Give Me That Mountain

Goodness Gracious…

Day one...

“Goodness gracious” is an expression I heard frequently as a child. I have no idea where it came from, but I suppose it was a less offensive way, for religious folks, of saying, “Oh, my God!”

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Day two...

Sherrel and I had a homeless man and his girlfriend in one of our classes some time ago. He was excited when he was hired (yes, some are paid) by the Salvation Army to ring a bell during the Christmas season. John happened to be ringing the bell at our local Sam's Club, at the same time we were doing some shopping. As we visited with him briefly, he pointed us out to the folks making donations by saying, “These people are good to me. They are good to me.”

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Day three...

God is so very patient with all of us. It seems we are hell‐bent on destroying each other—families, friends, neighbors, churches, people groups, nations. And yet we've never quite been able to get the job done. Why are we not all dead?

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Day four...

Whenever I was sick, Mom always took me into town to see Doctor Woods. I had some major flinching going on as his nurse dropped my drawers and swabbed my butt with alcohol. The needle she used was surely long enough to go clear through and come out the other side.

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Day five...

Before our class last Tuesday night, I noticed Ronnie was limping around. I hadn't seen him in a while and asked him what was going on. He told me that because he'd been favoring his big toe he had thrown his leg out of whack.

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