An Old Man Thinking for the First Time
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Form Chapter 8 – Post Baptism --- Post baptism then is staying the course. I choose to stay in the word, I choose to pray daily, I choose to and strive to be a better husband, father, grandfather, brother, uncle, friend, and neighbor. I choose to love the church, I choose to love those that are enemies of God, I choose to worship. An interesting reality as I write the word “choose” is that it is precise as an explanation for it is true that I “choose” but the “choosing” has no constraints, no chains, no guilt, no shame, etc. There is a liberty and a freedom to the “choosing”. As I write this paragraph I am at a coffee shop in north Phoenix, the doors are wide open and there are trees outside with birds chirping away. That noise sounds like freedom and glory. For reasons hard to explain that chirping, the trees, the budding flowers on the trees, the bright blue sky, I don’t take for granted anymore. Each day when I wake up I am a different kind of happy. I don’t think on the “happy” as “choosing” so in that sense “choose” is the wrong word. But just as the outside world seems so colorful and majestic and easy to interact with and enjoy; likewise to stay in the Word, pray, go to church, hob nob with the saints are likewise enjoyable. I suppose it is exactly as Jesus said when He said in Matthew 11:28-30, Come to Me, all you who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For My yoke is easy and My burden is light.” That last part, “My burden is light” best explains the “choosing” and the “happy” I am struggling to convey. His burden, my sins, nailed to the cross finally comprehended, makes my “choosing” and my “happy” feel like liberty and freedom and most certainly “light”.
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About the Book
A seed was dropped by a man that did not know he was sowing seeds. A certain seed sprouted a philosophy plant which was noticed by a passerby. The passerby, a lost soul, picked and consumed the plant which awakened a decade’s old and long forgotten planned quest. That quest was locked away in the mind of the lost soul in a closet of things once planned but long since forgotten. In that closet on a bookshelf was a book the lost soul had once thought to read, “The Holy Bible.” Covered in scarlet webs this book now stood out as a quest that must be taken. The lost soul removed the book from the forgotten things in the closet of his mind and moved it from the mind to his hands. The Book was consumed. The old man would start “thinking” differently. This “thinking” it seemed to the “old man” would be useless unless this “thinking” might be shared. No experience in writing, but nevertheless compelled to go fishing for men with words.
About the Author
Raised near Loveland Colorado, the author would follow his father into construction management. Settling in Phoenix Arizona, thirty years building, a few as an insurance adjuster, then more building. While building for a childhood friend in Loveland, in the 7th decade of the author’s life he would pick up a Bible. The author would see, acknowledge, and accept that the Man on the cross is, in fact, who He said He was. The foundation of the author’s world was rocked, that is to say, changed from sand to rock. Feeling time was wasted, the author set about fashioning a “tackle box” with perhaps new lures that might just land a lost soul into that lifeboat that is eternal, aka, Jesus the Rescuer.