Building a “Fireproof” Marriage.

Man, it’s been over a month since I posted anything and it has been an emotional roller coaster at times.

Part of it has just been life in general, a lot of it on the homefront.  Though I’m approaching 49,  I don’t have any grey hairs yet…PTL!

Despite the trials and circumstances that arise,  I know deep in my heart and soul that happiness and joy are not derived from circumstances, it is when we lose our focus from the Source of life that our lives become burdensome.

For me, Jesus is my joy.  My source of strength.  My hope.  My conviction of sin.  My solution from it.  My everything.

I ask people at times, “How is Jesus treating you?”  After the usual response I then ask…”how are you treating Jesus?”

It is then that the character of the person will come out.  Become enfleshed?  If asked I would have to respond…”ouch!  Not as well as I should”.


The messages of the Living God Christian Fellowship Church as of late has been focusing on the End Times, Last days if you will.

Exactly how “Fireproofed”  are we?

There can be different ways to define the Biblical example of “Last Days…End Times”

Most references refer to the Second coming of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.  And rightly so.  This may come at anytime.  Obviously not two weeks ago as Harold Camping predicted.  He apparently missed the part of Scripture that tells us that no one can predict the time and date.  I am not mocking him.  He is as human as I am and as much in need of a Savior as I am.  He simply needs to refocus so as to be “Fireproofed” from eternal separation from God.

But in a more immediate sense,


This is from

Main Entry: fireproof
Part of Speech: adjective
Definition: resistant to burning
Synonyms: asbestos, concrete, fire-resistant, incombustible,noncandescent, noncombustible, nonflammable,noninflammable

To Fireproof something is to add layers of protection so as to prevent damage.

How do we apply this to our daily lives?

26 Be angry but do not sin; do not let the sun go down on your anger, 27 and do not make room for the devil.

The Holy Bible : New Revised Standard Version. Nashville : Thomas Nelson Publishers, 1989, S. Eph 4:26-27
26 And “don’t sin by letting anger control you.”* Don’t let the sun go down while you are still angry, 27 for anger gives a foothold to the devil.

* Ps 4:4.
Tyndale House Publishers: Holy Bible : New Living Translation. 2nd ed. Wheaton, Ill. : Tyndale House Publishers, 2004, S. Eph 4:25-27
But what do we do if our marriage is already starting to burn…in a bad way?
I’ve  not yet had the blessing of a wife.  I hope to someday.  It’d be wonderful if it were “Rose” , but I don’t deserve her.  And I’m not yet ready for such responsibility right now, still no job or means to support a wife.  And frankly, I don’t know if  I’m mature or disciplined enough right now.
The following article was not penned by me, but is so touching.  For you married men who are dissatisfied with your wives, remember, it takes two (2) to make things work.  Marriage is a blessing from and instituted by God, but also a great responsibility not ever to be taken lightly.
I found this article on a Christian Church’s website.  A Filipino church at that, I can’t even go and visit it.
So you husbands out there, read this.  Pray.  Seek to draw closer to the Lord, and….your wife.  do not let the sun go down on your anger, but talk things out, work them out.
When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I’ve got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly.She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn’t love her anymore. I just pitied her!With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company.She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn’t have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane.When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn’t want anything from me, but needed a month’s notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month’s time and she didn’t want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.She requested that every day for the month’s duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.I told Jane about my wife’s divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.

My wife and I hadn’t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don’t tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside
the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me.

On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn’t tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.

She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.

Suddenly it hit me… she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.

Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it’s time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.

But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn’t noticed that our life lacked intimacy.

I drove to office…. jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind…I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.

She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won’t divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn’t value the details of our lives, not because we didn’t love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.

Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away.

At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I’ll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.

That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed – dead.
My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push thru with the divorce.– At least, in the eyes of our son— I’m a loving husband….

The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse’s friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!

If you don’t share this, nothing will happen to you.

If you do, you just might save a marriage.
Many of life’s failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.


So then, they are no longer two but one flesh. Therefore what God has joined together, let not man separate. Matthew 19:6

Make Jesus the center of your marriage…not the house, not the car, not even the children……love them no less….but love Jesus more.
22      The man who finds a wife finds a treasure,
and he receives favor from the Lord.
Tyndale House Publishers: Holy Bible : New Living Translation. 2nd ed. Wheaton, Ill. : Tyndale House Publishers, 2004, S. Pr 18:22
22     nHe who finds a wife finds a good thing,
     And obtains favor from the Lord.
n Gen. 2:18; [Prov. 12:4; 19:14]
The New King James Version. Nashville : Thomas Nelson, 1982, S. Pr 18:22
Be blessed all, have an wonderful 1st day of Summer,
And remember, through the seasons of our lives…..
Life Still Goes On.  🙂

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The Beauty Of A Wife Or A Curse to Man? Or Superwoman?

A Facebook friend of mine and sister in the Lord from a former congregation recently posted this Scripture on Facebook.

‘Some men complain that their marriage is cursed…. it is because they never blessed their wife.” 1 Peter 3:7

Here was my response.

Amen, the book of Proverbs says that “he who finds a wife finds a good thing and obtains favor from the Lord” Proverbs 18:22, and the book of Ephesians tells us “Husbands, love your wives just as Christ loved the church and gave Himself for her…….”

Love your wives, not just acknowledge her existence, but to love. As Christ loved the church. Jesus gave His life for us. Should we not love our wives as much? A wife is not a trophy to be put on display and shown off.  a wife is a woman.  A human being with heart, character, personality, feelings.

In some of my earlier postings I updated the status of a benefit show that we put on for a sister who lost her sight several years ago.  Hawak Kamay.

One of the songs performed was “I’m Not Your Superwoman” by Karyn White.


Early in the morning I put breakfast at your table,
and make sure that your coffee has its sugar and cream…
Your eggs are over easy, your toast done lightly,
all that’s missing is your morning kiss that used to greet me…
Now you say the juice is sour, it used to be so sweet,
and I can’t help but to wonder if you’re talking about me…
We don’t talk the way we used to talk, it’s hurting so deep,
I’ve got my pride, I will not cry, but it’s making me weak…

I’m not your superwoman…
I’m not the kind of girl that you can let down,
and think that everything is okay…
Boy I am only human…
This girl needs more than occasional hugs
as a token of love from you to me…

I fought my way through the rush hour trying to make it home just for you…
I want to make sure that your dinner will be waiting for you…
But when you get there, you just tell me you’re not hungry at all,
you said you’d rather read the paper and you don’t want to talk…
You like to think that I’m just crazy when I say that you’ve changed,
I’m convinced I know the problem, you don’t love me the same…
You’re just going through the motions and you’re not being fair,
I’ve got my pride, I will not cry, still I can’t help but care!!!

I’m not your superwoman…(oh no no no!!!)
I’m not the kind of girl that you can let down
and think that everything is okay…
Boy I am only human…(I’m only human!!!)
This girl needs more than occasional hugs
as a token of love from you to me…

I’m not your superwoman…
I’m not the kind of girl that you can let down
and think that everything is okay…
Boy I am only human…
This girl needs more than occasional hugs
as a token of love from you to me…

Oooh, baby!!!
Look into the corners of your mind,
I’ll always be there for you through good and bad times,
but I can’t be the superwoman that you want me to be!!
I’ll give my everlasting love if you’ll return love to me!!
I’m not your superwoman!!!!

I’m not the kind of girl that you can let down
and think that everything is okay…
Boy I am only human…
This girl needs more than occasional hugs
as a token of love from you to me…

Oh!!! If you feel it in your heart and you understand me,
stop right where you are, everybody sing along with me!
(hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo…)
I’m the kind of girl that can treat you so sweet,
but you got to realize that you got to be sweeter to me!!!
I need love, I need just your love, I’m not your superwoman…


A sister made the comment that it’s just a song.  Really?  Examine the song if you would.   Does it not describe many marriages/relationships today? Don’t take her for granted.  Love and cherish her!  Keep the romance alive.  Make a date night.  Bring a gift home for her for no reason.  Not just to apologize for being in the doghouse. Do the dishes.  Take out the trash.  Wash the windows. Clean the house.  MAKE HER FEEL IMPORTANT AND LOVED. And keep her feeling that way!

  Marriage is a two way street.  And it starts with the relationship that began before the marriage.  How strong a foundation is that relationship built on?  I truly believe that we will treat our friends the same way that we treat God.

I’m not yet blessed with a wife…I trust and believe the Lord for one, in His time, I don’t know if I’ve met her yet or not, but I love her as if I already have her. When I see a married couple, especially older ones…with longevity in marriage, I think of three words. “She said yes”. Something about the man so captivated her heart that she gave it to him.

If a woman says “yes”, that should be an awesome and humbling thing. To think of the possibility of a woman having me in her heart in any capacity brings me to my knees before the Lord and makes me ask….”who am I that this would happen?”

Marriage is a two way street. It’s not football on Sundays after church and leaving the wife to be a “sports widow”. It’s about growth and responsibility. About loving and giving yourself to each other fully.  Unconditionally.  Below God.  Never equal to or above, but below the Lord.

So many people jump in and out of  relationships and marriage as if it were nothing.  They don’t take time to get to know each other.

Good pastors, and those who are serious with God know that “face” time is important.  They spend hours in prayer.  Jesus spent  hours in prayer in communion with His Father.  Those who truly love the Lord take time to get to know Him.  They love His presence.  There indeed is nothing sweeter than the presence of the Lord.

Would it not make sense then, gentlemen, to take, make, and spend time to get to know the lady that you are supposedly in love with?  She is so much more than just a body.  She is a woman.  With heart, feelings, character, likes and dislikes.  Setbacks and successes.  Hopes and dreams. Women need to feel loved and accepted.  So love and accept her!  Only her….(below God)….no one else.  The grass is NOT always greener on the other side.

If you feel the need to “step out” then you have no place in the relationship to begin with.

A young lady from one of the congregations that I currently attend recently posted this on her Facebook page.

“^^im single and im not simply on reserve for the one who deserves my heart,cause they say good things take time.:))^^”

She is absolutely right! Here is the response that I gave.

You’re welcome! True love is like a fine wine. The longer you wait for it the better and sweeter it will be. 😮

A very good book that I recommend, below the Bible, is Men Are From Mars and Women Are From Venus.  A very good book talking about the differences between men and women.  Mental, emotional, physiological,.  Read it.

So men, remember that your wife is really a blessing and not a curse.  Treasure her all the rest of your days on this earth. And while you do….

Life Goes On.  😮

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Filipinos and American Fast Food.

I had the opportunity to spend a fair amount of time in the Philippines…six and a half years actually, and I’ve had the blessing of experiencing some of the Filipino culture.

I am by no means an expert because of this, but I have made some observations of Filipinos both there and here.

If Filipinos seem to be simplistic it’s because they are.  I say this not as a derogatory remark, but out of admiration.

I’ve learned that Filipinos have a love of family. They value their elders. You can often see the parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles living in the same house.  The values and culture of the people are passed down.  You see very few nursing homes in the Philippines. Children are taught to respect their elders, to not talk back.  When a child enters his home he will take the elder’s hand and touch the back of the hand to his forehead.  It’s called “blessing”.  A sign of respect to the elder.

I’ve learned that Filipinos are very resourceful. They value the resources that they have.  Tire vulcanizing shops abound.  Sari-Sari- stores can be found..virtually every couple of houses down.  They are little mom & pop shops that sell the staples of Filipino society.  Bigas..uncooked rice, suka…vinegar, often with little red or green peppers in it.  These can be purchased in little plastic bags.  Beer..San Miguel being the native beer of the Philippines.  Red Horse E.S.B.  Extra Strong Beer.  And it is!  It is brewed with Ginebra Gin in it.  Soap, pretty much what you would use in daily living can be found at the Sari-Sari store.

Filipinos love music.  I dare you to visit a Filipino household here in the States and not find a Magic Sing karaoke machine.  And they are quite good at it!  Filipinos are very very good singers and musicians.

And they love to eat!   Like with the Hispanic culture Filipinos love to celebrate birthdays and other events with food and song!  Both the food and music are quite good.

My advice to Filipinos coming to the States or recently arrived is…maintain your culture.  Don’t get homogenized, pasteurized, Americanized.

I know that Filipinos have fast food restaurants.  Jolibee, Disneyland..yes there is a hamburger place there with that name…McDonald’s even.  But Goldilocks and Chow King are fast food places of a different sort.  they serve actual Pinoy food.

So here’s a warning from Randy Stonehill about watching what you eat. It’s not directed toward Pinoys necessarily but pretty much everyone.

American fast food: what a stupid way to die,
American fast food – order me the jumbo fries.

Oh, it’s easy, (it’s so easy and it’s trouble free)
(It’s quite and disposable, just like me)
If I don’t stop eating this greasy American fast food.

Well, we’re undernourished, but we’re overfed,
And we’re munching on the burger with the white bread,
And we’re sucking up the sugar in a milkshake ’til we slip into depression with a big headache,
And our arteries are crying out, “Give us a break.”

American fast food: what a stupid way to die,
Yeah, American fast food – you kiss your old age goodbye.

Oh, it’s easy, (it’s so easy and it’s trouble free)
Hey yeah, (it’s quite and disposable, just like me)
If I don’t stop eating this greasy American fast food.

You won’t have to embalm me when my life is through,
There are so many preservatives in what I eat, the job’s being done right now for you.

“Can I take you order, please?”
“Cheeseburger, fries, and a big chocolate malted.”

I said, it’s prefab junk at an exorbitant price, and it’s bound to make you nauseous if you look at it twice,
But they’re selling you by telling you it’s food that’s fun, when it tastes like cardboard, it chews like sponge, ’cause it’s really only garbage on a sesame bun.

(fun, fun, fun, fun, fun)
(fun, fun, fun, fun, fun)
(fun, fun, fun, fun, fun)

American fast food: what a stupid way to die,
American fast food – order me the chilli-size.

Oh, it’s easy, (it’s so easy and it’s trouble free)
It’s easy, baby, (it’s quite and disposable, just like me)
If I don’t stop eating this greasy American fast food,
I don’t stop eating this greasy American,
I don’t stop eating this greasy American fast food,
Oh, American fast food, (it’s so easy and it’s trouble free)
Whoa, yeah, (it’s so easy and it’s trouble free)
Oh, yeah, yeah, (it’s so easy and it’s trouble free)
Whoa, yeah, (it’s so easy and it’s trouble free)
Oh, yeah.

I admit I love a good Six Dollar Burger from Carl’s Jr.  Hardee’s for those in the South/Southeast.    But it isn’t really all that healthy. There’s a lot to what Mr. Stonehill is saying.

So while we’re watching what we eat and trusting God to keep us sane and healthy everyday….

Life Goes On!

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Christmas at Dennys by Randy Stonehill

I lost a child.  My youngest daughter Christine was born April 7 1991 and died February 9 1992 around the age of ten months.  The last time I saw her was at the age of two months.  I was stationed in the Philippines and was being evacuated out with my two older children due to the damages of Mt. Pinatubo which erupted on June 18 1991 and pretty much changed everyone’s lives in the Philippines and the US Navy….in that general geographical area anyway.

I didn’t have time to bond with my daughter, nor have a chance to hold her before I had to leave but I will always remember that even at the age of two months…she smiled at me.  I will never forget that.

The following song is a song by Randy Stonehill. I’m not sure if it’s autobiographical or written for a friend, but it speaks of great loss and pain that seems will never end.

Not all of Mr. Stonehill’s songs are this bleak.  Prisoner of Hope from his Edge of The World album is quite uplifting.  A cover of CHRISTMAS AT DENNY’S®  can be found on You Tube.  It tugs at my heart to listen to it, I can’t often.

They got Christmas Muzak®
Piped in through the ceiling
And the refills of coffee
Are always for free
And the waitress on graveyard
And the surly night manager
Are wishing that all of us losers would leave
There’s a star on the sign
At the Texaco® Station
Like the star long ago
On that midnight clear
As I look all around
At these cold, empty faces
I doubt that you’d find many wise men here
And I’m dreaming about
A silent night – Holy Night
When things were alright
And I’m dreaming about
How my life could have been
If only, if only, if only
But somewhere down the road
I gave up that fight
Merry Christmas
It’s Christmas at Denny’s tonight
Once I had a home
And a wife and a daughter
Had a company job
Earning middle-class pay
Then Lisa got killed
By a car near the schoolyard
And my wife started drinking
Just to get through each day
I will never forget
That little red wagon
Turning to rust
All alone in the rain
One morning I flagged down
A truck on the highway
I just couldn’t bear
To go back there again
And I’m dreaming about
A silent night – Holy night
When things were alright
And I’m dreaming about
How my life could have been
If only, if only, if only
Well, it’s not just the blind man
Who loses his sight
Merry Christmas
It’s Christmas at Denny’s tonight
They say
Life’s made of cruel circumstance
Fate plays the tune and we dance
Dance til we drop
In the dust and we’re gone
And the world just goes on
The cop at the counter
He’s the guardian angel
He watches these orphans
Through dark mirrored shades
And the register rings
Like a bell sadly tolling
For the fools we’ve become
And the price that we paid
Oh when I was a boy
I believed in Christmas
Miracle season
To make a new start
I don’t need no miracle
Sweet baby Jesus
Just help me find
Some kind of hope in my heart
And I’m dreaming about
A silent night – Holy night
When things were alright
And I’m dreaming about
How my life could have been
If only, if only, if only
But I’ll still be here
At the morning’s first light
Merry Christmas
It’s Christmas at Denny’s tonight
Merry Christmas
It’s Christmas at Denny’s tonight
Written By Randy Stonehill
© 1989 Stonehillian Music/Word Music
(a division of Word, Inc.)/ASCAP

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Sign of the times

This is a song written by one of my favorite Christian musicians. It talks about how distracted we can become in life by pretty much anything that comes our way.

I equate Randy Stonehill to be the Christian James Taylor. Most of his music isn’t this silly.  It’s quite beautiful, from Starlings, Bells, Dare To Believe, Still Small Voice.

If you ever have a chance to listen to any of the music of Randy Stonehill, do!

The Gods of Men speaks of the emptiness of seeking fame and fortune instead of God.

Christmas at Dennys speaks of the heartbreak of the loss of a child.

Still Small Voice speaks of listening to and trusting God to do what He says He will do.

The following is quoted from

About Randy Stonehill

An American singer/songwriter from Stockton California, Randy Stonehill is known as one of the “fathers of contemporary Christian music.”  His career has been compared with such mainstream secular artists as James Taylor and Paul McCartney.  Along with Keith Green and Larry Norman, Randy shaped the ‘Jesus Music’ from that area. Acoustically driven, with personal lyrics centered in a lively faith are his hallmark.


Written by R. Stonehill and T. Taylor
Well we worship at the shroud of Elvis
And we’re waiting for that money from Ed McMahon
And we’re drinking from the Perrier fountain of youth
While we follow what the daily horoscopes saying
Taking lethal doses of MTV
Delving into pet psychiatry
Trying to treat cancer with a fruit juice cure
And waiting for the Beatles reunion tour
‘Cuz it’s a great big stupid world
And we’re feeling kinda queasy as it turns around
Great big stupid world
And we’re never really sure if we’re up or down
We’re on a dirt clod out in space
Where it stops nobody knows
If Jesus came back today
They’d try to book him on the Oprah Winfrey show
‘Cuz it’s a great big stupid world
Great big stupid world
Well we’re hot on the trail of Big Foot
And we’re wearing the crystals to feel the power
We’re hoping that the creatures from outer space
Come to set us free in that final hour
Trying to tell the future from the lumps on our heads
Getting melanoma from our tanning beds
Channeling Houdini with Shirley MacLaine
And trying to figure out what the dolphins are saying
Well it’s a Great-Big-Stupid world
Dumb dumb da dumb dumb baby it’s a stupid world
It’s a great big stupid, great big stupid
Great big stupid world
Well we’re studying the National Enquirer
Is it true Sonny Bono is the Anti-Christ
We debate if TV wrestling is really a sport
While we’re testing rock ‘n’ roll and it’s effect on mice
Bonding with our little computer screens
Getting anorexic on our Lean Cuisines
Turning plastic surgeons into millionaires
So everybody finally gets to look like Cher
It’s a great big stupid world
And we’re feeling kind of queasy as it turns around
Great big stupid world
And we’re never really sure if we’re up or down
It’s a great… big… stupid world
Dumb dumb da dumb dumb baby it’s a stupid world
On and On and On
© 1992 Stonehillian
Music/Word Music (a div. of Word, Inc.) Twitchin’ Vibes Music ASCAP

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Eulogy for a great American icon.

I did not author this, it was forwarded to me via email.  I’m sure it has been floating around the internet for awhile now, but I thought it was kind of fun. Enjoy :o)

It is titled Knead A Lift?

“Please join me in remembering a great icon of the entertainment community. The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection and trauma complications from repeated pokes in the belly. He was 71.

Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased coffin. Dozens of celebrities turned out to pay their respects, including Mrs. Buttersworth, Hungry Jack, the California Raisins, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies, and Captain Crunch.. The grave site was piled high with flours.

Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly described Doughboy as a man who never knew how much he was kneaded. Doughboy rose quickly in show business, but his later life was filled with turnovers. He was considered a very smart cookie, but wasted much of his dough on half-baked schemes. Despite being a little flaky at times, he still was a crusty old man and was considered a positive roll model for millions…….

Doughboy is survived by his wife Play Dough, three children: John Dough, Jane Dough and Dosey Dough, plus they had one in the oven. He is also survived by his elderly father, Pop Tart.

The funeral was held at 3:50 for about 20 minutes.

If this made you smile for even a brief second, please rise to the occasion and take time to pass it on and share that smile with someone else who may be having a crumby day and kneads a lift.”


I used to write like that!  I’m striving to again, I love the style of humor.

Though we’ve lost a great American icon…….

Life Goes On




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Of Spinning Butterflies and Crazy Sand, Tripping Lightly Hand in Hand

Growing up in the sixties, I was exposed to a lot of things and read a lot of books, mostly science fiction, fantasy, and mysteries.   I remember having these “psychedelic” pants as a kid in 1965, almost like it came from a Peter Max clothing line if there was one. And I had some Star Spangled pants.  I remember when Whipped Cream and Other Delights by Herb Alpert & the TJB came out on lp….anyone remember lps?  Licorice Pizza.  Long Playing.  33 1/3.

In the daycare room of a science fiction convention…Westercon something I believe it was held at the Francisco Torres Hotel in Santa Barbara in about 1967 or 1968 and writing chicken scratch on a paper….my limited understanding of music writing….wanting to get the young lady to play Tijuana Taxi for me on guitar.  We both were frustrated because neither understood the other.

I’ve never really did drugs.  Tried pot once and only once in a hole in a field on the corner of Van Nuys and Canterbury St around 1976, the field belonged to an old white two story house that is now a huge townhouse complex.  I took one hit..didn’t know you had to hold it in to take effect…and that was it.  I knew what it was and left it alone.

In my military years mostly spent in the Philippines, the strongest thing I ever had was probably “tuba”.  That and Red Horse.ESB and it was extra strong beer.  It’d knock you out if you weren’t used to it. But that was pretty much it. I do remember getting drunk in the barracks and prying the door off of my locker thinking I had locked the key to the padlock in it only to later discover it hanging around my neck.  D’oh!  Yes Homer Simpson was around in 1989, he was a segment in the Tracey Ullman Show.

In my college years before the Navy, there was pot and other stuff but mostly what I liked was Hiram Walker Cherry Brandy.  Perfectly Flavored With True Fruit.  And that was pretty much it.

Now as previously mentioned in other postings, I like to write.  I have no idea what influenced me to write this poem and I have never in my life tried LSD.  Not much of a hankering to either.  So who knows.

But here’s some of my earlier writing.  And ok, so the title of this post doesn’t quite match the poem, you’ll have to admit they both are pretty goofy.


Are you going to come with me

To another time, to another sea??


In another race in another place

To a cluster of thoughts in inner space??


If you think deeply you will find

In the imagination of the mind


The key to a door

Where you find more


Of your fondest dreams May just seem


To be reality?


Oh! Then come with me!


Sail a ship on a sea of thoughts


On the ocean of the mind


Where time has no beginning


And has no end

And the sounds and thoughts will blend

Into a masterful fantasy with no end


And we’ll fly in a sky

Where you’ll wonder why


Clouds are upside down

And spinning round


We’ll melt through the ground

And fall through space

In forever’s pace


We’ll fly like birds and swim like fish

And all the time you will wish


Why you were never here before??

Days will whirl nights will twirl


When flowers sing and birds will blossom

And all time stops and plays to be possum


You close your eyes it is so dark.

It remains dark. You see a shimmering of light.

It grows brighter.  I take your hand

And we soar past the years All of your fears are gone.


You see another shimmering of light.

The sun hits you squarely in the face


You have awakened to a new day.


Pretty freaky huh? And no, Frank Zappa is not one of my musical influences. never listened to him.

I look back on some of my earlier stuff and think…wow!  I used to be smart!  What happened?

I guess I still like to write to prove to myself if not anyone else, that I haven’t been dumbed down by society…..much.

And……yes….Life Goes On.






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Of Puppies and Laptops

Being a Christian man, imperfect as I am,  I’m taught to love unconditionally and not to hate.  Peoplewise, I tend to do ok.  My people skills are improving, hopefully.

While “hate” is a strong word I am beginning to have a very passionate dislike if you will for Microsoft Windows. Yes this laptop I am using is Windows Vista and I’d much rather have Windows 7, I’d rather just do away with Windows altogether and have a Mac.  I can’t afford it now and it’s more of a want than a need but still….

My desktop is Windows XP sp3.  One of the best operating systems that Microsoft has managed to put out.  Once in awhile they actually do something right.  Windows 7 is pretty good as well.  But Micro$oft has stopped supporting both WinXp and Office 2003.  Say it right and it rhymes.  There must be some kind of virus on my desktop, for awhile it just stopped working altogether.  then it started working right again…well working at least.  Now, tonight as I wanted to just do a complete system wipe and reinstall everything the blasted thing is exhibiting a mind of its own again. I now have a wonderful new doorstop.

It seems for some reason it won’t accept the cd-rw burner and the hard drive at the same time.  I’ve went into the BIOS and reconfigured it but it still won’t work.  The system boots up but the keyboard now doesn’t work.

Ah….Mac….sigh. My brother has pretty much sworn off of Windows and has a MacBook Pro.  He bought our mother a Mac Mini for Christmas a year ago because I tried to install Linux as a dual boot for her on her PC desktop.  PC for the uninitiated refers to Microsoft Windows and Mac refers to Apple.  Linux is another story altogether.

Now…..when I tried to do the same thing to my HP, hers is a Gateway, it wouldn’t work.  I couldn’t install even a “live” version of Linux on it for beans.  So! Figuring this to be a global circumstance, I tried it on hers.  wouldn’t you know the silly Linux distro formatted her entire “c” drive!  Moms was not a happy camper. thus the Mac Mini.

Ah..Mac.  I am reminded of a song from one of my favorite movies. You’ve Got Mail.  It’s by Harry Nilsson and it’s called The Puppy song.

To borrow from it and with apologies to Mr. Nilsson and or whomever actually penned it,:

If only I could have a Mactop
I’d call myself so very lucky
Just to have some company
To share a cup of tea with me
I’d take my Mactop everywhere
La la la la I wouldn’t care
Then we’ll stay away from crowds
With signs that say no Mactops allowed
Oh we… I know he’d never crash on me
We… I know he’d never crash on me

Even my Microsoft Zune is plagued with problems.  I have an old 30 GB first generation Zune.  I bought it at Best Buy in Burbank….Buy More didn’t seem to be around in 2005, I was actually considering a 8gb iPod Video Shuffle for $150.  I happened upon the Zune.  30GB for only $200.  Now you do the math on this one, I took the Zune!  More than twice the size and not bad for the price!

Or so I thought.  Everything was fine until the first firmware upgrade.  All the songs and album covers matched respectively.  Microsoft is inherently Microsoft.  Again, you do the math.  After the first firmware upgrade nothing’s been the same. songs are misplaced and album covers don’t always match.

Ah…Mac! Wherefore art thou Mac?Again from The Puppy song:

But dreams are nothing more than wishes
And a wish is just a dream you wish to come true
Dreams are nothing more than wishes

I wish Microsoft would get their act together and I dream of having a Mac.

Still…….Life Goes On.

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As I was sitting in the Starbucks at The Plant this afternoon, I contemplate…in retrospect actually, I’m not there at the moment…greatness.

Shortly after I wheeled in, I carry my laptop in a school supplied backpack with wheels, I found a large square table in the corner toward the back and situating myself, (do I use too many commas?) Sean who is one of the local friendly barristers there approached me and said he had an extra Carmel Mocha Frappacino..Venti at that!


My local Kaplan College happens to use MS Office 2007 and I have Office 2003 Professional. I have the compatibility pack installed which isn’t a problem but I don’t have a workable flash drive.  My Pastor’s laptop pretty much ruined the one I have, not his fault, purely circumstantial. His antivirus considered a diagnostic program I had as a threat and removed not only the program but any chance I had of decrypting my flash drive.  So I now have a 4 GB drive that’s pretty much useless.  I could sure use some help restoring it.

The school’s pcs use USB ports and I have a 4 GB SDHC card for which there is no point of access.  So how do save I my work?

Cloud computing! I find Word 2007 to be very frustrating. I would rather use 2003 all the time if I had the choice…which I do not.  So I browsed the Microsoft site looking for pointers on how to use the “Ribbon” and stumbled across Office Online.

Greatness! I can now save my school work online in the “cloud” go to Starbucks with free wifi and continue my research and homework!

But truly, when it comes to “Greatness” there is only one description.  The Lord Jesus Christ. God. The Father. The Holy Spirit.

Isaiah 55:8-9 tells us:

8 “My thoughts are nothing like your thoughts,” says the Lord.
“And my ways are far beyond anything you could imagine.
9 For just as the heavens are higher than the earth,
so my ways are higher than your ways

There aren’t enough words in any human language to truly describe His love, faithfulness, or Greatness.

But here’s my offering to Him as I recount that He is so much bigger than any of my problems or cares that I allow myself to get caught up in so often forgetting how magnificent and faithful He truly is.


As the sun breaks through the clouds

To reveal Your majesty

I want to lift my voice loud

And of Your glory sing


You fill my life with greatness

In ways I cannot see

The beauty of Your hand

Always surrounding me


As I face each new day

With It’s problems and it’s cares

Sometimes I feel overwhelmed

But I know You’re always there


You fill my life with greatness

In ways I cannot see

Your waves of grace and mercy always

Washing over me….


I love…… You Lord

I lift Your name on high

I’ve been restored

May I give You glory

With my life


You hold me in Your hand

You said You’ll never leave

For me You have a plan

This I do believe…


I love…… You Lord

I lift Your name on high

I’ve been restored

May I give You glory

With my life


I love You Lord


The music isn’t written yet, maybe someone with keyboard ability and a love for the Lord can help me sometime.

But until that time…..

Life Goes On. :o)

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