We Can’t Go On Like This!

What is happening to our young people? I have heard the study made that shows more drugs are taken by young people and young adults than ever before. And that American young people are taking drugs more than any other country! Why do they  do that? Could it be that we have ignored the teachings of the Bible to our kids? I think we have watered down what the Bible teaches far too much.

I’ve been writing a book about a twelve year old girl in the middle eighties. This has taken me much research and I have read that young people were open to talking about God and Jesus. The stories that Jesus told were the basis of their lives. Now, all they do is swear by God’s name. Yet drugs and alcohol were available even at that time and I suppose there were those who used them. After all, there are always a few rotten apples in the basket.

Now I’ll give you my theory: The generation of the late eighties taught their children the way to live. Christianity was alive and kicking then. The parents of the early nineties spent nearly all their time in Church with their kids and their kids really loved it. There they met their friends and it was playtime around the church! The study time was taken seriously too. I am a member of that time so I don’t need any research on that!

The parents of the next generation made the decision not to attend church as often as their parents. I was a Parish Worker, which is really a pastors assistant, remember that I had men of the church pick up children who wanted to go to Sunday School. I think I had three cars go every Sunday. The kids really wanted to go, but their parents wanted to sleep an extra hour or two. Anyhow, things broke down a bit during that time. Also, Sunday School was held before the worship service so the children went to the service with their parents.

Now, the Church’s message has been watered down in some of our Christian churches. It seems there’s not much to believe in. So, the parents stay home and many of the kids have gone to Independent churches. The rest wander around and often get into bad company. And that’s what makes the study. We, the modern parents are guilty and we seem, to get worse every generation, don’t we?

What do we do about it? I really don’t know. I watch parents play with their children. This was much like in the eighties but not like the other generations until today’s.  I think there is hope. We were told we must stand up for our country. Well I think we should stand up for Christianity now. It is constantly being persecuted. Many are killed. Yesterday, 45 Christians were killed while celebrating their Palm Sunday service in Egypt. Let’s be real Christians, teach our children too. And be proud that we are Christians! Maybe that will bring at least our Christian kids back to the fold.

Old Time Christmas

I hope you had a great Thanksgiving. Mine was fine. I wish we had taken more time to Thank God. Otherwise, I was so proud of my daughter.  She handled everything so nice. Even when two people and their baby came invited by my grandson who had forgotten to tell my daughter, she brought in another  table and placed it by our big table just as if she had planned it that way.

I will be writing my blog about Christmases from the earliest one I remember to the latest on the weeks before Christmas..We didn’t have electricity yet in my little northern Minnesota town. The church had a big tree every year and I waited eagerly for the candles to be lit. We had a pageant complete with Mary,Joseph, baby, shepherds, wisemen and angels. I was an angel. I thought I had never seen anything so beautiful as that lighted tree. I stared at it until the men used a tall basket to put the candles out.

We lived next door to the church. They called our house a parsonage because my dad was the pastor. We had a Christmas tree but not one like the church. We had no candles in the tree, but Mama  had two tall candle holders that she placed on each side of the tree. The next year Mama and Daddy told us to stay in the kitchen with the door closed. My brother, sister and I stayed as close to the door as we could. It seemed like a long time before we heard Daddy’s voice calling us to come in. Each of us tried to be first so we just tumbled over each other, but we finally made it and we stood, not talking at all, just looking at our tree covered with red, green, blue and yellow lights. We couldn’t believe it! Even though we had seen electricians drilling holes in our walls! I thought we must be very rich to have lights on our tree. We didn’t have electric lights in our house yet, just our oil lamps but Daddy talked to the electrician and he put one extension cord in our house just so his kids could be surprised by having lights on our tree!

I write most of all today about lights on the Christmas Tree, but our Christmas was more than that. A few days before Christmas Day a group of people came into our house dressed like scary folks. They came every year after that first year I remember and they called themselves Yul’e Boks. (I’m not sure I spelled that right). All I remember was how scared I was! I ran and somehow got under Mama’s dress. They brought a food basket which was full of good things to eat. I enjoyed them in other years but that was a tradition in our town. Of course we had Christmas programs in school and church but it was much more simple way back then. Everyone celebrated the birth of Jesus. I don’t  remember any talk about Santa Claus at all. Boy! how things have changed! One thing we did have was plenty of snow and we kids had fun making tunnels and snow people. Our moms made lots of things before Christmas, such as lefse, cookies, cakes and lots of bread things. I don’t know where the money came from. It must have been saved penny by penny until they had enough. But I remember Christmas as being fun and inspirational way back then.









Where Are You, Mr. Rain?

I feel sure that we, in the Pacific Northwest, don’t often pray for rain, but this year we have had quite a shortage of rain. My ferns are have trouble standing up  and I’m beginning to think yellow is the regular color of lawns and green lawns look strange.

However, I will tell you a story I read somewhere that made me sit up and take notice, The story was about a man whose name was Homi. He lived in Israel  quite a long time before Jesus was born. The prophets had all died and the people were living without God most of the time. It had not rained for a long time and people were worried, Homi was considered an odd fellow who still believed in God. He came into the town one day and said, “I will pray to our Father God for rain”.

He sat down in the dirt and started drawing circles around himself and said,”I will stay here in this circle until it rains.” and he started to pray.

The people were laughing and making fun of him but after awhile it began to rain. Everyone was dancing around and the kids were screeching and hollering around him. but Homi only prayed for more rain. The rain came hard and full. People were beginning to worry about flash flooding but Homi continued his prayer, “We need a softer rain. One that feels good on our skin and will soak into the ground.”

The rain changed to a steady soft shower and Homi got up from his circle of prayer and went home, but the people always remembered him and God too.

Perhaps we, too, should remember that all things are in his control and maybe we should begin praying, not only for rain but for everything. How about it?

I Solved The Abortion Problem!



I lost my two boys, one who lived about an hour but was a healthy looking boy of over seven pounds, and the other was born at eight months and I had carried him dead almost a month. I still remember their birthdays, one is coming up on August 8. My brother in – law was a carpenter and he had some mahogany boards in his shop so he made two little coffins. They were buried in the same cemetery  lot a year apart. My dad, who is a pastor, and my husband were the only ones at the burials. Later we bought and placed a little stone lamb on the site.

Now, granted, I didn’t have an abortion, but I didn’t see either of those boys when they were born, but I grieved them just the same. I believe those mothers who, for some reason or another, aborted their babies, grieved too, and wondered what their babies would become. I figured out a way, not only to end abortion but to give the mother a time to grieve. At the same time it would end that awful thing of selling the poor babies parts.

Here is my solution! I think, after the abortion, the mother should be given the baby to bury him or her the way she wants. Those who hope to make much money selling the baby’s parts would end, and the mother, after seeing the little box, would cry for awhile and would never have an abortion again! After all, the baby is hers and she should have the ownership of it.

My solution might seem a little extreme, but if every mother was given a little box where her baby lies, I think abortion would end. It certainly would end that new business of selling the babies parts! I suppose the solution would be considered too extreme in this day where right seems wrong and wrong seems right, huh?

A Visit To The Fourth

Did you have a good fourth of July? I did. I thought It would be a quiet one. One family was at Lake Tahoe, I was pretty sure another family was at a dog show somewhere and the other family lives at Rio Rancho, New Mexico so I was pretty sure they wouldn’t be here. And the weather was hot! So I put on my coolest clothes that still covered me up. I didn’t want my 80+ figure to show too much! I began to watch the Hallmark Christmas movies and expected that to be the exciting fourth of July!

My son, who lives with me said, “I’m going to grill some brats around five o’clock if it isn’t too hot out there.”

I thought that was fine, but in late afternoon my dog show family turned up and in early evening we had a full fledged barbecue in our back yard. They had brought chicken to grill and potato salad plus quit a few pieces of firework for later.My son make a great salad and we had the brats and buns and drinks.

After the barbecue we sat around my pond and talked. That was nice because they are always at dog shows with their three dogs whenever my daughter isn’t at work and my two grandchildren aren’t at school so I don’t get to see them as often as I would like. When it got dark enough we all headed for a safe place to set off our fireworks. I hadn’t monkeyed around with them since one of those “snakes,”I think they call them, took a run after me and hit me right between my legs! The crotch of both my slacks and my panties were burned, to say nothing about my skin! But I was game to try it again.

There is nothing so beautiful as watching my grandchild running and jumping with sparklers in hand! Her eyes were sparkling as much as the sparklers. My daughter said I looked as happy as a child. In fact, she told her daughter to take my picture. I really enjoyed the beautiful lights she put into the sky. It was almost 11 o’clock when it was time to clean up the mess we had made.

We broke up our party around midnight and, although I was very tired, I thought it was the best fourth of July ever. Now is the time we must save our country. Let’s all wake up and work together on bringing back the country we once had. The freedoms we once enjoyed are quickly disappearing, Maybe our fourth of July or even Christmas will soon be illegal. Wouldn’t that be terrible?

I Am Thankful. I Can See!

I went outdoors early this morning, It was clear and bright, The evergreen trees around my home seemed to be smiling, their green appeared so green and as if they had just been washed. The sun was sprinkling little shadows between the evergreen branches. And the sky…Oh. it was such a pretty blue! First, I thought about the people in the south states where they may have lost their homes and everything in it because of the terrible tornados they have recently experienced. All they could see was devastation and ruin. Then I thought of the thousands of Christians who have lost their lives by Isis using their talents of beheading, or burning them alive because the people wouldn’t give up their faith.

And then I thought of my grandma. She could see nothing at all!  She was totally blind and could not see the beautiful morning I had just experienced.  She always listened to Ma Perkins, a soap opera, and the Grand Forks Chiefs, a home town baseball team, Her feet would move back and forth when either of them got excited, but her feet would be still when she was praying. She prayed for everything but I knew she prayed for me.

The thousands of Christians are seeing much more now. They are seeing Jesus. But somehow we must stop the killing! I don’t know what we can do except pray. But this we must do. And we must help by giving to our favorite charity who is bringing food and shelter to those flood victims. My grandma is seeing better these days and she is seeing Jesus too.

I guess we, in the northwest should be very thankful and we should pray for those less fortunate then us.







Webster says a fence is  a structure of rails, stakes, strong wire or wood erected as an enclosure, barrier or boundary. also to ward off, keep away. My fence has nothing to do with any of those things except wood. It surely won’t keep anyone out!

Last year I told you about the severe cutting of trees north of my home.The contractor of several homes plans to build his home and two others also “north of my home.” I also told you about the pond I built also  “north of my home.” The pond is right out there, kind of in the middle and “north of my home.” It is not the cozy place I pictured when I built it.

Yesterday was my birthday. my daughter and her husband came with their car loaded with wood. They said “We are here to build you a fence for your birthday.” And build it they did! They made a cozy little place beside my pond. Now this fece isn’t to ward off or keep away anything. It just keeps me from seeing the houses down the hill from me.

I am very happy and appreciative of my daughter and her husband and can’t wait until I fix the area real pretty for summer. I can’t do that because I am recovering from a concussion. Nuts, anyway!

By the way, my fence is just 16 feet long and 6 feet high and isn’t at all a structure of rails, stakes, string of strong wire erected as a barrier or boundary, but it is a cozy place to sit and relax. You are invited to sit along with me!