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Best Christmas Gift

Sometimes the best gifts really don't cost anything.  I'm sure there's something from my past that explains this but this year I also got to experience this idea.

Now this isn't a story about what a good gift giver I am...but I (tagging along with several others) did give the best gift of the year.

It was Monday before Christmas when Linda, the secretary of the church received an unusual phone call.  The caller was a case worker for the Dept of Aging here in Sweetwater.  The case worker explained that she had a client who really wanted to hear carolers for Christmas and was there anyone at the church who could fill this request.

Well the request got to Lori Ortega, our music director.  She called the case worker and worked out a time when some carolers could come the house where Gerald Bohall, the client, lived.  That evening, Lori put out a text message to several people asking if anyone wanted to go caroling to a man who had requested this for Christmas to meet at the church in about five minutes.

Well....
We were about to go out to eat with the Tolles.  Chelsea was here and we didn't really "have the time" to go do this.  But on second thought we decided that we should go do this.  So Susan, Chelsea and I went and met Lori along with her family and our youth director, Stephen and JulieAnn.  We didn't even know the name of this person till we met up with Lori.

When we drove up the house, we went in and met Mr. Bohall and his wife.  He was in a wheel chair and on oxygen.  We all sang several Christmas carols and they seemed to be very appreciative of our effort.  Mr. Bohall told us as we were leaving that he had not been out of his house in two years except when his case worker took him to the doctor.  That made feel glad that we went.

Then on Friday, two days after Christmas, the Home Health Care worker was told by Mr. Bohall what a wonderful Christmas he had.  "This is the best Christmas I've ever had" he told the worker.  He told her about us carolers that came over and sang to him.  He described how happy that had made him.

And wouldn't you know it.  The next day was his last day on earth.  He died on Saturday.

So when someone asks you to do something nice for someone.  Don't put it off. Don't hesitate.  Just go do it.  You just might make someone's best Christmas ever.  And it didn't cost anything.

Carolee's Gift

Carolee Patterson was one of my favorite teachers when I was in high school.

The only class I ever had with her as a teacher was a one semester Psychology class my senior year.  That was it. One semester.  But she was undoubtedly a hugh influence on me.

About four of us students and Mrs. Patterson started an "unofficial" after-school teacher-student club that met at a local hamburger place called Bingo's.  This club met once, sometimes twice, a week.  We would gather and discuss everything from politics to sports, music to movies, futures to pasts.  Mrs. Patterson was always instructing us in life's lessons.

We even got permission from her to wrap her trees in toilet paper once.  Yep, she actually gave us permission.  We picked a nice clear Friday night when nothing else was going on and proceeded to make the most amazing toilet paper draperies from her front yard trees.  We wanted to do it right.  Now I'm not sure if it just bad luck or if someone saw us and notified the police but, we were caught.  We couldn't decide if we should run or just take our punishment.  We stayed and told the truth: Mrs. Patterson gave us permission.  I'm sure the cop believed us but he let us continue and he went on his way.

Upon graduating from high school I received many, many gifts.  I remember a Cross pen with my name or initials engraved from someone.  I'm sure I got some towels.  But the one gift I really remember was from Mrs. Patterson.  It must have cost her a whoppin' 59 cents.  It was a 4 X 8 paper sign with a small metal hanger.  It read, "What you are is God's gift to you.  What you make of yourself is your gift to God."

Mrs. Patterson talked to me very seriously about my future the day she gave me that little placard.

I have kept that sign all these years.  It hung in my office the entire time I was a principal and superintendent. I often pointed to that sign to talk to students who had been sent to my office.  It really does seem to connect with kids.  I know it did with me.  Thank you Mrs. Patterson. Rest in peace.

Murder Mystery Dinner

I could not say anything about this event any better than Chelsea did. Click HERE to see her blog.  But also come back here and check ALL the pictures on my Flickr link. To see the pictures in order: click on Sets and then click on Murder Mystery Dinner.

Thanks to Brent Blanchard for the use of his pictures.

Bird Brains

Ever since I took Dr. Terry Maxwell's Ornithology class at Angelo State I have been enjoying watching, counting, and tracking birds.  One of the things I remember from this class is that birds actually have very small brains.  Almost everything they do is because of innate instincts.  They cannot actually think through situations.  Dr. Maxwell told us that the term "bird brain" was actually pretty accurate.  But that doesn't mean that birds cannot learn anything.  In fact, here is proof that some birds can indeed learn something.

September 1 was the beginning of dove season.  Where we live now has a lake behind the back yard.  On the back side of the lake is considered "out of city limits."  Our side of the lake it is considered to be "in the city limits."  Now the reason this is important is because you can't discharge a gun within the city limits.  On Sept 1, you could hear the shotguns going crazy on the backside of the lake.  The guys who have that land leased for dove hunting were having a heyday!  But there was no hunting on our side of the lake.

After only one day of hunting the backside of the lake, I began to notice the doves that were lighting in our two dead trees in the back yard.  Yep, they had learned that our side of the lake was safe and the backside of the lake was dangerous.  I had seen four or five dove fly over our yard that last few days.  But ever since Sept 1... take a look below.

There were 52 Mourning and White-winged Doves sitting in these trees in our backyard on Sept 2.  Yep they can learn.

The Plague of Frogs

Well, this may not be the real plague of frogs that God brought on Egypt but it does remind me of it.  Since the good rain a couple of weeks ago, we have had numerous little frogs or toads (not sure which).  Now, when I say numerous...I mean hundreds.  They are in our yard, flowerbeds, in the garage, on the driveway, and out in the street.  This is definitely a population explosion. 

Susan says she feels like a murderer every time she backs out of the garage and driveway. 

They're kind of cute and don't make a sound. They are about 3/4 of an inch long.  Check out the picture and video. 

Yep, each little dark spot is a little toad.  I found it interesting that they were all going the same direction. Also, since I couldn't find these in my Field Guides, I am assuming they are all young and not adults yet.  This probably explains, why they are not croaking.  Just guessing!

New Orleans Mission Trip 2013

I was blessed to be asked to go with our youth group on a week long mission trip to New Orleans.  Here are some of the highlights from the week. #NOMT2013  #17G2G

We loaded up and departed Saturday morning at 5:30am.  The first bathroom break was at 7:15!!!!!  Yeah, this is not the way I'm used to traveling.We arrive in NO about 8:00pm.  We met John Martindale.  He took us on a tour of the French Quarter. We did avoid Bourbon Street itself.

Jackson Square with St. Louis Cathedral

Austin and Allison Marlett

Sunday morning we go to the Jefferson Parish Juvenile Detention Center. We met Chris and Sister Cathy.   Stephen and Abby led the group in some praise and worship.  Hayley gave the devo.  We then prayed for Cathy and her ministry.

Chris and Sister Cathy (not a nun, everyone just calls her that)

Re-enactments: We couldn't take pics while inmates were there.

 

That afternoon, we spent time doing small group team building.  Yes, the Camo team was the winner of the play-dough Bible story. (That was my group!)

Then we ended each night with a message and worship time.

Monday through Thursday we worked at an elementary school (priming, painting classrooms, cleaning out storage buildings, sorting books, etc.), visited a Pregnancy Counseling Center, played with kids at a projects playground, toured the 9th Ward devastated by Katrina.  Probably the most eye-opening experience was the two times we went to the homeless mission and overpass hangout.  The job for our group was to divide into groups of three and each group had to go talk to the homeless and find out why they were there, give them water and food the second trip, pray with them if they wanted it.  It's a strange feeling to go see almost a hundred people staying under this very long overpass and walking up to them. But this turned out to be the best experience for just about all of our group.

 

John giving info about Katrina and the 9th Ward.  We broke into the abandoned church in the background and prayed.

 Then Friday was our "fun" day.  It started with us going to a couple of old cemeteries.  Then we went to a swamp tour and then an alligator ranch.

Then on our way home on Saturday, we made a slight detour through West Monroe to visit the Duck Dynasty scenes.  Us and about 300 of our closest friends!

GREAT MISSION TRIP

Click on Flickr at top for many more pictures.