And then I speak in churches with unusual potential among the young people—high school, college, young adults. I talk about knowing the facts of their faith (for instance, how they know the Bible is a reliable, God-inspired text), knowing the value of Spirit baptism to their lives by knowing what can happen as a result of having Christ within, knowing how to flow from discipleship into ministry through being matured, completed, perfected and equipped by ministerial mentoring, and how to keep confidence through personal devotional life and keeping their eyes, hearts and minds on Jesus Christ.
During this travel, I miss my family. I appreciate the people who have visited my aunt Ferne in her senior citizens’ center in Portland, OR. My father is visiting her soon.
Notice how special needs kids sometimes excel in an area—for instance, I know Downs Syndrome people who are outstandingly loving—more than 'normal' kids. Someone crushed by life—by say, a death of a loved one—one of these kids would best show love and unconditional acceptance. Seems abilities are just apportioned differently. Like Ralph Waldo Emerson said, a weed is just a plant for which we haven't yet found the purpose.
While traveling, I met a person whose last name is Chisholm. This is the original, correct form of my family name. He's spelling it accurately--the rest of us are illiterate.
'Now gather around, fellows, and listen to my tale
And I'll tell you of my troubles on the old Chisholm trail.
(This is how cowboy poets, who are basically illiterate, too, write poetry. It's about as difficult as:
'Deck the Halls with boughs of holly.
'Tis the season to be jolly.
which comes from a time when the audience was illiterate, didn't know the words, yet could thus participate in the song by simply having half the words be nonsense.)
People who think heavy repetition started with modern worship choruses are forgetting all of this, and also:
'Do, Lord, O do, Lord, O do remember me' (3)
Way beyond the blue....'
'When I see the blood' (3) I will pass, I will pass over you.'
By the way, just so you know the makers of some Hollywood films are apparently illiterate, too: they phonetically misspelled 'Chisholm' as 'Chism' in that movie starring John Wayne. Barbarians.
Idaho allows gun ownership but not if you're a drug abuser.
And if you're a drunken drug abuser who shows up at bars pointing guns at people, Idaho is the wrong place to do this. The local yokels can take you apart with their bare hands EVEN if you're armed. It's called Potato Power. Seriously, if your drink-and/or-drug-addled brain has any cells left, you might use them to consider the foolishness of waving around firearms in a state where people are familiar with them and where their physical condition to defend themselves is enhanced by recreations in hunting, fishing, camping, archery, outdoor sports. And even if you caused a casualty or two, could you escape from people also familiar with all-terrain vehicles, snowmobiles, jet skis, skiing and snowshoeing? Be careful what you do, man! This is a place where junior high girls hunt bears for fun! (This paragraph comes courtesy of a meth-head in Idaho who wandered into a bar, was warned by a man who’d had his foot hurt in a recreational accident, stumbled over the guy’s foot anyway. They had words, so the meth-head left, went home, returned with a rifle. The injured man flung in the meth-head’s face the contents of his beer, and that distraction was enough for the unarmed man to tackle the meth-head and bring him down, after which the rest of the bar’s people piled on him—he was badly beaten by the time the police arrived.)
Idaho has some good people: Ellis L Scism and C Haskell Yadon were both deacons at the Mission and Bible college run by Harry Morse in Oakland, CA. They were there at the same time in 1930-1932. Then CH Yadon graduated and moved into pastoring. Two years later, in 1934, Ellis Scism worked briefly with Haskell Yadon in Idaho before Ellis left to pastor in Washington state.
In my own ministry, I spoke at a church on Burning Bush Drive. Now I hope to speak at churches on Handwriting On The Wall Road, Transfiguration Boulevard, and Ascension Street, Mt Carmel Circle, Creation Lane, Great White Throne Court....
While returning to Mississippi state, I had the good fortune to enter in the NE part of the state and to leave in the SW part, meaning that I travelled most of the Natchez Trace. I had travelled all of it on a previous visit, and this time was able to add some other sights to my learning, such as Melrose Mansion and the Natchez Grand Village. I think I could lead people on a passable historic tour of this route and, without too much difficulty, could add Smoky National Park, Blue Ridge Parkway, Skyline Drive and Harpers Ferry to the total. This could without difficulty be augmented by New Orleans, Vicksburg, Shiloh, Chattanooga/Chikamauga and Atlanta battlefields, and followed by Civil War and Revolutionary War battlefields in the Carolinas and Virginia, ending at the Smithsonian in Washington. I think that tour would take all the time people would have--indeed, the Carolina and Virginia sights would have to be a separate trip. And when all of that was done, I could take people on a northern leg of the tour to NY, then beyond to New England, which is of course loaded with Colonial, Revolutionary and literary (think Emerson, Thoreau, Whitman, Alcott, Dickinson, Frost, and very many others) sights. I could do much the same thing in a considerable part of England, Scotland and Ireland, having visited many of the sites along the South Coast and London, and having a noticable gap in my experience in the Midlands, but then picking up more familiarity in Scotland and Ireland. All of this is tremendously fascinating, of course, and tying the history and literature together is incredibly rewarding.