Archive June 2019



My momma’s second daddy’s name was Dud ‘don’t call me Grandpa’ Burns. He was a bone-a-fide farmer too, complete with a big ol’ barn, tractors, combines, plows, chickens, dogs, cats, rats, mice, horses, pigs, goats, donkeys, cattle…the whole kit-n-kabootle. I have seven cousins-n-every one of ’em, me included, spent time helpin’ out on the farm. There’s one big difference between those fellas-n-me…they can plow a field. Now I can drive a tractor y’all…but I t plow a straight line for nothin’. I’d ride next to Dud-n-he’d tell me to keep my eyes on a point on the horizon, never look away, keep the wheel pointed thataway…so that’s what I did. Then he’d jump off at the turnrow-n-turn me out. I tried-n-tried-n-tried but all my rows came out wavy. Dud figured I was too ‘cityfied’…he finally just gave up. What’s the big deal about a straight row anyhow? I never did get the hang of it…plowin’ just ain’t me…at all!

We went out to his place after church one Sunday. I headed to the barn where he was workin’ on one of the ol’ tractors…let me tell ya it was a belcher too…duck tape wouldn’t even help this scrap pile…but there he was so there I was. He put me under the front end…had me hold a wrench on some gizmo while he scooted up top-n-went to poundin’ on some other contraption with his favorite tool, a ballpeen hammer…and he was whackin’ that dude somethin’ ferocious! Anyway…he gave it a good hard shot-n-that hammer come outta his hand…did a few curlicues, and smacked me right square on the noggin’. After that thing dang-near knocked me out…after it hit me between the eyes…after!…Dud hollered ‘watch out!’. When my eyes got uncrossed I asked him why he didn’t holler somethin’ before that hammer made it’s …the ol’ coot never did give me an answer…he t talk-n-laugh at the same time. I think he was gettin’ back at me for all those crooked rows he had to do over.

Today I was thinkin’…sometimes that’s exactly how I feel…I get hammered by somethin’ outta nowhere-n-afterwards God says ‘watch out’. Ever felt that way?…could just be a cityfied thing I guess. But I got a truth today that pretty much settles the issue for me…the issue of feelin’ as though the Creator of all things sneezes ever once in a while…He never does though…regardless of how we feel.

A lot of times we do get the cars on the Glory Train out of order don’t we…there’s only three cars see…the first is truth (fact)…then faith…then feeling…in that order. Truth pulls faith…truth-n-faith pull feelings…not the other way around. Got truth?…”He who planted the ear, does He not hear? He who formed the eye, does He not see?” (Psalms 94:9). God sees our crooked rows…even hears our hammers…he sees-n-hears it all! Got faith?…”I am the Alpha and the Omega, the Beginning and the End, the First and the Last” (Revelation 22:13)…oh yeh, God’s got it all under control. Got feelings?…”Through Him, then, let us continually lay on the altar a sacrifice of praise to God, namely, the utterance of lips that give thanks to His Name” (Hebrews 13:15)…even for all our crooked rows-n-hammers! “Listen to this secret truth: we shall not all die, but when the last trumpet sounds, we shall all be changed in an instant, as quickly as the blinking of an eye. For when the trumpet sounds, the dead will be raised, never to die again, and we shall all be changed” (1 Corinthians 15:51)…WATCH OUT!!