We went to MN last weekend to see our friends Gene and Jan a.k.a massive huge hearted folks--real folks--mykindoffolks--very generous (i.e. they are neon orange in a beige world). I have played in their member guest golf tourney 29 out of the last 31 years (i.e. missed 2 as we were traveling last year and the other time for a friend's wedding). Ufft'Da! The number of players were down to 62 players compared to the high of 148. I asked Jr how come? And he said--gees erv, most of them are dead or can't play anymore! I really enjoy going there for many reasons (i.e. how come)--I really like those folks, I enjoy playing golf with them and their company and really enjoy the feel of MN (i.e. the cottonwoods, the Seva cement silos, the sloughs and the drudged ditches) as they remind me growing up a mile and a fourth south of Roseland, MN. You can see these in the pictures in the background (i.e. you might have to click to enlarge). I really like this.
Many folks function in a controlled setting very well (i.e. told what to do and when to do it with little or no decisions on their part). But when put into a setting where they have to make their own decisions, trouble occurs as they can't do it. How come? I think there are many reasons such as ability, way they have been programed, their self-confidence, what their motive is etc. I think it's sooooooo interesting why some folks seem to make better decisions than others time after time after time. GeorgeTheCrook says--I think we're talking about neverland here folks (i.e. many times we will never know how come some folks think and act a certain way). Such is life.
DinosaurPete says--It 's not hard to figure out the how come! It's all in the way they are trained or brainwashed or beat or taught or loved or threatened or encouraged or parented or disciplined or genetically arranged or just horseshitluck! You pick what you want! Yabut folks can affect others I think don't you? You bettcha! ItchieBithchie says--If I could get a grip on reality, I'd choke it!
A seminary professor was vacationing with his wife in Gatlinburg , TN. One morning, they were eating breakfast at a little restaurant, hoping to enjoy a quiet, family meal. While they were waiting for their food, they noticed a distinguished looking, white-haired man moving from table to table, visiting with the guests. The professor leaned over and whispered to his wife, 'I hope he doesn't come over here.' But sure enough, the man did come over to their table. 'Where are you folks from?' he asked in a friendly voice. ' Oklahoma ,' they answered. 'Great to have you here in Tennessee ,' the stranger said. 'What do you do for a living?' 'I teach at a seminary,' the professor replied. 'Oh, so you teach preachers how to preach, do you? Well, I've got a really great story for you.' And with that, the gentleman pulled up a chair and sat down at the table with the couple. The professor groaned and thought to himself, 'Great .. Just what I need ....another preacher story!' The man started, 'See that mountain over there? (pointing out the restaurant window). Not far from the base of that mountain, there was a boy born to an unwed mother. He had a hard time growing up, because every place he went, he was always asked the same question, 'Hey boy, Who's your daddy?' Whether he was at school, in the grocery store or drug store, people would ask the same question, 'Who's your daddy?' He would hide at recess and lunch time from other students. He would avoid going in to stores because that question hurt him so bad. 'When he was about 12 years old, a new preacher came to his church. He would always go in late and slip out early to avoid hearing the question, 'Who's your daddy?'
But one day, the new preacher said the benediction so fast that he got caught and had to walk out with the crowd. Just about the time he got to the back door, the new preacher, not knowing anything about him, put his hand on his shoulder and asked him, 'Son, who's your daddy?' The whole church got deathly quiet. He could feel every eye in the church looking at him. Now everyone would finally know the answer to the question, 'Who's your daddy?' 'This new preacher, though, sensed the situation around him and using discernment that only the Holy Spirit could give, said the following to that scared little boy.. 'Wait a minute! I know who you are! I see the family resemblance now, You are a child of God.' With that he patted the boy on his shoulder and said, 'Boy, you've got a great inheritance. Go and claim it.' 'With that, the boy smiled for the first time in a long time and walked out the door a changed person. He was never the same again. Whenever anybody asked him, 'Who's your Daddy?' he'd just tell them , 'I'm a Child of God..'' The distinguished gentleman got up from the table and said, 'Isn't that a great story?' The professor responded that it really was a great story! As the man turned to leave, he said, 'You know, if that new preacher hadn't told me that I was one of God's children, I probably never would have amounted to anything!' And he walked away. The seminary professor and his wife were stunned. He called the waitress over and asked her, 'Do you know who that man was -- the one who just left that was sitting at our table?' The waitress grinned and said, 'Of course. Everybody here knows him. That's Ben Hooper. He's governor of Tennessee!'
How come he said that I really don't know but I took it as a very much of an encouragement. Yes I did. I was golfing with a friends recently. One friend who was riding in my cart with me, for some reason said to me, "God can do anything He wants"! And I said back to him, "At any time He wants"! My friend really touched me. I have never heard him ever talk quite that way before. Then in MN a big guy with a huge massive heart a.k.a. Jr gave me a hug sorta kinda out of the blue (i.e. sorta kinda different for him). You don't see that in a club house tooooooo often (i.e. two sweaty guys huggin'). Sooooo you know there were some emotions there. How come he did that? I think I know but God only knows for sure. He touched me. Yes he did. These are great folks. Yes they are. How come? I have my guesses. Sooooooo folks, how come I tell you this? 'Cause it's what Joesixpack says--If he earns your praise, bestow it. If you like him, let him know it. Let the words of true encouragement be said. Do not wait till life is over And he's underneath the clover, For he cannot read his tombstone when he's dead.
We drove from Westbrook, MN to Waukee, IA Sunday night to have the opportunity and pleasure of taking care of our little grand daughter Charlie for 3 days as their daycare provider was on vacation. How come would we do that? I think you know. Every day I rode bike from their house to Adel (i.e. round trip is about 18 miles). Yes it was hot and humid! How come I did that you ask? 'Cause I enjoy it. I noticed that the wind, grade, heat, humidity, and most of all, my attitude affect me. How come? 'Cause I'm human! That's why.
We didn't win the golf tournament but got 4th I think (i.e. just out of the money). LuckieEddie says--The shelf life of fame is some what greater than 15 minutes but does have an expiration date which is about 30 minutes so don't get sooooo wrapped up in fame. Soooooooooooo how come we get sooooo wrapped up into it then? AverageJoe says--It's easy to say we aren't going tooooo but how are we going to not do it. Ya, I play to win (i.e. competitive) but enjoy the competition and comradery more than the win. How about you? While taking care of Charlie, I went to the IGA State Amateur Golf Tournament at Glen Oaks (i.e. a few minutes from their place). ANYWAY I walked out to the 16th and saw a guy who looked like Rob Christensen. I asked the rules guy and it was. Rob and I played some golf some 25 to 30 years ago. Rob won the Senior State IGA Tournament twice (i.e. he's a lot better than me, that's for sure). I rode the last holes with him. What a fun time to see him again. He and his wife Jeanie came a long ways from living on the second level of the old Doc Rolf's building in Aplington let me tell you. JoeBlow says--We all have to start some where but it isn't where we start, it's where we finish!
My mentor Ivan, our pastor Micheal and I did a video. You ask "howcomeyoudidthat"? Well, Arlene and I saw some of these in AZ last winter and I told Michael that we should do that. He said, erv, then do it sooooo I did it. If you have a use for the video you may use it. Such is life. https://picasaweb.google.com/100992634446593487520/IvanSAboutTheHolySpitit#5633823722865106370
Have a FUN day my friends unless you have other plans. (-:
erv
MyFriendJean says--Put your ear down next to your soul and listen hard.
Well said Erv, go forward and do good things! We're human and fallible. As Nat King Cole sang, "Do you remember the famous men who had to fall to rise again, so dust yourself off, pick yourself up, and start all over again!
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