blinking, and I could see the movement of its breast by its breathing. I picked up the little bird, and held in my hands. After a few minutes the bird sat up, got on its feet, still stunned.
I took it and showed it to my grand kids. They were thrilled wanting to touch it, and pet it. He/She just sat there in my hand. One time flying under the trampoline. I retrieved her/him, and she continued to sit on my hand for a while longer. In just a little while she flew away; flying very low to the ground, finding a resting place, and perching herself on a limb; sat there for a while. I did notice later that she was gone. I supposed she had finally came to her senses and flew away.
This morning, as I was in the office doing my blog writing, there was a bird that came singing at my window. My thoughts were that this bird thought she would sing a song for me praising the LORD for His goodness; and letting me know she was fine.
When I hear birds singing; I believe they are singing praises to the King of kings, the LORD of hosts, and that is what God has made them for. He made us for worship too. However, it seems that we are the only part that fails to do so.
Listen to the birds sing. Listen to the Bird Song.
Along the banks of Flat Creek.
When I got up this morning it was 3 degrees outside. I am thankful that it was not that cold inside. Whew! What a mess that would be. It has dropped a bit since then, though. It is now 1 degree, and it says “falling”.
This is exactly why Winter is not my favorite time of year. I like heat. It seems when I am cold that I cannot get warm enough. It may be all that blood pressure medicine or some medicine I take; but really I have never been real fond of the cold weather.
Winter is part of the seasons of earth, and I can readily, willingly and thankfully accept that. I am ready for Spring and Summer. Please no more of these extreme cold temps.
Thank the LORD for the heat; and the part the cold plays in our world.
I received this on an email group I am on.
Think About This Before You Vote …
In my many years I have come to a conclusion that one useless man is a shame, two is a law firm and three or more is a congress. — John Adams
If you don’t read the newspaper you are uninformed, if you do read the newspaper you are misinformed. — Mark Twain
Suppose you were an idiot. And suppose you were a member of Congress. But then I repeat myself. — Mark Twain
I contend that for a nation to try to tax itself into prosperity is like a man standing in a bucket and trying to lift himself up by the handle. — Winston Churchill
Democracy must be something more than two wolves and a sheep voting on what to have for dinner. — James Bovard
Giving money and power to government is like giving whiskey and car keys to teenage boys. — P.J. O’Rourke
Government is the great fiction, through which everybody endeavors to live at the expense of everybody else. — Frederic Bastiat
Just because you do not take an interest in politics doesn’t mean politics won’t take an interest in you!– Pericles (430 B.C.)
No man’s life, liberty, or property is safe while the legislature is in session. — Mark Twain
Talk is cheap…except when Congress does it. — Anonymous
The only difference between a tax man and a taxidermist is that the taxidermist leaves the skin. –Mark Twain
What this country needs are more unemployed politicians. — Edward Langley
A government big enough to give you everything you want, is strong enough to take everything you have. — Thomas Jefferson
We hang the petty thieves and appoint the great ones to public office. — Aesop
Some pretty wise thoughts.
ARE YOU WASHED IN THE BLOOD?
1. Have you been to Jesus for the cleansing power? Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb? Are you fully trusting in His grace this hour? Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?
2. Are you walking daily by the Saviour’s side? Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb? Do you rest each moment in the Crucified? Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?
3. When the Bridegroom cometh will your robes be white? Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb? Will your soul be ready for the mansions bright, and be washed in the blood of the Lamb?
4. Lay aside the garments that are stained with sin, And be washed in the blood of the Lamb; There’s a fountain flowing for the soul unclean, O be washed in the blood of the Lamb.
Are you washed in the blood, In the soul cleansing blood of the Lamb? Are your garments spotless? Are they white as snow? Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?
Elisha A. Hoffman, 1839-1929
-posted by Tim a. Blankenship, along the banks of Flat Creek.