RECOGNIZING AND DEVELOPING VOICE

RECOGINZING AND DEVELOPING VOICE;

SUNRISE LESSON FIVE: ASSIGNMENTS 1 & 2

1. I DON'T KNOW WHY I REMEMBER my weekly saturday outings with my dad, My dad was as much a pal as a dad, and we spent many fun hours "bumming around," as he called it. The fact that he was almost 40 years my senior didn't seem to make any difference to either of us!
One of my fondest memories is going fly fishing with my dad during my high sehool and college years at a recreational lake known as Lake Maumelle outside of Little Rock, Arkansas. For dad, it was an escape from the corporate world that claimed most of his time; for me, it was a diversion from my already inordinately care-free life, and sort of a chance to flirt with boys, if there happened to be any around. I didn't know that it was fly fishing that we were doing--I just saw it as a lot of random casting for unseen fish. An excuse to drive the boat around the lake and look at the scenery. There really did not seem to be any actual fish in that lake, but pictures hanging in the marinas indicated lots of recent prize-winning catches. So, there must have been some fish in there somewhere. I never had a chance to see any fish from that lake, live or otherwise. I'm sure dad never did either; it had to be a matter of faith for us that fish did in fact live there.
These random outings actually started for us when I was old enough to get into his car, and continued amost every weekend that we were in the same place, until his death when I was 29--by then, he was 68 and very sick. My favorite early memories were of our nature hikes through Holiday Park in Indianapolis during the 1960's, We would set out from his car, along the leaf-strewn woodland trails (it always seemed to be fall), always stopping to carve our initials into some hard-barked, unsuspecting tree; I always assumed that we were doing them a favor by signing them!









2. POLICE REPORT: Sgt. O'Shaughnessy:

INCIDENT AT SIDEWALK CAFE'. 6/04/09
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STATEMENTS OF EYE-WITNESSES:

BUSINESSMAN Sherman Milton, a wonderful older gentleman known for his congenial outlook on humanity. The cafe' staff never knew whether his luncheon companion would be a local judge, clergyman, golf croney or his prized only-child- attorney-daughter. Good-looking and seemingly unmarried, allthough there was awful gossip about an alcoholoc. bar hopping wife that anyone who hadn't seen her-and many actually had-wouldn't believe for a minute! Here is a summary of his statement:

I saw some kids careen around the corner. I heard tires squeal and shouts as they jumped the curb. I'm not sure why those kids were driving that car--it was too much power for them at their age and stage in life! Giving kids such a high powered car too soon is a real mistake, but I'm on my insurance soapbox again. I'm supposed to have retired from all that by now! Did someone get hurt??



ELDERLY WOMAN:
(This statement was given by Georgann Lutton, a well-to-do, clueless lady in her 60's.)
Those sweet boys who waved at me got into an awful mess when they took that corner too fast and went up on that sidewalk and hit that table. Who told that restaurant that they could put that table there, anyway?? That just causes flies. Those boys smiled at me. Maybe I could have even invited them to church next week. What a pity!


LADY HANDING OUT RELIGIOUS FLIERS
(Tricia Smith, a thirty-something soccer mom and self-described busy-body.)
Rude young punks! I saw them before they headed into their car--even tried to give them a tract about Jesus.Iheard a ruckus and turned around in time to see them slam into one of those foolish sidewalk tables. Glass everywhere! I'll bet they didn't know Jesus--wouldn't even know Him if He'd bitten them. Officer, you better be sure you are capitalizing those H's!!
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