Are you losing your marbles?

Gentle reader,
Excuse me for not getting up but dealing with a family member with lung cancer is not only tiring but wearing as well. I will be back at my blog in time but allow me to share a wee bit of old times. before we had such things as DVDs and HD TVs

Gentle Reader,

The older I get, the more I enjoy Saturday mornings. Perhaps it's the quiet solitude that comes with being the first to rise, or maybe it's the unbounded joy of not having to be at work. Either way, the first few hours of a Saturday morning are most enjoyable. A few weeks ago, I was shuffling toward the basement shack with a steaming cup of coffee in one hand and the morning paper in the other. What began as a typical Saturday morning, turned into one of those lessons that life seems to hand you from time to time.

Let me tell you about it.

I turned the dial up into the phone portion of the band on my ham radio in order to listen to a Saturday morning swap net. Along the way, I came across an older sounding chap, with a tremendous signal and a golden voice. You know the kind, he sounded like he should be in the broadcasting business. He was telling whoever he was talking with something about "a thousand marbles".

I was intrigued and stopped to listen to what he had to say. "Well, Tom, it sure sounds like you're busy with your job. I'm sure they pay you well but it's a shame you have to be away from home and your family so much. Hard to believe a young fellow should have to work sixty or seventy hours a week to make ends meet. Too bad you missed your daughter's dance recital."

He continued, "let me tell you something Tom, something that has helped me keep a good perspective on my own priorities."

And that's when he began to explain his theory of a "thousand marbles."

"You see, I sat down one day and did a little arithmetic. The average person lives about seventy-five years. I know, some live more and some live less, but on average, folks live about seventy-five years."

"Now then, I multiplied 75 times 52 and I came up with 3900 which is the number of Saturdays that the average person has in their entire lifetime. Now stick with me Tom, I'm getting to the important part."

"It took me until I was fifty-five years old to think about all this in any detail", he went on, "and by that time I had lived through over twenty-eight hundred Saturdays. I got to thinking that if I lived to be seventy-five, I only had about a thousand of them left to enjoy."

"So I went to a toy store and bought every single marble they had. I ended up having to visit three toy stores to round-up 1000 marbles. I took them home and put them inside of a large, clear plastic container right here in the shack next to my gear."

"Every Saturday since then, I have taken one marble out and thrown it away."

"I found that by watching the marbles diminish, I focused more on the really important things in life. There is nothing like watching your time here on this earth run out to help get your priorities straight."

"Now let me tell you one last thing before I sign-off with you and take my lovely wife out for breakfast. This morning, I took the very last marble out of the container. I figure if I make it until next Saturday then I have been given a little extra time. And the one thing we can all use is a little more time."

"It was nice to meet you Tom, I hope you spend more time with your family, and I hope to meet you again here on the band. 73 Old Man, this is K9NZQ, clear and going QRT, good morning!"

You could have heard a pin drop on the band when this fellow signed off. I guess he gave us all a lot to think about.

I had planned to work on the antenna that morning, and then I was going to meet up with a few hams to work on the next club newsletter.

Instead, I went upstairs and woke my wife up with a kiss. "C'mon honey, I'm taking you and the kids to breakfast."

"What brought this on?" she asked with a smile.

"Oh, nothing special, it's just been a long time since we spent a Saturday together with the kids. Hey, can we stop at a toy store while we're out? I need to buy some marbles."

Denis

A twice told tale of long ago....

Part 13 Jesus in Syria

Gentle reader,

We have been looking for some time at the 4 Gospels from the perspective of those 1st century believers. For it is my belief that one cannot truly understand what the authors were trying to impart until you try one their sandals.
We were discussing the early persecuted believers reading of Marks gospel and when they might have drawn from these words.

Jesus in the boat not only rebukes the sea and the winds but the disciples also using the harsh words (Greek deiloi) “cowards! Are you still without trust” We find that the disciples are constantly criticized by Jesus for their lack of trust (sound like someone you might know personally?). The kind of truse that He showed when He was sleeping without fear of the storm We need to understand this verse penned by the Apostle Paul to his spiritual son Timothy 2Ti 1:7 For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind.

On another occasion they fear for the crowds would starve in the desert for the lack of food (as if Jesus could not provide). They ask themselves “What manner of man is this that the winds and the sea obey him?” The disciples are confronted with the frightening prospect that God Himself is their fellow traveler toward Syria.
On His arrival in syria Jesus is confronted by a demoniac who saw Him from afar off. And they came over unto the other side of the sea, into the country of the Gadarenes. And when he was come out of the ship, immediately there met him out of the tombs a man with an unclean spirit, Who had his dwelling among the tombs; and no man could bind him, no, not with chains: Because that he had been often bound with fetters and chains, and the chains had been plucked asunder by him, and the fetters broken in pieces: neither could any man tame him. And always, night and day, he was in the mountains, and in the tombs, crying, and cutting himself with stones. But when he saw Jesus afar off, he ran and worshipped him, (Mar 5:1-6)
This man was in an “unclean” land of Gentiles, suffers every kind of ritual pollution. He lives an a graveyard, he is uncontrollable, he burst all the chains and challenges Jesus the minute Christ puts His foot on Gentile territory. “And cried with a loud voice, and said, What have I to do with thee, Jesus, thou Son of the most high God? I adjure thee by God, that thou torment me not”.
The Devil tries to fence with Jesus in this impure land, having failed in the desert. “For he said unto him, Come out of the man, thou unclean spirit. And he asked him, What is thy name? And he answered, saying, My name is Legion: for we are many. And he besought him much that he would not send them away out of the country. Now there was there nigh unto the mountains a great herd of swine feeding. And all the devils besought him, saying, Send us into the swine, that we may enter into them. And forthwith Jesus gave them leave. And the unclean spirits went out, and entered into the swine: and the herd ran violently down a steep place into the sea, (they were about two thousand;) and were choked in the sea”. (Mar 5:8-13) The fact that this is a foreign land is emphasized by the name that the demons give themselves. They call themselves “Legion” the title of a Roman military unit of thousands, not only that but the wild boar was the emblem of the Roman soldiers stationed in Palestine. Jesus has gone beyond the realm of the Temple and what he tells the man he freed is strikingly different than what he tells others that He has healed. Normally He tells any cured person not to relate what has happened , but with man who wants to return with Jesus to Judea, Christ orders him to stay in the Gentile area. “Howbeit Jesus suffered him not, but saith unto him, Go home to thy friends, and tell them how great things the Lord hath done for thee, and hath had compassion on thee” (Mar 5:19). He calls Himself The Lord and makes a beachhead in this territory. Nonetheless the people in this area beg him to leave. They do not want to be caught in this cosmic struggle- they do not believe Christ is acting on His own but must be of the Devil as He could not be the Messiah. This is what confronts the Markean community as they enter Syria. To be continued...