Kopp Disclosure
(John 3:19-21)
@#$%
I've just read a great love story: Nina Urich's The Hillsborough Chronicles; and you can get a copy from her husband at burich@fcuonline.com or borrow mine.
Bruce is among the PCUSA's remnant of pastor/theologians who remain faithfully rather than separating to be faithful as profiled in Jesus, prescribed in Holy Scripture, and upheld by our constitution; and we badger each other about our next books which probably won't cut into the sales of RW or JO.
My friend's introduction planted a seed which He watered on Father's Day (viz., a rhetorical refrain): "Nina played the organ in church on May 29, 2006, and was dead by June 13, 2006 of a massive fast-growing brain tumor in a hospice house where our son-in-law was the doctor...I have never asked God why He took her. He is in management. I am in sales and service. I have asked Him why He gave me this wonderful woman for 46 1/2 years and three children!"
@#$%
Whenever I read Bruce's tear-drenched affections and agonies, I remember two other comments and a fledgling relationship with a subscriber in New Jersey concomitant to the refrain echoed repeatedly on Father's Day during my homiletical offering.
First, the comments and relationship.
Then I'll get to the refrain.
@#$%
An old friend in Pennsylvania who has made just about as many mistakes (euphemism for sins) as I have over the years but shares my addiction for golf, which means we know how much we need Jesus, played several matches avec moi against my dad and sister.
Those three are so competitive!
Anyway, I'll never forget what he said when I was getting really ticked off during a very tight contest as my dad whistled and shook change in his pocket whenever I had an important putt to make: "Enjoy him while you've got him. I'd give anything to play another round with my dad. This is just part of the fun which you'll miss someday. I miss it. I miss him."
@#$%
The relationship in New Jersey can be very annoying.
He's a pastor who refuses to acknowledge humanity's total depravity and presses me over and over and over again to tilt my pastoral and prophetic balance from the pejorative to the positive.
He prefers more light than salt.
Or as he once said, "You know we've got enough people in church and society who live to bitch about everyone and everything. You can be better than that!"
Geez.
@#$%
Then there's my dad.
Just before teeing off not too long ago, he said, "Well, fellahs, let's enjoy this while we can!"
He added, "It's good to be on this side of the turf."
@#$%
The refrain: "Let's enjoy each other before it's too late and while we can!"
@#$%
I've presided at lots of memorial services in the last 32 years.
People who've bitched at each other more than enjoyed each other really have a hard time at funerals.
Go back to the refrain.
@#$%
I've gone to lots of meetings.
People who've bitched at each other more than enjoyed each other really have a hard time getting much done for Jesus.
Go back to the refrain.
@#$%
I've mediated lots of church disputes as a consultant as well as practitioner.
People who've bitched at each other more than enjoyed each other have run off people from their fellowships and set their churches back so many years.
Go back to the refrain.
@#$%
Some people don't like that B word; but not saying it will do nothing to change it.
Confession and repentance precede redemption.
It's like one of my favorite preachers likes to say, "The world is at war, our economy is in decline, bad weather is battering the homes and hopes of so many, people are hungry, there's a terrorist under every rock, we've got Manny, Moe, and Jack running for President, and everything and everyone is going to hell apart from Jesus; and you can't deal with your deodorant not keeping you dry all day long."
Go back to the refrain.
@#$%
My golf buddy is right.
So is that pain-in-my-butt pastor in New Jersey.
So is my dad.
So is my, uh, Father.
I'm going back to the refrain.
@#$%
Blessings and Love!
(John 3:19-21)
@#$%
I've just read a great love story: Nina Urich's The Hillsborough Chronicles; and you can get a copy from her husband at burich@fcuonline.com or borrow mine.
Bruce is among the PCUSA's remnant of pastor/theologians who remain faithfully rather than separating to be faithful as profiled in Jesus, prescribed in Holy Scripture, and upheld by our constitution; and we badger each other about our next books which probably won't cut into the sales of RW or JO.
My friend's introduction planted a seed which He watered on Father's Day (viz., a rhetorical refrain): "Nina played the organ in church on May 29, 2006, and was dead by June 13, 2006 of a massive fast-growing brain tumor in a hospice house where our son-in-law was the doctor...I have never asked God why He took her. He is in management. I am in sales and service. I have asked Him why He gave me this wonderful woman for 46 1/2 years and three children!"
@#$%
Whenever I read Bruce's tear-drenched affections and agonies, I remember two other comments and a fledgling relationship with a subscriber in New Jersey concomitant to the refrain echoed repeatedly on Father's Day during my homiletical offering.
First, the comments and relationship.
Then I'll get to the refrain.
@#$%
An old friend in Pennsylvania who has made just about as many mistakes (euphemism for sins) as I have over the years but shares my addiction for golf, which means we know how much we need Jesus, played several matches avec moi against my dad and sister.
Those three are so competitive!
Anyway, I'll never forget what he said when I was getting really ticked off during a very tight contest as my dad whistled and shook change in his pocket whenever I had an important putt to make: "Enjoy him while you've got him. I'd give anything to play another round with my dad. This is just part of the fun which you'll miss someday. I miss it. I miss him."
@#$%
The relationship in New Jersey can be very annoying.
He's a pastor who refuses to acknowledge humanity's total depravity and presses me over and over and over again to tilt my pastoral and prophetic balance from the pejorative to the positive.
He prefers more light than salt.
Or as he once said, "You know we've got enough people in church and society who live to bitch about everyone and everything. You can be better than that!"
Geez.
@#$%
Then there's my dad.
Just before teeing off not too long ago, he said, "Well, fellahs, let's enjoy this while we can!"
He added, "It's good to be on this side of the turf."
@#$%
The refrain: "Let's enjoy each other before it's too late and while we can!"
@#$%
I've presided at lots of memorial services in the last 32 years.
People who've bitched at each other more than enjoyed each other really have a hard time at funerals.
Go back to the refrain.
@#$%
I've gone to lots of meetings.
People who've bitched at each other more than enjoyed each other really have a hard time getting much done for Jesus.
Go back to the refrain.
@#$%
I've mediated lots of church disputes as a consultant as well as practitioner.
People who've bitched at each other more than enjoyed each other have run off people from their fellowships and set their churches back so many years.
Go back to the refrain.
@#$%
Some people don't like that B word; but not saying it will do nothing to change it.
Confession and repentance precede redemption.
It's like one of my favorite preachers likes to say, "The world is at war, our economy is in decline, bad weather is battering the homes and hopes of so many, people are hungry, there's a terrorist under every rock, we've got Manny, Moe, and Jack running for President, and everything and everyone is going to hell apart from Jesus; and you can't deal with your deodorant not keeping you dry all day long."
Go back to the refrain.
@#$%
My golf buddy is right.
So is that pain-in-my-butt pastor in New Jersey.
So is my dad.
So is my, uh, Father.
I'm going back to the refrain.
@#$%
Blessings and Love!
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