Mellodrama

[th1b.taylor]

I am so tired of the people I love and the people I care for dying. Our niece's Husband, Rickey Gothard, stopped fighting his twenty-seven year battle with battle with Cancer of the throat at MD Anderson's Hospital yesterday and though he has not sounded like John
Denver for all these years and has not lead Worship Service in that long, I miss him.

I began watching my friends and relatives die, just over, just barely over fifty years ago, this past June and as much as I have enjoyed People Watching, I'm sick to death of it today. People always look at me with a look of dismay, particularly young Student Doctors when I tell them I want to go Home and I pray you forgive my salt but Damn it, I miss everyone.


There are not many here and for that matter, not many in the World that God counts worthy to suffer this misery but people such as Reba and Chopper understand the true uselessness of a large dose of melodrama and my fervent prayer for any of you kids, 60 or less years old, is to never be privileged to enjoy this misery, this, really, Old Person Malady.

To my knowledge, Ricky never enjoyed riding in the wind and my first thought, this morning, was the memory of Speedy's brand new 1100 Honda Rebel and me taking it to the corner of Aldine Mail-Route and Airline Drive. I swung wide into the Parking Lot and still over thirty miles per hour, I swung wide, into the opposing lane of traffic. To my surprise there was a young man in a C10 Chevy and his Radiator was about to make lunch out 0of me and the new Rebel.

I have lived the life our LORD has given to me but I miss my friends.

 

[reba]

Rest Ol th1b.taylor rest ,, you will be united once again .. You will be in the presence of your King.. He will tell you in spite of your salt 'Well done '

Soon and very soon
We are going to see the King
Soon and very soon
We are going to see the King
Soon and very soon
We are going to see the King
Hallelujah hallelujah
We're going to see the King

Verse 2
No more crying there
We are going to see the King
No more crying there
We are going to see the King
No more crying there
We are going to see the King
Hallelujah hallelujah
We're going to see the King

Verse 3
No more dying there
We are going to see the King
No more dying there
We are going to see the King
No more dying there
We are going to see the King
Hallelujah hallelujah
We're going to see the King

Misc 1
(BRIDGE)
Should there be any rivers we must cross
Should there be any mountains we must climb
God will supply all the strength that we need
Give us grace till we reach the other side
We have come from ev'ry nation
God knows each of us by name
Jesus took His blood and washed my sins
And He washed them all away
Yes there are some of us
Who have laid down our lives
But we all shall live again on the other side

 

[jasonc]

My aunt aged 98 was ready to pass as she said the same thing.

Rip Eleanor O'rourke.

 

[th1b.taylor]

My aunt aged 98 was ready to pass as she said the same thing.

Rip Eleanor O'rourke.

The weight of why me can be daunting. That number of Reba's says it all but at times it is tough to get excited, even though I know Rickey is with his dad, Jim, and all my other friends that were saved.

But these incidents serve as such a reminder of why we need to ignore the PC Crowd and to preach/teach all of the Gospel. The bulk of my friends are in Hell, awaiting the Great White Throne Judgement and Eternity in the Abyss.

I should celebrate Rickey's victory but there is so much failure and so many stupid rules that play, directly, into the hands of Satan.

 

[reba]

th1b.taylor our King is the victor he has won the battle His grace reaches to places we cant even fathom...

AND THEN I CRIED
"DEAR JESUS,
COME AND HEAL
MY BROKEN SPIRIT"
AND SOMEHOW JESUS
CAME AND BROUGHT
TO ME THE VICTORY

OH, VICTORY IN JESUS,
MY SAVIOUR FOREVER

 

[Mike S]

Not yet, Bill, not yet. We've only just begun to know you.



Precious Lord, take my hand,
Lead me on, help me stand,
I am tired, I am weak, I am worn;
Through the storm, through the night,
Lead me on to the light:

Take my hand, precious Lord,
Lead me home.

When my way grows drear,
Precious Lord, linger near,
And when my life is almost gone,
Hear my cry, hear my call,
Hold my hand lest I fall:

Take my hand, precious Lord,
Lead me home.

When the dark appears
And the night draws near,
And the day is past and gone,
At the river I'll stand,
Guide my feet, hold my hand:

Take my hand, precious Lord,
Lead me home.

Take my hand, precious Lord,
Lead me home.

 

[Wrg1405]

I am 48. There is one memory that sticks in my mind from 33 years ago.

I was sat in church and an old lady shuffled her way to the front.

Her name was Tilly. She stood up the front and started to talk.

Her words were along the following lines. "Hi my name is Tilly, I'm 90 years old, why am I'm here, what do I have to offer. My husband is with Jesus, my friends also. In fact I'm on my own. I wanted to go home, join them. I prayed one day and said God I'm old tired, I'm just feel like a an old car that needs to be scrapped, not useful."

God replied "Tilly even scrap metal can be used and recycled, it has a purpose and until I call you home you still have a purpose"

Tilly replied "Ok God if you will use a scrapped old person like me then I will trust you until you call me home"

You will be reunited with those that you miss and love and whilst you hanker after that relax in the knowledge that it will happen when God says "Time to come home fella, my good and faithful servant" Until that time try to enjoy the time that God has given you try to be like Tilly.

 

[th1b.taylor]

I am 48. There is one memory that sticks in my mind from 33 years ago.

I was sat in church and an old lady shuffled her way to the front.

Her name was Tilly. She stood up the front and started to talk.

Her words were along the following lines. "Hi my name is Tilly, I'm 90 years old, why am I'm here, what do I have to offer. My husband is with Jesus, my friends also. In fact I'm on my own. I wanted to go home, join them. I prayed one day and said God I'm old tired, I'm just feel like a an old car that needs to be scrapped, not useful."

God replied "Tilly even scrap metal can be used and recycled, it has a purpose and until I call you home you still have a purpose"

Tilly replied "Ok God if you will use a scrapped old person like me then I will trust you until you call me home"

You will be reunited with those that you miss and love and whilst you hanker after that relax in the knowledge that it will happen when God says "Time to come home fella, my good and faithful servant" Until that time try to enjoy the time that God has given you try to be like Tilly.

Thank you for the reminder of what I am certain of. And with Hymns and friends, I will persevere but even teachers have moments and already I am coming out of that hole.

 

[reba]

I can not put into words what this short thread has done to my spirit.. Yes you ya old man you have richly blessed me...

 

[th1b.taylor]

I can not put into words what this short thread has done to my spirit.. Yes you ya old man you have richly blessed me...

Are you talking to Chopper?

 

[reba]

 

[Douglas Summers]

I have lived the life our LORD has given to me but I miss my friends.

And what makes being here even worse, instead of home with the Lord is the increase in our corrupted government principles in which we have to live under, knowing it is a burden to our sole and not compatible with the Spirit. We are foreigners here and uncomfortable in this foreign land.