Two score and 3 years ago...

They say you are only as old as you act. I'm not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing... I turned 43-years old this past Monday, on August 3rd, or as the King James would say, two score and 3 years old! I still feel young in my mind but my body is feeling awfully old. My family has been really good to me this year. First, my aunt Barbara brought me a birthday cake and put it on the table of desserts at the Homecoming. My kids all made homemade birthday cards and decorated the house in my honor. My mother took me out to El Mezcal for lunch on Monday. My wife cooked my favorite meal of fried chicken, gravy biscuits, mac & cheese, and mashed potatoes, and she also fixed me an oreo/chocolate torte. I've been eating leftovers from that for the past 2 days. My sister, Jennifer, texted me to wish me happy birthday. Her and John and the kids are moving back to Winston-Salem from Arkansas. It will be good to have them closer. My brother, Josh, called me on the phone and wished me happy birthday. His birthday is also this month on August 9th. My uncle Jimmy's birthday was on August 4th, and my uncle Chester's is on the 8th of August. Several people, including my cousin Danny, has emailed me wishing me happy birthday. And, last but not least, my cousin Kim's birthday is the same day as mine, August 3rd. I tried to find an email address to email her happy birthday but I couldn't find one. I saw her last month at the family reunion though.

I'm still in between semesters at Seminary. I hope to start on Advanced New Testament next month. I was so glad that Charlie Lynch preached our Homecoming this past Sunday. He did a wonderful job, as usual. I reckon I would just as soon hear him preach as anybody I know. Church has not been going real smooth lately. We lost a couple of members recently and that has not set too well with me. It was something that could have been avoided. I hate to see anyone leave the church, especially over something that shouldn't have been an issue. Sometimes I have to wonder if the little bit that I try to do makes any difference? It would be nice sometimes to just be able to go to church, listen to the singing and preaching and go home without having to worry about all of the stuff going on in the background. You know, the way it was when I was a kid. But, I know that God didn't call me to be a bench warmer. It's all or nothing in my book. So, I'll keep on keeping on and pray for the best.