Thank you Dr. Rev.

I received an email from my friend Rev. Les Holdcroft. CeeTec Publishing a few days ago. Dr. Holdcroft is one of those people who just keeps on ticking long after retirement. Les (as I call him and get away with it) is a former Bible college president and the author of several books. There are many things I could say about him, but the outstanding quality of this man is that he is a cheerleader. He said he would follow my blogging with interest -- Wow! What can I teach an old college professor? Please bear with me as I feel like a new kid on the blo(ck)g.

poem, in memory of

In my collection of poetry I have many poems, which are written for special occasions and special people. I suppose that is true for most poetry. Poetry, I believe is a form of inspiration that has interpretation for all who read it. The following was written in memory of an avid fisherman.

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A FISHERMAN'S HARBOR

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A working man is who I saw,

When tales he told of younger years

His body strong with arms like steel

He wrestled men midst rousing cheers

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A fisherman's heart - he searched the coves.

The inlets, lakes and streams

In waters rough, in waters slow,

His hands too tough to let the big ones go.

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Of hooks and lures he learned the craft

He fashioned flys with finesse

Then passed his skill to other folk

Those who would follow aft.

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He loved his home, he built it well,

Oh - not with wood and stone.

But love and care that are the steps

Which make a building - home

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For 50 years he lived among us

He labored with the best

In idle times he carved in wood

His skills were never loss.
All the while with perfect hands,

God carved for him The Cross.

Blog boggles

Just when I'm tempted to lean back and quote a familiar phrase, "I've been there and done that," the younger generation comes along and shows me all the wonderful tasks the computer can perfrom. So here I am blogging - and it boggles my mind. I am still amazed every time I talk to someone on the phone. The conversation connects people who are thousands of miles apart and it is like talking across the table. My thought is that it takes faith even to dial a number -- but it works and it's fun. My defense is the Bible, Hebrews chapter 11 and verse one.

A new day

Hi everyone who reads this.

I'm an early riser - like 5 :00 a.m. and if you like doing nothing you have a long day to do nothing. Not so. I have a lot to do, but I take time to enjoy the morning. We live on a beautiful lake in the Okanagan Valley near the end of the road. With the lake on one side and a pasture field on the other and no vehicular traffic roaring by, we feel rich, though our bank account might only buy a square meter of land by today's prices. This morning the sunrise was like liquid gold spilling onto the hillsides and flooding the valley. Eagerly the young calves in the pasture are sucking their mothers milk while others are lying peacefully. Meanwhile the geese in the lake chortle as they bring their young ones into line. This is a new day and tomorrow will be too.

From time to time I will share some of my journeling, which I have done in the past few years. I call it Morning is for the birds.

It;s okey to be second

The cheering spectators strain to get a better view of the runner in the lead. The runner's face showes signs of pain as every ounce of energy is expended. At the finish line reporters are poised to pounce on the first runner who hits the tape at the finish line. The crowd spill onto the track with congratulations. The rest, dejected, slowly get lost in the crowd. I have sometimes felt like grabbing a microphone and yelling, It's okey to be second. After a few minutes a runner appears still on track but far behind. The crowd begins to cheer again. He/she has completed the run in the best way they could.

Cheer up Edmonton Oilers.

Read: Philippians 3:10-16

3 fathers I know

Like other special days, Father's Day conjures memories of relationships -- broken or fond. The three fathers I know have and are shaping my life.

My biological father. He's the one who I can blame for everything that's wrong; physical appearance, my long nose and protruding Adam's apple and all the traits and characteristics I carry through life.

Myself, a mature responsibe adult and a father, is a bit hard to live with some days. He is an enigma. When I think that I know him well he surprises me, he is the closest to me and is accountable to another father -

God

| Believe in You

What better gift for a man to receive as a Father's Day gift than to hear his daughter say "I believe in you, Dad". With those words she introduced me to a new adventure called blogging and said "You can do this". Not intending to twist scripture but to make it all inclusive, the wisdom of Proverbs says, in Proverbs 31:28 "His children shall rise up and call him blessed."