John Corson's Blog

for September 14, 2021


Yesterday I titled my blog "The Doctor and the Deacons" and today I should title this one "The Dermatologist and the Demands of the Day" Well, maybe not so much demands as the return to duty. The duty is the Tuesday Afternoon Bible Study.

Let me start with the Dermatologist. Larry Legum has been my doctor of that field for about eight years now. I had removed one basal cell cancer from the side of my head about six years ago and has frozen, oh, probably 13 to 14 spots since I first started seeing him. It is good that I see him every once in a while as my dad had a total of either 21, 22 or 23 pre-cancerous and cancerous cells removed from his face, neck and upper back and has had over 40 spots looked at and frozen before, during and after these removals. I inherited my dad's Scandinavian-type derma which mean I have fair skin and susceptible to skin cancer brought on by over-exposure to the sun. It was Dr. Legum who recommended that if I stay out in the sun on the beach for more than TEN minutes that I needed to wear a bright shirt, hat and use 75 or higher spf sunscreen. I am that fair-skinned.

Dr. Legum froze five places on my back and one at the base of my neck and told me only one would have concerned him, but he froze the other spots since they were crusty and made me itch.

Dr. Legum is a very good, descent and caring man. He has been in practice for 50 years and was supposed to have retired this past Spring. Covid and the death of his wife last January due to Covid stopped him from doing that as he realized that he would not have his companion, friend and wife alongside of him for his after-retirement life. He would be home alone. So he is staying in practice for the time being, but he has cut back from 5 to 4 days. I truly like that man. He has white hair around his head, and nothing on top. He always dresses with bright colors and wears a bow tie - not one of those that are pre-tied you buy in a store, but one you have to tie yourself. He had one a checked-striped shirt with various colors, a mauve colored pair of slacks and a matching bow tie. That guy really looks sharp.

I had the opportunity to express my sorrow at the death of his wife and to listen to his still-present grief as he said he was looking forward to spending time with her. He really doesn't know if he should sell his practice and work with what would be the new owners or to keep what he has for a couple or more years. As I listened I said: "I have two quick questions to maybe help you to answer your dilemma, one Do your patients need you?"

"Yes," he said.

"Do you need your patients?"

To that he answered "Yes. Very much."

"Then maybe you should be where it is certain you and us can have both. And maybe that is with you still owning and running the place."

It was a very good thirty minutes I spent in a doctor's office today and, just like yesterday, it was time that produced not only answers to medical questions, but good fellowship and friendship. It is weird that these are two doctors I call by their first names. I use only "Doctor" in the title when I am around his staff or co-workers. The next "doctor" I see will be my Dentist who is retiring at the end of this month. I call her Peggy (her first name) too as she has spoken at my church for a missions emphasis program and we became close. We had her and her husband out to eat after the church function and it was at a time that I was looking for a new dentist. She was taking new patients, but doggone it, three and a half years later, she is retiring. My first Cardiologist invited me to call him by his first name too, but I really didn't know him and even though he worked with Janice and she was working in the Emergency Room, I settled for calling him "Doctor Ron." That was a good compromise.

After seeing Dr. Legum (Larry), I came home, fed Reggie his breakfast, took him out to relieve himself and then went to church for my usually Tuesday Office Hours. I was late due to the early doctor visit and a swing back by the house (I also had to stop by the bank and make a deposit). So I got to church, worked on the sermon slides for the worship services power point and answered a couple of phone calls before finishing up my studying for the return of our Tuesday Bible Study. We usually cancel the studies for the summer months and I waited an extra week in September before resuming so today was it.

We had seven to attend (we usually run between 8 and 14), but I know one forgot, one was out of town, one is in rehab as a result of a broken wrist and pelvic bone, her husband was with here, and I don't know about the others. Besides, for the next few weeks we don't have access to our fellowship hall where we usually meet and have desserts and/or a lite lunch and sodas. I am sure that when the fellowship hall/new kitchen and bathrooms are in place and we are allowed to meet there, the attendances will go back up for sure.

As for the study itself, the lesson was taken from I John 1:5 through 2:2. When I do a sermon or, in this case, prepare and present a lesson from I John, I always harken back to my second year Greek class in College and my professor's lessons which came from that New Testament book. You see, the Apostle John wrote using simple grammar, widely used terms and phraseology for that time in history and his Greek is easy to translate and interpret. That is true for both his Gospel and the three letters attributed to him and known as I, II and III John. First year Greek was devoted to learning the grammar and vocabulary. When the year was over, we knew over a eight hundred Greek words, in fact, every word that was used ten or more times in the New Testament. The lesser used words were saved for second and third year. But James Evans, our Greek professor, made second year Greek more of a year of learning interpretation or "exegesis" while expanding the vocabulary, instead of just translating like most other Bible Colleges and Seminaries do. He gave us the tools, grammars, etc. to learn how to better translate on our own. His concern was that we use the Greek text to correctly interpret what is going on and thereby get a better grasp of what the writers were saying. He would tell us: "It matters more that you know what the text says, not what it means." In other words, hermeneutics first, applying it to today's situations last.

Today's lesson and the next five, are from I John and studying for it, then presenting it, makes me harken back to the good days of old. For my Greek professor was a brilliant and congenial man, one of humble means and practical ways. I remember the day before an exam we would go over some major rules and syntax with a reminder that "this could be on the text. Or, it may not" and then he would have this brief, but hallow laugh that made us laugh all the while being scared out of our wits about the exam. One time he told us not to worry that his little dog passed the exam. After a few seconds of silence someone asked "How is that?" Jim said, "Well, it put the exam down on the floor in front of him and he just passed on by it." Then came that laugh. And then we laughed and still started to cringe in fear for the next day's attempt at the test.

I love to go over the Greek text of I John. Not for just the memories from 45 years ago, but for the eventual "brushing up" on my translation abilities, the simple review of Greek grammar and the fact that those simple five chapters that comprise I John are full of Christian doctrine, simple truths and wondrous illustrations about just how wonderful Jesus Christ is.

So, in short, today's Bible Study was a wondrous experience and the participation was good considering we have been on hiatus for nearly three months. I look forward to next week's lesson.

I got home around 4 PM, had a great supper of meatloaf, fried apples and mac and cheese and am now penning, or rather finishing up, with this rant. Tomorrow is another day. Since I am not going in to the church, I may get myself stirred up and write about my contempt and loathing of all things Democrat.

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Blogs are about the blogger. It's as if he or she merely toots their own horns about the things they do, say and love.

My life is boring. I read, I watch Glenn Beck and Mark Levin. I listen to Andrew Wilkow. I engage in some conversation with those who are willing to listen (they being masochistic and enjoy killing themselves with my banter).

I plan on just laying out the things that bother me and the things I love. Nothing in-between. I hope you find whatever I put here amusing.