Two Wolves

One evening before the great fire in the center of camp a warrior turned grandfather sat
with his young grandson by his side. He spoke in a voice filled by many moons of life and
wisdom. "My son," he began, "there is a great battle that goes on inside of all men. It is
called the struggle of the two wolves that live in each of us."

"One is evil.....it is anger, envy, jealousy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt,
resentment, inferiority, false pride, lies and ego."

"What is the other grandfather?" the young boy asked.

"The other is good.....it is joy, peace. love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence,
truth, empathy, generosity, compassion, and faith."

The grandson thought for a moment and asked, "Which of the wolves wins this great
battle grandpa?"

The grandfather paused for a moment, putting his arm around the young boy and replied,
"The one we feed, my son."
Paraphrased By Preacher - Many Blessings To Your Wolf

In The Beginning!

My good friend John is on a personal sojourn through the annals of time and recorded history that provide him with insights concerning the origins of "Biblical Truths." Thus far his journey has taken him all over the globe. We have the opportunity in our technologically developed world to obtain more knowledge(printable)in an hour than one could have accumulated in a year at the turn of the 19th century. What does this do for us? Well, it can create a lot of confusion simply because THERE IS SO MUCH OUT HERE. I do not presume to have all the answers, but I've got a good handle on some of them. Considering the task I have begun with this blog, I would very much like to continue challenging my own abilities by extending an invitation to the reader. My alternate E-Mail is: prchth@yahoo.com; (Please place, "I Want To Know" in your subject line) Should you have questions and are actively seeking answers, also, let me know! Only God knows what can be accomplished through faith. In Christ's Love, Preacher.

Genesis An Impression 

Life's Circles Revisited

Kyra is my 4 year old grandaughter, but she is so much more. She is really a sweet little girl who talks to me as no child ever has. I guess when mine were growing up I didn't take enough time to listen. Even when the eldest grand(now 15)was this age I didn't have the time available that I do now. Kyra and I are buddies, sometimes co-conspirators in a plot to devour all of the world's cookies in a single night. We bake together, and snack together. We laugh and play and do some really silly things. We enjoy the same type of movies and especially cartoons, and we read books together. She went for her first mortorcycle ride this past fall. We had to wait until her feet would reach to sit up and her head fit the helmet. If nobody else is around we have chocolate chip cookies and a glass of milk for breakfast with a banana for desert. I guess one could say my heart has been taken by her beautiful smile and the wonderful ways God has blessed her life. I was told a short time ago by a fairly new parent that we really only have about eighteen summers with a child. I pray it is more, but logical thinking tells me it can't be. Like my own sons and daughters these grands(9 now)must all grow up and move on to their own lives in the world. So, I shall take what time I can get with her and cherish every moment of her summers, and the rest of the seasons. When the first grand came around I was in shock for about three days. I wondered, "Do I get a cane, or cut my hair? What does a grandparent do?" Now I know. One of the sweetest sounds I have ever heard comes from my flesh and blood grands, "Papa, I love you." What else can I say? In Christ's Love, Preacher.

This Is My Grand Daoughter Kyra  

Spring, The Nesting Season!

Nesting season is how I refer to this time of year at our house. My honey goes through weeks(sometimes months)of preparation for this event. I believe my mother and grand mother referred to this as "spring cleaning." That hormone driven, biological clock that beats beneath the breast of persons of the female persuasion has once again announced the arrival of that annual period of time. I feel in my innermost self that even state and local governments are contributors to the arrival of this event. City wide cleanings are scheduled so that old 'stuff' can be thrown out to make room for new 'stuff' soon to be found at garage, rummage and yard sales. One must listen carefully to discern the first feint rumblings of this approaching storm. The warning comes often as little comments missed by the male of the species. Such as, "I can't believe how dirty these drapes(blinds, window converings, shades)have gotten!" We hear it, but we really don't want to. And, as if it might work this year, we try to miss or dismiss the hints of impending upheaval. God has built into the feminine psyche this eternal time keeper that is more accurate that any atomic clock created by human endeavor. Closets that were once comfortably filled with things we could find, have regurgitated their entire contents into hallways only to be reassembled elsewhere to "save space." Shelves are examined by the female eye, which measures more accurately, I have discovered, than any device we have yet invented. Without the assistance of a micrometer, yard stick or tape, these measurements are taken and decisions are made based on that scale the feminine mind is equipped with at birth. If anyone knows how dust gets on the shelves under the boxes please let me know. I have been suffering ignorance in respect to this phenomenon for at least five decades. At present I would say that we are about halfway through this year's experience of "nesting." But this is only the first of the spring crazed, half aware, hormonally driven mind of my personal female counterpart. Next there will be another symptom of spring that will rear it's ugly head from the nether world of winter. Have you heard it as yet? Here it is(you're on the way home from picking up groceries together and you pass a parking lot with construction under way) "Oh, look honey! They're getting the garden center ready. Do you have the tiller and the lawnmower running yet?" Yes, it is time to build the nest outdoors, too. Native Americans had an out many years ago, they would mount their horses and ride off in search of the migrating buffalo herd. Cowboys have got it made, they have fences to ride and cattle to move. For the urban dweller(ie-me)there is no safe haven. Even within the confines of our workshops and personal sanctuaries that wonderful sound of nesting can be discerned, "Honey, can you help me? This will only take a minute." Which inevitably rouses me from the confines of my cave where I keep my Harley's and an assortment of tools for accomplishing the tasks associated with every season. A wise man once told me, "Never pass up a chance to be the hero!" So, off I go to be my honey's hero again. I love that part. God bless, Preacher.

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