Life As I Seize It

Since my return to Texas from Florida, I had been thinking that I don't fit in very well over at Stonewater - the church that I had been visiting for the past two or three months. For one, I am not a couple . . . I am a single . . . which in a church geared to families kind of leaves me at loose ends.  If you are a frequent reader then you know that I am quite content with my "singleness". Secondly, the "single" groups are broken into baby-boomers and non-boomers . . . and they have defined the baby-boomers as anyone 50+.  I have to be honest with you . . . I do not see myself as a baby-boomer, nor do I act or think like one.  I may be a Presbyterian Deacon, but I am certainly no old f*rt, and although I am 52  36 there is no way I am going to admit to being 52 !  I don't care HOW much of a savings I can get through AARP or at Kohls, I am NOT going to join or admit to being eligible to receive a discount! I would rather pay the full price and call it a d...

Okay, in one of my recent blog ravings, which by the way was started at 4:30 AM in the morning, God showed up and interrupted. When God interrupts . . . well, if you are a practicing Christian, you'll know what I mean. If not, well, there's no point in my explaining.  Just read on and enjoy God's joke on me . . . part 3. In the first two installments of this conversation, I was telling you about my narrow escape from the Baptists and how I found my way to Stonewater, a non-denominational church in the heart of Texas. At the first of November, I went to Stonewater's membership meeting because I wanted to understand what they, as a non-denominational church, were all about.  I had already determined that they were a biblically based church, which was my first requirement, but imagine my surprise when, during the membership "discovery" meeting, the pastor stated that they were all former Baptist ministers and the church was supported by the Southern Baptist...

Since my move across country from east to west, I have been wandering around like a lost sheep looking for my new flock. Those of you who have been "churched" will understand.  You find a church before finding a home because church is home and the committed Christian generally wants to live as close to it as possible since they'll likely be there practically every time the doors are open.   This is especially true if you are a Presbyterian.  We Presbyterians love to form committees and hold meetings.  I don't know why this is, but it is what it is, so just accept it and enjoy the snacks and Maxwell House coffee. Presbyterian women generally know how to cook although perhaps not as good as those Baptist women.  As a "Brit"living in the American South, and an extremely analytical person, I have concluded that the Baptists make better cooks because the Baptists surely do know how to fry up chicken, make biscuits, and those women make a mean gravy.  I ...