Rev. Aubrey ‘Rocky’ Parks Contributing Columnist
August 22, 2013
Where Angels Walk
Question: How do you know when your time on earth is over? Answer: If you’re breathing, it isn’t.
My dear readers, I’m not sure where I heard the above query, but it makes sense. There is always a job to do in the kingdom, even if it is simply to be the object of someone’s love. My friend puts it another way.
“About four years ago, I went on a cruise to Alaska,” she says. “We were on our way home to Louisiana, but when I reached San Jose, I felt my front passenger wheel acting oddly. I immediately pulled off to the side, called AAA and reported a flat tire on the truck’s front side.”
Soon a policeman came down the freeway and pulled over next to my friend.
“It’s okay, officer,” my friend leaned out her window. “I called AAA about my flat. They’re be here soon.”
The officer was looking at my friend’s front wheel.
“Miss, you don’t have a flat,” he said, his face pale. “You’re missing a wheel.”
My friend couldn’t imagine what he meant, and so she got out and looked at the truck front. There was no wheel there.
“The wheel drum, brake line, the tire and wheel”…everything that had once been there was gone,” says my friend. “I had to have been going at least fifty miles an hour but no one around me was hurt.”
My friend told me that knows that God is always protecting her, and perhaps angels were holding up the truck so it didn’t flip. But the near-miss made her aware of something even more special:
“Guess I still have His work to do,” she says.
Don’t we all?
Dressing A Child
A Texas teacher was helping one of her kindergarten students put on his cowboy boots. He asked for help and she could see why. Even with her pulling and him pushing, the little boots still didn’t want to go on. By the time they got the second boot on, she had worked up a glow. She almost cried when the little boy said, “Teacher, they’re on the wrong feet.”
Sure enough, they were. It wasn’t any easier pulling the boots off than it was putting them on. She managed to keep her cool as together they worked to get the boots back on, this time on the correct feet. He then announced, “These aren’t my boots.” She bit her tongue rather than get right in his face and scream, “Why didn’t you say so,” like she wanted to.
Once again, she struggled to help him pull the ill-fitting boots off his little feet. No sooner had they gotten the boots off when he said, “They’re my brother’s boots. My Mom made me wear ‘em.” Now she didn’t know if she should laugh or cry. But, she mustered up what grace and courage she had left to wrestle the boots onto his feet again.
Helping him with his coat, she asked, “Now, where are your mittens?”
He said, “I stuffed ‘em in the toes of my boots so’s I wouldn’t lose ‘em.”
She will be eligible for parole in three years.
My computer crashed last week, but I do not want to miss letting you know of anniversary celebrations.
Last week Andy and Christie Farr celebrated their wedding anniversary on Tuesday, Aug. 20; Vic and Julie Elliott on Friday, Aug. 23. Anzie and I are celebrating our 13th wedding anniversary on Sunday, Aug. 25. Happy Anniversary, Honey!
To all of these wonderful people, let’s wish them a Happy Anniversary!
Following are birthdays for last week and this week because my computer crashed
A special Happy Birthday goes out to Betty Medford, celebrating her birthday on Saturday, Aug. 17; Philip Lemons (a dear friend) and Terry Hollingsworth on Sunday, Aug. 18; Tony Gregory, Bernice Lawson, Andy Farr, and Coby Hogan on Tuesday, Aug. 20. Wow! August 20 must be a popular day on which to be born, right?
For the week beginning August 22, the birthdays are Lydia Smith on Thursday, Aug. 22; Barbara Lande and Tyler Raines on Friday, Aug. 23; Justin Burton and David Goins on Sunday, Aug. 25; David Henderson and Walker Smith on Monday, Aug. 26; Josh Sullivan on Tuesday, Aug. 27; Leigh Treadway on Wednesday, Aug. 28.
My dearest Happy Birthday to each of these special folks.
At the family reunion my grandparents were reminiscing.
My grandfather remarked, “I wonder what ever happened to the old-fashioned girls who fainted when a man kissed them.”
Grandmother gave him a withering look, “What I’d like to know is what happened to the old-fashioned men who could make them faint!”
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