David Phelps

As I write this I am listening to David Phelps sing this song, There is a River. If you are not familiar with David you are missing out on one of the purist voices, today. He is outstanding.

I met him a few years ago in Columbus, Ohio at one of their concerts. He was very gracious and we chatted for a little while. Davis is a "home run hitter."  Listen to "Let Freedom Ring" and you will agree. He hits it out of the park at the end. He left the group for a while, and they did not sing it while he was gone, it was his song, no one could do it like he did.

I often sit here on this couch, with my laptop and headphones, watching TV, but listening to some good old gospel songs.

I have never had an "experience" like my Grandfather did. One Sunday morning, he was a young boy, but going up the steps of his old country church, he was overcome, struck by the lightening of God, or whatever you want to call it, but from that moment on, he knew he was to be a preacher. I have never had such an experience.

I thank Him every morning for getting me through the night, and to help me get through the day. At night, I thank him for the day, and to help me get through the night. I ask him, often, for help. I don't run around town carrying a sign, asking viewers to "Honk if you love Jesus" or something to that extent. I honk and wave at him.

May the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, and the love of God, and the fellowship of the Holy Spirit be with us all, now and evermore. Amen.

I can copy that and drop it in here ...... not sure if I could lead an Army, reciting that ..... I would like to have a closer relationship, but not sure how to do it ...................

Television Enjoyment Secrets

I am getting a great deal of enjoyment out of all of these political ads on television. Not only Obama and Romney, but all of the other "privately" sponsored ads as well. I almost look forward to them appearing on our TV. How is that possible, you ask?

I keep the controller, in hand, mute button at the ready, and the more proficient I get at hitting that button, the less audio I get. I have my button hitting time down to a mini-second.

Oh, the peace and quiet during those commercials, only an occasional hum of our air conditioner unit, or perhaps a car passing by our apartment.

I'm beginning to find out to, that many of the new "reality" shows on TV are much better with the sound off. Especially  some of the one-hour shows. Sixty minutes of quiet, so refreshing. No talking, no music, no drama, no yelling, no arguing, and that's just what was on the TV.

My biggest problem now, after watching all these political ads, Obama talking about Romney, in a negative way, and vice versa, is it better to hit the MUTE button, or just turn the whole set off? Actually, with the quality of the new shows, all the commercials on and between shows, political ads, might just be best to get rid of the TV. No, I guess I better wait till after football season, yea, the Olympics too. Just gotta keep that MUTE button handy. Whoops, commercial, CLICK.

Food for Thought

From the founding of the colonies to the declaration of the Supreme Court, America's heritage is built up on the principles of the Christian religion.

And yet the secularists are dismantling this foundation brick by brick, attempting to deny the very core of our national life.

You weigh the evidence. Consider the following facts which are being systematically erased from our nation's memory:

•In 1892, the Supreme Court of the United States declared, "This is a Christian nation."
•During the War for Independence, Congress resolved to import 20,000 volumes of the Bible because "the use of the Bible is so universal, and its importance so great."
•The New England Confederation stated that the purpose of the colonies was "to advance the Kingdom of our Lord Jesus Christ and to enjoy the liberties of the gospel in purity with peace."
•Harvard College required that each student believe that "the main end of his life and studies is to know God and Jesus Christ which is eternal life."
•John Adams wrotea, "The Christian religion is...the Religion of Wisdom, Virtue, Equity, and humanity."
•Engraved on the metal cap on the top of the Washington Monument are the words "Praise be to God."

See you at the house ..............

The Table, Under the Window, Next to my Chair

It's morning, nice and quiet, "Easy Listening" music coming out of the TV, my U.S. Navy coffee cup nearby, working on my second cup, glancing occasionally at the table next to my chair. I have a lifetime of memories on the table, that my Dad make. He made it with a glass top, and a drawer under that, so you see everything in the drawer, that he made near the top.

All the "treasurers" should be in the drawer  they don't collect dust, but I have they on top where they are readily visible for me to glance at.

A small photograph of my Mom and Dad, it was one of Mom's favorites, next to that, a photo of my Brother, Dean Shannon Dooley. We were about twelve years apart, so we were never really close fiends, he was always many steps ahead of me. He has always been my "hero" though.

A number of birthday cards, an old tintype of Caleb Dooley, my Grandfather, some things from Brad and Bernie, some things from Melissa, my daughter, a small wood carving from the 40's, purchased in Canada on a trip there, some souvenirs of my Dad and Caleb medals and things.

Also a pair of dice from the Nevada Club, along with a $5 chip from there, could be one that I handled back in the 50's.

My bottle of Dr. Franks, I use it a few times a day, seems to work on my arthritis, and under that bottle my magnets. When I get an ache or a sore spot, I use a magnet, and it goes away in a short time. Hey, it works for me, and there are many people who I suggested those remedy's to, and they have often thanked me.

My Mom always referred to things like those as her "treasures" and  these certainly are to me.

In a brief glance I can go from the Civil war, to today, and all that happened in between.

Quiet time, so much "noise" in the world, nice to spend some "quiet" time, with t table full of memories.