Dude, You Have a Comma!


I remember listening to the story of an old-timer telling stories how poor he was growing up. He said, “We were so poor we ate cereal with a fork to save milk, or we were so poor, I had a tumbleweed for a pet.” He even stated he was so poor that “a tornado hit his house head-on and did 10,000 dollars worth of improvements.”

For the new generation, we need to define for them what poor is. When I was in college, rich to me was a full tank of gas in my dilapidated car. I laugh at what constitutes poverty today. How can an individual cry being impoverished when they have the latest Smart phone, new car, and $100+ sneakers. You see when I say I have no money, it means I have NO money.

Early on in our marriage, my wife and I lived across the Connecticut River from New Hampshire. The only thing that spared us from a longer 14 mile trek to cross over, was paying a 35-cent toll at a rickety homemade toll booth at the Charlestown Bridge. I can’t count how many times we’d stop the car and search under the seats hoping we could find an errant nickel or dime to get enough money to spare us the longer trip to our desired destination.

So pardon my empathy when one day I was with a friend who went to an ATM to withdraw cash with the words, “I don’t have any money!” When I looked at his receipt I was like, “Dude, YOU HAVE A COMMA. All I ever have is a decimal point! Really?”

I have a member of my extended family that complains all the time they have no money, yet in the past twenty years, they’ve been to countless concerts, bought fancy outdoor grills, cars, and home accessories. The “Good Book” tells me I can’t covet, so I won’t. But don’t tell me how poor you are when three-quarters of my marriage, eating out was defined as scarfing down a peanut butter and jelly sandwich on a blanket in my back yard.

Maybe we need to ponder what rich is! Let me see, if you have at least two good friends, a loving partner, a car with a full tank of gas and a full refrigerator, then you are more than wealthy. You are radically blessed. When I open our check book this week and see my decimal not a comma, I’ll remember the words my wife quotes often to me from Proverbs 31:10 concerning a good wife (which she is), “She is more precious than rubies.” Then in that case honey, I’m a wealthy, wealthy, man!

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Senior’s Wedding Plans


Today’s blog post is a funny story on aging. I promise it will make you laugh!

Jacob, age 92, and Rebecca, age 89, living in Miami, are all excited about their decision to get married. They go for a stroll to discuss the wedding, and on the way they pass a drugstore. Jacob suggests they go in.

Jacob addresses the man behind the counter AND SAYS: “Are you the owner?”
The pharmacist answers,”Yes.”

Jacob: “We’re about to get married. Do you sell heart medication?”

Pharmacist: “Of course we do.”

Jacob: “How about medicine for circulation?”

Pharmacist: “All kinds.”

Jacob: “Medicine for rheumatism?”

Pharmacist: “Definitely.”

Jacob: “How about suppositories?”

Pharmacist: “You bet!”

Jacob: “Medicine for memory problems, arthritis and Alzheimer’s?”

Pharmacist: “Yes, a large variety. The Works.”

Jacob: “What about vitamins, sleeping pills, Geritol, antidotes for Parkinson’s disease?”

Pharmacist: “Absolutely.”

Jacob: “Everything for heartburn and indigestion?”

Pharmacist: “We sure do.”

Jacob: “You sell wheelchairs and walkers and canes?”

Pharmacist: “All speeds and sizes.”

Jacob: “Adult diapers?”

Pharmacist: “Sure.”

Jacob: “Then we’d like to use this store as our Bridal Registry.”

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Hooray, I’m Still A Kid!


My Easter Sunday was busy. My wife and I catered and conducted a Prayer Breakfast for our little church, made two hospital visits, attended a friend’s dinner cookout and Easter Egg hunt and somewhere in the middle of all that, we were guests at a two-year old’s birthday party. By the end of the day we felt like salmon returning upstream; we reached our destination (home) dispensed of our load, then dropped dead.

During the day yesterday as I was watching all the children play and laugh, comparisons of age came to mind. I sat wishing I could be like a kid again. They had fun, they had crazy acting friends, and they never worried about the effects of the junk food they ate. Yet the more I ruminated on the subject, the more I realized that in reality, I too was still a kid.

Formal attire for a child is tied shoes and clothes an adult would never be seen in. Half the day I wore an absurd apron and my shoes stayed tied and I guarantee no adult would have wanted to wear my outfit. The young children had no concern for fashion, they were confident. I spent the day happy confident because even if the fly on my pants were to break, my apron covered everything.

I was jealous of the agility of these young ones; they were on their hands an knees a long time looking for Easter eggs. Then I recalled this week I had done the same thing only this time it wasn’t an Easter egg. I was looking for a prescription pill I had dropped on the kitchen floor. I also showed the same level of excitement when I found mine too.

As they ran laughing through a pack of balloons I thought how silly? Then I realized I had played with a shipping blister pack this week laughing while I popped each air pocket. They were giddy when they got away with grabbing a snack off the table without being seen, so was I! Each of the children went full-tilt until they conked out for a nap anywhere, I did the same.

Throughout the day each child hung around with friends who had few or no teeth and wore plastic briefs, and it didn’t bother them one bit. Ditto for me.

I recall the story of two old men in a retirement village. They were sitting in their reading room and one turned to the other and said, ”How do you really feel? I mean, you’re 82 years old, how do you honestly feel?”
”Honestly, I feel like a new born baby. “You do?”, said the friend. “Yes, I’ve got no hair, I’ve got no teeth, and I just wet myself.”

Getting older is inevitable, but growing up is optional.

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Lessons from Marriage


The marital bliss between one couple had given way to acrimony and bitterness. During an argument one evening the wife began shouting, “Get out and never come back!” The husband who was use to this barrage of words grabbed his belongings and began to walk out the front door. It was then the wife added, “I hope you die a slow painful death!” To which the husband stopped, turned around and said, “Okay, so you want me to stay now?”

It would bring a chuckle if it weren’t so sad. The state of matrimony has evolved into something lately that I don’t like. I don’t recall when prior to my own marriage 31 years ago, that I ever heard that the purpose of marriage is to make us happy; you do now. My response when someone asks me how many years I’ve been married is: “Thirty-one, but it’s really thirty-five if you count the wind chill.” I preface this statement by saying there were a few cold years in there.

My marriage is constantly evolving. I liken it to a game of whack-a-mole. You’ve seen this game in an arcade. You stand poised with a rubber mallet in your hand and over the course of several minutes your aim is to whack one of nine moles that raises its’ head above the ground. No more moles to whack, you won!

Marriage is a lot like that. Every time you think you’ve laid to rest a problem or an annoyance, we’re tempted to enact corrective discipline with a bonk to the head. I can assure you it doesn’t work; though at times I’ve been tempted to test that theory.

When I attended Bible College prior to getting married, my professor used to say, “marriage is a foretaste of heaven!” Wow did that statement not prepare me for the “real thing.” Though I understand his intent, I’ve learned only fairy tales end with “happily ever after.”

Bluntly speaking, marriage is “Spiritual Academy” for lovers. God said, “You want to learn what kindness, unselfishness, patience, and grace is? Get married. You want to feel how I feel when you give your best and are taken for granted? Get married. You want to have a host of little people everywhere vying for your attention and asking you for favors all the time? Get married!

As a child I took up a hobby, lapidary. It is this craft where you cut, polish, and sometimes engrave stones and gems. To achieve a perfect polish to a rock, you must place it in a sand and water tumbler with other rocks. I was always amazed after a significant amount of grinding and bumping together, that a smooth and shiny surface would materialize. Sometimes I was stunned with the beauty that was hidden. I’m glad to say that my marital relationship has finally achieved a smooth finish. But it sure took a lot of grit, grinding and water to make it attractive.  The grit and grinding represents our personalities and wants, the water; love.

A group of women were at a seminar on how to live in a loving relationship with their husband. The women were asked, “How many of you love your husband?”
To which all the women raised their hands.

Then they were asked, “When was the last time you told your husband you loved him?”
Some women answered today, a few yesterday, and some couldn’t remember.

The women were then told, “take out their cell phones and text your husband: “I love you, sweetheart.” The women were then told to exchange phones with the person sitting next to them, and to read aloud the text message they received.

Here were some of the replies:
1. Who’s this?
2. Yeah, and I love you too. What’s up with you??
3. What now? Did you wreck the car again?
4. What did you do now?
5. You’re kidding, right?
6. Don’t beat about the bush; just tell me how much you need?
7. Am I dreaming?
8. I thought we agreed you wouldn’t drink during the day.
9. Your mother is coming to stay with us, isn’t she?

I believe the life lesson here is, start your marriage on the right path, tell your spouse you love them and be sure it’s far more often

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