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   Prompt: "Prompt: Write about something beautiful you've seen or witnessed in May."That is very easy to do. I love May. It is without doubt my favorite time of the year. I love it because when I look out my window all I see is green leaves and blue skies. The drab, dinginess of winter is behind us. Winter is always extremely depressing to me. I prefer sunshine and blue skies. I certainly prefer the green leaves on the trees as opposed to seeing the trees without leaves. A tree without leaves looks naked to me. The look like skeletons of their former selves and all that keeps me from wanting to look away is knowing that like the caterpillar, the real tree is dormant. It will come back. What is beautiful in May? Everything! West Virginia is particularly beautiful this time of year. When they said it was "Almost Heaven" they must have been visiting in May. Prompt: "If you knew that in one year you would die suddenly, would you change anything about the way you are living now? If so, what would you change and why?"I would continue doing what I am doing because currently I am doing my very best to do God's will. Death does not scare me for I know who holds death in the palms of His hands. Nor do I have any delusions that I have to walk on water to please Him. He knows I fall well short of the mark. Instead of pushing me away, He puts His arms around my shoulders and says "How can we improve on this together?" "Prompt: What are the biggest and the most important things you’ve learned in life to date?"I've learned that Jesus Christ is Lord. I learned that He loved me enough to die in my place and then rose from the dead so that I might have life. I learned that He does not expect perfection, just effort, and continued growth.    |
| "Prompt: Use these words in your blog post: inchoate, anxiety, hammock, bookcase." I strung my inchoate hammock across the room to my bookcases, which were bolted to the walls. Then I lay down with some trepidation and anxiety praying the whole thing would not fall. However it held good and I slept comfortably. "What chore do you most dislike doing? Tell us a creative story about how you might get out of doing it."I always hated cleaning my room or something. The only time I would do it was if I was on speed and had the excess energy. One day I was told to clean my room and I said I would. I no more than got started when a beautiful woman appeared before me. It was the goddess Aphrodite and we all know what she wanted. We spent the entire evening together and the room never did get cleaned. "Prompt: “Happiness, not in anotherplace but this place… not for another hour but this hour” Walt Whitman, “A Song for Occupations,” Leaves of Grass Are you happy at “this hour”? If not, what would make you happy?" I am very happy at this hour. Another hour of sleep would have made me more so. |
| "Day 2738: May 16, 2020 Prompt: "One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain." Bob Marley Let this quote inspire your blog entry." I don't know that I agree with that statement. Sometimes music can make the pain worse than it was. I had problems with my ex-wife long before she became my ex-wife. I admit that I was a tyrant to her and brought the problems on myself. I cheated on her and basically treated her like garbage. I was in the hospital one time and when I got home I found she had moved out and was seeing another man. I was furious and I was heartbroken. I cried rivers of tears while surfing the Internet and listened to what was supposed to be soothing music on there. One song that I never have found again was called "The Three Marys". It was a Scottish song I believe. I would listen to it and cry and cry. It seemed so forlorn and it tore me up. It just may have been the way I was feeling already but it moved me. I'd say music can indeed worsen pain. Prompt: "Do you believe in ghosts or other supernatural entities? Have you ever experienced something you could not explain?"I firmly believe in evil and I also believe in psychic power. I don't know how to really explain it except to say that I believe emotions have energy. That energy can get trapped in surrounding objects and if it is powerful enough it can escape those objects and manifest as what we call "ghosts". I have seen it happen more than once and seem to be very in tune to the energy they convey. One house my ex-wife and I lived in sent chills up my spine from Day One. About a week after we had moved in I awoke one morning to my wife screaming in fear. She was hanging in the most awkward position I've ever seen anybody in. The only part of her body touching the floor was the very back of her ankles. Her arms were straight out in front of her into the air above her and she was a few feet from the floor. She shouted "Something is holding me!" I saw nothing holding her but she was a big woman. There is no way she could have bent over into that position and held herself off of the floor. Gravity would have made her fall. She was basically suspended. I got up and swung my arms over her to see what was holding her up. I swung hard and hit something but my eyes said there was nothing there. How do I explain it? I have no idea. I believe it was demonic but that is my belief. I ran from the room scared to death, basically not knowing how to defend my wife. A few seconds later she hit the floor and came running behind me. We did not even go back after the furniture! Prompt: "Discuss this quote in your blog. “It is not how much we have, but how much we enjoy, that makes happiness.” – Charles Spurgeon"I agree with him. I have everything I need. I would love to have money. I mean who wouldn't? Money however is not everything. Contentment or serenity comes from being content with what we have. |
| Prompt: "Write about a time when you or someone you know acted selflessly. What was the motivation and what were the results?" I would have to say that Jesus Christ on the cross was without doubt the greatest act of selflessness in human history. In fact it was this act that created and is human history. Everything, even the way we count time, hinges on that one single act. It was 2020 years ago that Jesus was born so all of history hinges on His life and the one single act that ended it. I am so grateful to Jesus for the grace and love it took for Him to die for me. His sacrificial death has made all the difference in my life. It has pulled me from the gutter of drug addiction and into the glorious realm of His ever lasting presence. I am a new creature today because I trusted Jesus and allowed Him to work in my life transforming me into a new creature. Prompt: "Places are opening back up as the restrictions are lifted. How do you feel about this? Do you think we'll be able to return to the way things are?"I think you meant to ask if we think we will be able to return to the way things were? My answer is that I think people will return to the way things were but I don't think it will be a smart thing to do. I think some of the things we have done during the pandemic were healthy changes. For example, what is it going to hurt if we do wear masks to prevent us from infecting another person? I won't and I don't always wear a mask. I am in a room by myself here at the Veterans Home so most of the time when I am alone I do not wear a mask. Then when I step out of my room I may or may not come back and get it. Most of the time I do come back however because I do not want to be a carrier of some illness that I breathe out and thereby infect others. Washing my hands doesn't do any harm either. What really irritates me is when people politicize this thing and say "Yes. You liberals want all of us to wear masks because that is what the Democratic leaders want." First of all I am a conservative. I vote for the candidate that has the most conservative views, but that has nothing to do with the pandemic. To say the pandemic is a host perpetrated by the liberals as one idiot said is ludicrous. Perhaps they would like to explain to the thousands who lost their lives that they aren't really dead because the pandemic did not really happen! I'm sorry, but to be so bold and loose with people's lives makes them the liberals! Prompt: "Let's talk about the weather. Is it your normal or are you having different patterns? How are the plants adapting?Man oh, man! Talk about small talk! Yes. The weather here is great. It's about 65 outside or whatever that is in Celcius. It is beautiful. West Virginia is typically very pleasant at this time of year. It's supposed to rain tomorrow I hear though. So tell me, how has Quido been since I last saw him or whatever other kinds of nonsense you want to discuss?  |
| Prompt: "Pick five (5) book titles, any five titles and use them in your entry today to tell a story. Be creative." Frank was studying to be a minister. He had graduated magna cum laude from one college, earned a bachelor's degree at a second, and was enrolled in a third earning an M. Div. in Ministry and Cosmogony. He was working his tail off studying hermeneutics in his book Introduction to Biblical Interpretation. The phone kept ringing. He answered it to find a friend on the other end needing consoling. His fiend had been a foster parent and the state had come in and moved a child to whom the friend had come to be very close. "I think I'm coming down with a case of clinical depression", the Tom said. "I feel like I have no energy and I've lost all interest." "Those are indeed symptoms of depression", Frank answered. "However what you seem to be going through is grief. After all you just had a major loss in your life. Yes you may be depressed but that is part of the process. Allow yourself to grieve." "You're right", Tom answered. "I hadn't thought of it as grief but you are absolutely right." They talked for a while longer and Tom said goodbye. Then Frank picked up his book on spiritual formation called Kingdom Life: A Theology for Spiritual Formation and read the first assignment in it. As he was reading it his friend George called. George had just had an accident. A car had careened out of control and hit his parked motorcycle. His father had given him the motorcycle. It was irreplaceable. "I feel so lost", George was saying. "I don't know what is wrong with me. It's just a motorcycle. It can be replaced." "No", Frank gently told him. "It is not just a motorcycle. It held a lot of sentimental value to you. It's a great loss in your life. Allow yourself to grieve that loss." "That's it", George exclaimed. "I hadn't thought of it but you are right. It's grief!" Frank continued to console George until George hung up. Frank leaned over and got his Strong's Concordance to look up scriptures on grief. He found there were many. God had even grieved the loss of the nation of Israel and Jesus wept for His friend Lazarus. Once Frank found the scriptures he was looking for he began to ponder them. Perhaps I will write a research paper dealing with grief he said as he thumbed through his Turabain format style guide. He picked up his New International Version Bible and set to work. "I know for sure God wants me to do grief counseling", he said. Prompt: "What was the best/worst letter or email you ever received or wrote? Write about the situation surrounding that letter, and why it was so significant."This is a true story though many don't believe it. When I was just a young man and had put together one of many significant periods of abstinence in my life, I began working with the local sheriff's department doing drug education at schools. I became deeply interested in the subject. Ronald Reagan was President of the United States and his wife Nancy was the acting chairperson of a drug education program that she actively promoted. I wanted information about the program so I wrote a letter to the White House asking her about it. A few weeks later the postmaster at our post office told my mom that she had received a package for me along with a letter but that she wanted me to pick it up personally. Mom did not understand why the woman would not give her the letter and package. The postmaster told her that it was a hand-addressed letter from the desk of the First Lady of the United States and the postmaster wanted to know what it said! I went and got the letter along with the package Nancy had sent me. It was a nice letter encouraging me to continue what I was doing. The package contained information and brochures. Shortly after I got the letter the phone rang. My sister answered it. She said "One moment please." Then she looked at me and said "Your friend Nancy would like to speak to you." "Prompt: What things did you like to do when you were a kid?"I guess I was a pretty normal kid who liked to do things any kid wants to do. I loved riding my bike, swimming, riding horses, playing with my brothers, watching cartoons, and goofing off. I loved reading and read anything I could get my hands on. Aside from that, I was not all that unusual. |
| "Prompt: What is your new normal these days?" My new normal is staying home as much as possible and wearing a mask when I go out. My brother is always raising a fuss because he says it was the "liberals" who said we should all wear masks to keep others from getting sick. He says the government's shut down was illegal and blah, blah, blah. All I had to hear was that wearing a mask may save somebody's life and I was willing to wear a mask. There are times of course when I walk out of my room and forget to put a mask on because I don't wear it in my room. I am the only person in here so why should I. When I go out though I have no right to endanger the lives of others. I know that I created problems for my mother who had emphysema by smoking around her when I was young and silly. I didn't think cigarettes were harmful at the time and Dad and I both smoked around her. I know doing so contributed to her wearing oxygen and possibly even to her death. I refuse to contribute to the death of another because I am so sure I am right. If so-called experts say that something can cause harm to others then I am going to do my part not to cause that harm regardless of what my personal beliefs on the matter are. I won't risk somebody else's life. Jesus told us to do unto others the things we would have them do unto us. If I would not want somebody risking my life I won't risk their life no matter how stubborn I am. My new normal is following expert advice even if I disagree with it, complying with government mandates even if I disagree, and wearing a mask even if I disagree. Prompt: "Writing Sprint! Set a timer for 10 minutes and write without stopping about whatever comes to your mind. I challenge you to deny your urge to edit yourself as you write. If you must, you’re allowed to edit, but only after you finish your ten minute sprint. Ready? Set. GO!"Considering that I type at a rate of about fifteen words per minute using the old hunt and peck method this won't be a very long article. However my timer is set so we'll see how far this goes. I couldn't actually set a timer as I don't have one. What I did do was set an alarm. It will be singing "Good morning, good morning, Bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah" to me in a few minutes making me want to smash it. I leave that alarm on there because I know it is one I won't sleep through. I'll get up if for no other reason than to shut it off! Anyway my ten minutes are now up. Do I need to edit? Prompt: "Have you ever said, I'm going to complete this goal before I'm 30. Or was it 40? Doesn't really matter what year. what does matter is what goals you chose to accomplish by your decade year. If you're 50 than you should have 4 decade goals. (20, 30, 40, 50)"I have achieved all of my goals so far in life but I never thought of them as "decade goals". I guess maybe my decade goals were to simply survive until I saw another decade go by. I don't remember any goals for my first decade. I was too young then to even realize what goals were. My only goal in my second-decade was to have as many partners as possible and I accomplished that. I got married the first time at 27. My third-decade goal was to survive until then. I was certain I was going to die by 30 and scared my poor wife to death with my thoughts about it. My goal for forty was to get off drugs, which I did not do then. I got clean at 47 and stayed that way. My goal for my fifth-decade was and is to get my education and certifications as a counselor. My goal for 60 is to be everything Jesus wants me to be. 70 is too far away to think about. |
| "Day 2734: May 12, 2020 Prompt: “Writing is exposing yourself to strangers”― Bangambiki Habyarimana, The Great Pearl of Wisdom What do you think?" I would agree. I believe writing takes a certain degree of vulnerability as in a sense we are letting strangers into the inner workings of our minds. Poetry is an especially vulnerable area because poetry is often an expression of what we are feeling deep in our souls. I write some poetry for no other reason than the challenge of writing it, but I also write a lot that expresses what I feel. In doing so I am expressing those feelings openly and making myself vulnerable. This takes a certain degree of humility and trust. So yes I agree that we are exposing ourselves to strangers. "Prompt: “Writing is a struggle against silence,” says Carlos Fuentes. What do you think he means by silence, internal or external noise or something else?"I have no idea what he is talking about. I always wrote because I wanted to quiet the muse that rose within me. I would have to mimic the words of Jeremiah the prophet. He said that he wanted to be quiet at times when He was preaching but that doing so would be like a "fire" in his bones and heart, Jeremiah 20: 9. I feel the same way about writing. There are days when the well seems to run dry and I write little. Then there are days when it overflows and I can't write enough. If this is what Carlos meant by "noise" then I fully understand. Prompt: "Write about a fork in the road in your life, and how you made the decision to go the direction you did. What would have happened if you chose the other path?"Up until just a few months ago I was certain that I was going to pursue a professional degree in social work. My whole life has been geared toward serving others and my heart has always been in therapy and counseling. I thought I was going to be a mental health/addictions therapist and I did everything I could to make that happen. I am still very interested in the field but I ended up going at it from an angle I did not expect. I moved here to the West Virginia Veterans Home in Barboursville WV back in 2017. I became involved in both the chapel here and the Salvation Army Huntington Corps in nearby Huntington WV. Shortly after I got here I realized that the chapel service here had no chaplain. I am an ordained minister through the National Association of Christian Counselors and a community chaplain through the same. I decided to pursue becoming the chaplain here and obtained that position and have been the chaplain since. During that time I completed my RBA at Marshall University and became a soldier at the Salvation Army Huntington Corps. I have an extensive background in the psychology field including 78 credit hours toward a BS in psychology and an academic associate degree in Dependency Disorder Technology. I also worked as a peer support specialist having 11 years and some months in recovery from addiction. I thought social work seemed the ideal fit for me and applied to Marshall University's Social Work program. Shortly after I became a soldier in the Huntington Corps our Community Care Ministries Secretary retired from her position due to health issues. The commander suggested I become the Community Care Ministries Secretary since I was already unofficially serving in that capacity by being the chaplain of the WVVH. I accepted and was soon commissioned as a local officer or basically the equivalent of a military non-commissioned officer. I began developing chaplaincy opportunities in the various nursing homes in the community. Then one afternoon it occurred to me that as a chaplain I might qualify for licensure. I inquired by going online. The first thing I always do is check my email when I go online. My email had only one thing in it that day: an advertisement from Regent University about their chaplaincy program. I requested information and the next day I was enrolled in their Master of Divinity chaplain's concentration. I was certain up until that point that I was going to be a social worker. Image #2187984 over display limit. -?- |
| Image #1997652 over display limit. -?- Image #1971183 over display limit. -?- Image #2066112 over display limit. -?- Prompt: "Look at a picture from your younger years. You don’t have to share the photo with us, but try to describe it in as much detail as possible. What led up to the photo being taken and what happened after?" The picture has a little red-headed, freckle-faced me standing there wearing a western outfit, cowboy hat, and set of toy pistols my mom and dad bought me for Christmas. I was just a young child, barely nine years old. I remember the day well, A short while later, maybe an hour and our house burned down. Image #1997652 over display limit. -?- "Prompt: Morning noises" The only morning noise I ever hear is a duo of women singing "Good morning" on my alarm. I find it to be very annoying but it never fails to make me roll out of bed. For that I am grateful though because I have to get up. It's just a very irritating sound, which is partly why I chose it. I knew it would get me up, if for not other reason than to not have to hear the grating voice. Image #1971183 over display limit. -?- "Prompt: “But mothers lie. It's in the job description,” says John Green. In your opinion, through which ways can mothers lie?" My mother lied to us about the cherries that go in mixed fruit. She told us they were poison unless cooked so that we would not eat them before she needed them. We never touched them. Image #2098718 over display limit. -?- Image #2118746 over display limit. -?- Image #2187503 over display limit. -?- Image #2187984 over display limit. -?- |
Image #2066112 over display limit. -?- Prompt: "The prompt today is very simple: Write about the person you call Mom." My mom was a shrewd woman. She used a lot of psychology in raising us kids even though I don't think she knew it was psychology. For example she told us that Marcino cherries had to cooked a certain way before you could eat them or they would kill you. She said that because she wanted the cherries to include in her delicious mixed fruit, and she knew we we would eat them out of the jar otherwise. She was shrewd. My brother is still convinced to this day that those cherries are poisonous. He always asks if we cooked them first. He knows you don't have to cook them but he still falls back on old habits. Mom was strict as well. She had to be. She had nine children and that meant keeping a tight reign on us. She threatened one time that she was going to get us out of bed and whip us on a daily basis to make sure she got us for whatever she happened to miss. Of course that never happened. She woke us every morning though and prepared our breakfast before going to school. She was a loving woman. Image #2098718 over display limit. -?- Image #2118746 over display limit. -?- Image #2187503 over display limit. -?- {2187984-33%} |
| Image #1971183 over display limit. -?- Image #1997652 over display limit. -?- Image #2066112 over display limit. -?- Prompt: "Choose an event in your life that someone else remembers differently. Describe both memories and debate the differences. Who do you think is right? Why do you think you remember it differently?" I don't have a whole lot of people in my life to sit around and talk about events in the past with so this prompt is pretty tough for me. I do know of one event that my brother brings up every time we get together that he remembers differently than I do, but it was a misunderstanding on his part. We had been heading into town that night. We were all crammed into the cab of the truck because we lived on a farm where a truck was needed and we could not afford two vehicles. We had just sold a load of firewood to somebody and our parents were asking what we would like as a reward for our work. I wanted chocolate milk but I knew it was expensive. There were three of us boys and I knew not to push it and ask for one carton each, which would have been three quarts. That was when they still had quart bottles and cartons. So I asked for two quarts with the intention that they be divided equally between us. my brother immediately thought I wanted a quart for the two of them and a quart for myself. We nearly got into a fight over it. he still brings that up to this day to point out my greed and gluttony, but the fact is that I happened to be there and I know my intention. I simply knew that my parents were not going to the expense of buying three quarts but I thought perhaps I could convince them to evenly split two of them. I don't know how I thought they were going to manage that but then kids often think parents can do anything. And no, we did not get the chocolate milk. Image #1971183 over display limit. -?- Prompt: "Flash Fiction: Write a short story about a clock." I have one of those annoying alarm clocks. I get up at 0450 every morning to do rounds with the nurses to do bed checks. They take the role and make sure everybody is still breathing I guess. Anyway, my smartphone is my alarm clock. It doesn't have a whole lot of alarm tones on it. I have listened to them and most of them are very weak and probably wouldn't phase me. The one I have is a group of women singing "Good morning, good morning. Bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah..." It is very annoying and I have often threatened to smash it against the wall. You know how it is. I'm a loving Christian man until you get me angry. Then I get really huge, ugly, and green. Well the alarm always manages to push the right buttons. I try to get to it before they make it to the "Bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah" part of their song because it just rakes my last nerve. It's a lot like having somebody drag their fingernails across a chalkboard. It just sends chills up my spine. Sometimes I get the alarm shut off before they go into their droning routine and sometimes the alarm beats me. It's always a race. This morning I lost. Here it is. It's 0450 and I have this group of women on my nightstand sounding like Pickett's charge. I'm trying to get the phone shut off. All I have to do is swipe the thing and it will go into snooze and I can get another five minutes of precious sleep. I must look like Wile E. Coyote just after he chases road runner across a mountain and the mountain caves in on him. Splat! Anyway, I'm swiping this silly phone and the women are still singing "Good morning, good morning, bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah! bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah!" I am swiping and swiping and they are singing and singing. I'm trying to remain calm because I don't want to turn all green and get ugly. I mean green and white are my alma mater's colors, but I don't look good when I turn green like that. So I'm swiping and swiping at the phone and they are droning on and on with their nasty, stupid song. I'm ready to explode in rage. All I want is to dismiss the alarm. I have a second alarm set for 0500 and a third set for 0505 so I can catnap and try to collect my sense before waking completely up. It's a delicate balancing act and their singing is disturbing it. Ugh! I swipe and swipe and they keep singing and singing. Then I realize that I am swiping left when all I need to do is swipe to the right and they'll stop for five minutes. Then we'll start the whole dance again. So I swipe to the right and hear "Good morning, good morning. Bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah." The 0500 alarm is now going off as well! "Yes Mom. I'm awake already". Image #1997652 over display limit. -?- "Day 2731: May 9, 2020 Prompt: My favorite part of the weekend is _____, because ______." My favorite part of the weekend is Sunday because it is Lord's Day and I get to lead a great bunch of guys in Bible study. As most everybody knows I am the chaplain of the West Virginia Veterans Home in Barboursville WV. That usually doesn't really entail doing a whole lot because there is no really defined job description for the chaplain here. It's a volunteer position in which I encourage the veterans to attend chapel and visit anybody who is hospitalized. Aside from that there is nothing to it. Prior to the current COVID-19 pandemic there were a total of three ministers besides myself that held regular weekly Bible studies and chapel services here. I usually attended them all except for the Sunday morning service. On Sunday morning I went to the Salvation Army where I am a soldier. Before anybody misunderstands, the Salvation Army is not a branch of any military. It is not a branch of the US military. In fact the World Office of the Salvation Army is in London England. It was founded by General William Booth who thought it was a Christian's duty to win the soul by meeting the needs of the physical man. Anyway I have been a soldier in the Salvation Army for close to three years. I became a soldier there shortly after becoming a chaplain of the West Virginia Veterans Home. Chaplains do not pastor the congregations of the chapels they serve. Basically it is the chaplain's duty to counsel and serve the residents, but chapel is not a church in and of itself. A chaplain always has a home church that they answer to and that church is their base of operations. Since I was a soldier of the Salvation Army it seemed logical that my home church would be the Salvation Army Huntington Corps where I am a soldier. Shortly after I became chaplain here at the Veterans Home I ask my commander at the Salvation Army what I could do to become more involved there. She suggested I become "bonded" as a local commissioned officer. I didn't really know what that entailed, but if she suggested it I trusted her judgment and told her I was willing to try it. She said that essentially I was already doing it. As the chaplain of the WVVH who affiliated my chaplaincy with the corps I was already filling the position she had in mind. I was doing community care and she wanted me to become the Community Care Ministries Secretary. We would complete the paperwork and forward it to the Maryland/West Virginia Division (now the Potomac Division) commander to sign off on. The Division Commander signed off on the position along with appointing me as Men's Club Treasurer and Adult Sunday School Teacher. Prior to COVID-19 I allowed delegated the Sunday morning service at the WVVH to another minister as I taught Sunday school at the Salvation Army. That worked out well. Then COVID-19 stopped anybody from being able to visit the WVVH and chapel services had no leader. As a resident of the WVVH I too was quarantined to the "hill" as we call it because the facility sits atop a small hill overlooking the town. I began filling in for the ministers who were coming in to teach Bible studies. I had been holding a devotion on Saturday evenings prior to that, but that was the extent of my duties. Since I have been filling in for the other ministers I have grown quite close to the group of men that meets regularly for Bible study. I especially look forward to Sunday morning worship with them or to going to the Huntington Corps and leading Sunday school. So either way Sunday is my favorite! Image #2098718 over display limit. -?- Image #2118746 over display limit. -?- Image #2187503 over display limit. -?- Image #2187984 over display limit. -?- |
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