John Corson's Blog

WRITING & RANTING
for September 5, 2021

THE PEOPLE DID THEIR PART,
I DIDN'T DO MINE THAT WELL

Welcome to the Sunday "Church" Report.

Before we get to the news from Windsor Baptist, I want to tell you all about my afternoon and evening yesterday, for as I left off from yesterday's blog, I was down and somewhat in a state of despair over Reggie's condition. You may have thought that I was going to spend the afternoon digging a place to use as his grave. And the Lord knows how I hate to even think about that.

Well, I have this I want to pass on: Janice cooked some ground beef for Reggie last evening and when we gave him some he polished it off in a heartbeat. I gave him a second helping and, whoosh! He was on it like white on rice. He ate a very good supper.

Sometimes, getting him to eat is so taxing. There have been times I had as many as four different items in different bowls or plates on the floor for him. I sometimes get down in the floor to hand feed him and most of the time he would turn his head and walk away. Janice would do the same thing, talking to him, encouraging him to eat something as we rotate between the three or four items in those plates.

Anyway, Reggie had a good evening and he, Janice and I settled down to watch a couple of episodes of Cheers before I went upstairs to take a shower and Reggie came to lay in the floor of the bathroom while I shaved and showered.

Now, as for today. First off, the humidity is climbing. Let me just stop there for tomorrow it will be higher and I will have something to "bellyache" about. The is what my father called griping or complaining. We got up around a quarter to 8 this morning, Reggie went outside to do his usual routine and we noticed a gentle breeze but today it had shifted to the southeast, which means by end of day today it will be coming out of the southwest. That means in comes the warm, gulf air that brings the humidity.

Reggie ate more beef this morning. I didn't give him a lot but he ate it like a champ and them we left him as Janice and I took off for Church.

"What happened at church?" you ask with intense curiosity. Well, we had a good crowd, up significantly from last week, but lower than the second and third Sundays in August where we had the second and third highest attendance of the year. So, I am happy about that. All the workers were present, but we didn't get the service recorded today which was my fault. I forgot to go out and start the video for Facebook and YouTube! I didn't even catch it until five minutes after church service when I go over and turn off the recording. I noticed that the start button was up and ready to fire off. That can't happen unless it was never started to begin with. It should have said "Stop"! Darn it! That was the first fiasco.

The second came during the playing of the Prelude between the pianist and organist. They couldn't hear each other for some reason and the organist played on full consistent beat ahead of the pianist. Irie, our pianist, is usually the one that plays so fast that she gets ahead of the organist. But not this morning. Shirley, who plays for us on the first Sunday of the month, was pressing on like a freight train and she usually is the one in "drag" mode.

The third fiasco was barely noticeable, unless you are the one that causes it. Well, it turns out, that the brushes I use to play the drum with started to pull apart. I mean, the individual strands of brush which is made up of thin wire started slinging out of the brush handles. One strand hit Irie, the pianist. I had actually got so distracted that twice, I couldn't hit or missed a beat or two on one drum or another. It was as if I lost my place in the music and stopped playing for a second or two. And that happened twice!

While preaching, on three separate occasions, I got lost in my message and got tongue-tied on two of them. The few people I talked to after the service that I mentioned my being tongue tied said they really didn't notice it, but I think they were being kind. I noticed it and then began to wonder about the Tau proteins and beta plaques that are present in and around the amygdala in Alzheimer's patients. My dad had it. My sister had it, compounded with Parkinson's Disease. It's genetic! So will I or do I have the early stages of it? Yes, I even worry about things like that.

Despite the mishaps and the forgotten video start, it was a good day at Windsor Baptist. We had a number of folks staying out in their vehicles as we returned to offering parking lot broadcasting of the service. We also had the Lord's Supper as the first Sunday of the month is used traditionally for Communion. The offerings were double the budget requirements, which is almost always the case on the first Sunday of the month. The next three Sundays will be below the budget, but we will still come out ahead at the end of the month. This has been consistent with us since the Covid-19 outbreak started in March of 2020. We sent out a letter to the entire church membership about our concern over the ongoing of the church's operational needs that the "shutdown" was threatening and the church family as a whole came through. Many either mailed in their offerings, contributed online or came by and dropped them off and since we started that we have always had a good monthly receipt. We were 4 percent over budget for the last year and so far we are 4.5 percent over this year and we increased the budget by 3 percent due to increases in insurance and fuel oil for the heat.

The people, as a whole, have a few quirks. Individually some can pluck your nerves, a couple will pluck them a lot as they are not happy unless they are griping about something. But today, you could tell there was a contentness about the group that made it somewhat enjoyable, despite the hiccups.

After everyone left, Janice and I went to George's Steakhouse in Suffolk and sat with Bobby and Shirley Crocker again. We made Bobby a little upset when I grabbed both his and my check and paid for all four lunches. They are great folks and we love them to death. Bobby has always had quirks and every preacher up until I came have had trouble with him. He has a notorious streak among many in other churches around as being a "stick-in-the-mud" old line traditionalist who cannot be moved one inch. He has been a deacon since 1969 and has plucked the nerves of most of the pastors since. But he and I see eye-to-eye on about 75% of things and the other 25% we agree to disagree and let the chips fall where they may. They usually fall right in the middle and we both benefit and so does the church.

Now, having eaten a big lunch and penning these words over the last hour, it is time for me to take a nap. If I had this day to do over again, I would double check the video and make sure it is recording, replace the drum brushes, and pinched myself three or four times before preaching to make sure I was fully awake, especially mentally, so as to avoid the slurring of my words. I have made up my mind to do better next week.

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Blogging

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.