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Vote

Do you vote?

I belong to that generation (Boomers, Busters, whatever you want to call us) that shows up to vote. I vote in every election. I vote early because I do not like lines but if I have to wait in line to vote, I will wait in line to vote.

President to dog catcher, I do not care. Tell me I can vote and see if I do not find a way to get to the poll. I love showing up at the polling place, showing an ID and I ADORE  getting a ballot to mark as I please. I like completing the ballot. I check it over to make sure I voted as I intended. And I really like putting the completed ballot in the ballot box.

My generation likes voting.

We may be the last one.

In the last midterms (Senate, Congress, Governors) less than 14% of millenials turned out to vote. Last week I found myself wondering how many of the protesters in Washington DC (either side of the aisle) turned out to vote. Age profiling would indicate, if you are looking at a younger protester, you are probably not looking at a voter.

I don’t know how many of the Protesters were paid, either, but chances are there were more than a few. The distressing scenes were just too beautifully choreographed to have been spontaneous.

I think it is time we got back to voting. My decrepit, grey  haired generation will see you at the poll. It is time younger people decided to go with us.

Sunday Night Baptisms-Chains of Grace Ministries

Sunday Evening\ September 2, 2018 at 3958 J Rendon Road in Burleson, Texas we will baptize. First, we will eat food prepared by a Master Chef Dinner from 4 to 5:30 PM Then we will sing inside in air-conditioned comfort and we will preach ( I will) on Romans 13:1-7 because we (I) have been… Continue Reading

Joshaway, Texas

I’ve written before about the town where I was raised. Joshua, Texas. All of us who lived there then pronounced it Joshaway. Today my oldest grand-daughter drove me over to Joshaway. We had lunch first and filled up her Jeep. Then, we hit the happy streets of Joshaway. Some of the old roads and streets… Continue Reading

A Tired Walker, a Hot Day, A Dirt Road

He was bent or so it looked to me. He was old or so it seemed to me. I passed him easily. I was young. He looked down at the dirt road. He did not look up at me even after I got by him. I know he did not look at me even after… Continue Reading

To Write

  The first time I write a piece I draw it from my heart. The heart part, the first, that’s the real piece. If that is enough, the piece you write, the first one, from your heart, it will leave you alone. The first piece will not call out to you at night. You may… Continue Reading

The Necessity of the Christ for a Good Life

On Resurrection Sunday a few years ago, numerous pastors of churches in a fading mainline American denomination rose to deny Jesus. The statement dozens of these heretics had agreed upon was spoken as in unison. They said, “Jesus, called the Christ, if he ever actually existed, was certainly not the  divine Son of God and… Continue Reading