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Mincey’s Musings
Year Two, Week Four

My good friend Sharon MacDonald was a Type I diabetic. I did not know this until once I went to the movies with her. After we were seated, she began to act strangely. I didn’t quite know what to make of her unusual behavior. She retained enough presence of mind to ask me to go buy her some candy, and I did.

Makenna Nease

Makenna Nease is a Junior on our 2018/2019 Lady Patriots basketball team. Makenna started playing basketball twelve years ago when she was 4. At the time, she started playing just to simply give her something to do. However, it was not just a one year thing. Makenna has played ball ever since, except for last year.

Temple Worship

Matthew 12:6
“But I say unto you, That in this place is one greater than the temple.”

In Matthew 12, the Pharisees confront Jesus about His disciples plucking corn and eating it on the Sabbath day. They are accusing Jesus’ Disciples of violating the 4th commandment or sabbath law and because the disciples are Jesus’ servants, they are accusing Jesus of sin. Here is the 4th commandment from Exodus 20:

Kids Say (and Hear) the Darndest Things!

Mincey’s Musings
Year Two, Week Three

There are probably some older folks left who remember Art Linkletter. I barely remember him myself. According to Wikipedia:

Arthur Gordon Linkletter (born Arthur Gordon Kelly . . . or Gordon Arthur Kelley . . . (sources differ), July 17, 1912 – May 26, 2010) was a Canadian-born American radio and television personality. He was the host of House Party, which ran on CBS radio and television for 25 years, and People Are Funny, on NBC radio and TV for 19 years . . .

Be Still

I may be writing this for myself, because I am a bona fide Type A person. I’m always engaged in some activity, making lists to check off, mind constantly engaged in problem solving or accomplishing some goal… pretty much from the time I get up to the time I go to bed. And worthy things do get done for church, family, and job. But there is a potential cost to all this in the form of exhaustion and burn out, unless you take time and get away to a quiet place and be still for a little while.

It’s Dead Tim!

“Do you hear that mom? Who’s yelling?” Sara asked. She was about nine years old at that time. It was a Saturday morning and we were relaxing and playing one of her computer games.

I shrugged. “It’s probably just your daddy talking to one of the neighbors.” If you live on a farm and you see a neighbor outside, you have to yell if you want to talk to them.

Seconds later, Tim burst through the front door. “You all need to come outside a minute! I want to show you something.”

Groundhog: Soon to be Roadkill?

Golly, I hope not. That fat furry Feb two feller will soon be in the news. It is the only day he gets to shine. Atlanta's Col. Beauregard Lee is our weather forecaster around here. There is a feller up in Pennsylvania, but what does he know about the South? I will stick with our local boy.