Today, four of the JBC staff went chinook salmon fishing on the Colombia River. We had a great time and did really good fishing as well. It is 9:00 pm and I am sitting in my recliner feeling really good right now. You ever have those times when you are just feeling up, happy, even a bit giddy for no apparent reason, that is me this evening. Actually I know the reason, I got to go fishing with friends. I am incredibly blessed in that no matter how bad things are going, no matter how down, depressed, sad, cranky, or burnt out I may be feeling, a fishing trip will take it all away. A lot of people enjoy fishing, but for me it is much more than simply enjoying, it fills my emotional gas tank right to the top. The only thing more effective is time with my family doing most anything.

Today when I got home from fishing I went out and picked apples. We have a bunch of apple trees with lots of apples, so it was a chore. My granddaughter Shayla came out and helped me and we got a lot picked. All the while we were picking I was thinking what a nice girl my granddaughter is, and I prayed for her and her future all the while we picked. Wow, that on top of fishing, no wonder I am feeling so good!

I get down, depressed, burnt out, weary, and discouraged like everybody else but unlike many, I don’t stay there long because I know how to fix it. I can go fishing, work on my mustang, pick apples with my granddaughter, go out to dinner with Patty, read my Bible, spend time in prayer, take a nap, watch Monday Night Football with friends, have a bunch of our kids and grandkids over for a salmon barbecue, or a dozen other activities that renew me and fill me with joy.

I have a blessed life and it is only going to get better right up to the moment I step into glory and get my new glorified body.

Patty hasn’t read my yesterdays blog so she doesn’t realize that I have made her famous, everybody was on her side and nobody was on mine. We do have a problem with this mice killing thing though. She doesn’t like the traps that you have to set because she is afraid she is going to snap it on her finger, and the little sticky pad traps only work if she can find them after the mouse has died, because if he is still squirming around and squealing trying to get free she gets sick.

I guess the manly thing to do is get some shot shells for my 10-22 and shoot them when I see them run across the room. It would be easier and quicker with a pistol but I don’t own a pistol, but I think this is a good excuse to buy one. The shot shells for a 357 instead of a 22 would make it much easier to hit those running mice. Or better yet, I could buy a “Judge” and shoot them with a .410 shotgun shell. I would use number 8 shot so I wouldn’t put a hole in the floor. Yikes, I bet that .357 or the Judge is going to be really loud in our bedroom. I wonder if it is going to wake Patty up?!

I guess the intelligent thing is to buy a dozen traps and pretend that I am Jim Bridger the early trapper/ explorer. I might even try to skin a couple and see if I can tan their hides. A mice skin coat might look really nice on Patty.

Tomorrow I will get back to writing more spiritual stuff, though I am going salmon fishing tomorrow on the Colombia river so I might have to write about the big one.

When I am sitting in my chair in the evenings reading I will see mice run across our bedroom. They go from the cupboard to under the bed and then into our closet or under Patty’s recliner or under mine, and then back again. I drop so much popcorn that my recliner is the hot spot. They are just little things. It doesn’t bother me much, we had lots of mice on the dairy. I don’t think they would ever climb in bed with us, or bite us, and I have never heard of mice carrying disease. We have a pet dog, and people have pet cats so we have a bunch of pet mice, cool!

Patty isn’t as cool about it as I am. She buying dozens of traps and putting them out everyplace she sees mouse poop. I think she thinks that we are going to get Ebola from those cute, little fuzzy critters.

I used to know a guy that had a pet rat who rode on his shoulder all day. The rat would go down and hang out and sleep in his breast pocket part of the time, but for most of the day he was perched on his shoulder freaking people out who saw him. The rat never bit him, and I never heard of him getting any weird rat disease.

I wonder why Patty is ok with our dog Roscoe sleeping on our bed, but the thought of a little bitty mouse scurrying across our bed sends shivers down her spine. On Cinderella mice were fine. I wouldn’t eat a mouse, but then I wouldn’t a dog either.

I wonder how values like that get established in cultures, I say cultures because I am sure many more people are in Patty’s camp on mice than mine. I tried to think up some Biblical lesson or parallel to mice, or to this situation, but for the life of me, I couldn’t.

Jefferson Baptist Church started on October 7th, 1973, 50 years ago. Patty and I were at that first service with about a dozen people. We met in the Conser house on Main St in Jefferson. We met there for a couple of months and then we moved to the grade school gym. Actually we met on the stage in the grade school gym, and in 1977 we had enough people and moved down to the gym floor. We continued to meet in the gym until 1979 when we moved into our very own facility that we built with all donated labor. All of our buildings were built with cash from special offerings that we took once each year the first Sunday in June, and all of them have also been built with donated labor from people in our church, so all of our buildings have taken ten years to build. As soon as we moved into our first chapel we started building on our multipurpose building with a gymnasium. We moved into it in 1989 and held our worship services in the gym using stacking chairs. We then started building on our present sanctuary and moved into it in 1999. In 2009 we poured our present concrete parking lot for 150 cars, and in 2015 we finished our two story Discipleship Center. Now we are in the process of pouring concrete for parking for another 100 cars.

It has been an enjoyable 50 years watching God work in and through so many different people in JBC over the years. We are going to have a big anniversary party during all three of the services October 7th and 8th. We will see slides and videos of the old days and have testimonies by the old people who haven’t yet died who were around back then. Back when we met in the gym Patty and I led worship for our services. Our singing wasn’t very good but that was all we had. Patty played the guitar and I held big pieces of poster paper with the words written on it. So we are going to lead singing for a couple of songs with the words written on big poster paper and Patty playing the guitar. I have been thinking about getting recorded music of the songs and lip synching, maybe use some songs by Johnny Cash!

You all are invited to our 50th anniversary party.

I decided on last years 2000 mile bicycle trip from Canada to Mexico on the Pacific coast that I wasn’t going to do anymore long bicycle trips. I came to that conclusion because it had gotten so hard for me to do, that it was to much work, it wasn’t fun anymore, and I was just to old. But I have decided that I am going to do another trip. My health is better, I have more energy, and my head is thinking better.

This is going to be a trip to Utah one way and back home another way. I will plan the route so that we go through many of the parks in Utah such as Bryce Canyon and Zion Canyon. The trip will be without a support vehicle, we will carry everything we need on our bikes in front and rear panniers, waterproof saddlebags. I can carry about 70 lbs on my bike with two 15 pound bags in the front and two 20 pounders in the back. The reason is that having a vehicle more than doubles the cost of the trip with gas and extra fees at campgrounds. The first long distance trip that I did with John Smith across the northern tier of the United States that ended in Portland, Maine in 2014, was unsupported, and it was one of my favorite trips that I have done.

An unsupported trip certainly adds an additional level of risk if there are breakdowns and other problems that would be much easier solved with a vehicle. But that extra level of risk also adds to the adventure and excitement.

I will be 75 years old, and my brother Cliff who is going with me is 74 years old, but Kathy, Cliff’s wife, who is also going with us is less than 70 years old, so she can ride ahead and get help if we run into a problem.

If anyone is getting bored with life and wants an adventure, you are welcome to come along, especially if you are a young dude or dudette who could help take care of us old guys!

I haven’t written a blog on the topic of bitterness for a few years, which is surprising because I see so much of it in the world, inside the church and outside, and I see all the damage it does, especially in families.

A man and a woman get married, buy a house, have children, raise them, take them to school, watch their volleyball games, take them to Disneyland, buy them shoes, help them pay for college, pay for weddings, and then something happens and no one speaks to each other ever again. It is incredibly sad, but it happens a lot. I have come to the conclusion after nearly 50 years pastoring that bitterness is the number one problem in the church and in our society.

Colossians 3:12-13 So, as those who have been chosen of God, holy and beloved, put on a heart of compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience; bearing with one another, and forgiving each other, whoever has a complaint against anyone; just as the Lord forgave you, so also should you.

That is a pretty clear command from God, “forgiving each other whoever has a complaint against anyone.” I point out to people periodically that they are living in bitterness and that they need to forgive the person that they are tied up in knots over if they want God’s blessing in their life. That rarely goes well, you would think that I was asking them to forgive the devil himself. It is amazing how bitterness blinds people to the seriousness of what they are feeling, thinking, and doing, and how easily they justify what God has clearly condemned.

Matthew 6:14-15 For if you forgive others for their transgressions, your heavenly Father will also forgive you. But if you do not forgive others, then your Father will not forgive your transgressions.

The consequences of failing to forgive anybody and everybody of anything and everything are huge. How can we function without God’s continual forgiveness of our sins and mess ups? To forgive someone doesn’t mean that I condone what they did, but it does mean that I get rid of the resentment and anger that swirls around in my head for days, weeks, and months.

People often say to me, “well, you might forgive them, but you never forget!” All it takes for me to forget is every time my mind goes into resentment mode replaying the mean, awful, disgusting, despicable, selfish, inconsiderate, hurtful thing they did to me I set my mind on the verses above, reciting them, thinking about them, and meditating on them. It is amazing how powerful God’s Word is to heal us from the inside out, that is, if we want to be healed.

We have a thriving “Seniors Ministry” at JBC. They have a Bible study on Tuesdays and a “Friend Day” on Wednesdays from 2:00 to 4:00 p.m. I have never gotten involved, mostly because I am so busy with ministry and fishing. But I went today and had a great time. It started out with a mini-concert and then went to discussions at each table on a preassigned topic. The topic today was “What in your past do you regret.” I thought most would be reluctant to share, but we had a great time sharing at the table I was at. Then many played “Bingo” and the rest visited with each other. There were lots of snacks and coffee. Tomorrow there are about 20 from the group going to the coast together in two 12-passenger vans. I had a very good time, and look forward to going again.

Seniors, as a whole, are great people to fellowship with. Even though a few have memory problems and some senility, most are sharp and have wisdom accumulated from years of living. Also most through years of dealing with cranky people have developed a strong character of graciousness, patience, and kindness.

One of the strong emphases in the Bible is to honor people and one of the key groups is seniors. When our kids were young we would visit some relatives in “Rest Homes” and they all learned how to honor seniors by listening attentively when they talked, smiling, and being gracious and kind to them. If we were starting over raising our kids I would do more of that, not because they don’t do well at that now, but just because I see the huge blessing it is for everyone when we honor the aged.

I have never been overly concerned about my appearance, in the sense of being handsome or homely, as a kid or an adult. I have never thought of myself as being good-looking or ugly. But I did have a terrible acne problem when I was in High School and would spend hours in front of the mirror playing “search and destroy,” covering the mirror with white goop and then using my Neutrogena cover-up to try and look normal before I went to school. One of my friends in High School started calling me “Dee Zit Duke,” lovely friend, huh?

Now, I do spend some time trimming my beard so it looks nice. I go to the barber regularly to get a haircut. When he asks me how I want my hair cut, I tell him, “just make me look pretty.” I polish my boots when they start looking dull, and I try to wear a tee shirt that isn’t all frayed at the neck if it shows above my shirt. I brush my teeth every day gargle with mouth freshener, and change my underwear every day.

When I got my new glasses a couple of years ago they looked just like the pair I had before them and the pair before them and the pair before them. I picked frames that were on the small side with thin rims on the top and no rims on the bottom so they were as inconspicuous as possible. When I got my last glasses they said that I got a second set of lenses free but that I had to pay for the frames. I said, “Just give me the cheapest frames that you have.” My intent was to wear them when I worked in the shop so I didn’t scratch my regular glasses, but I never did because I always forgot. So they ended up in my junk drawer where I put stuff that got left in my pockets during the day. Last week the little screw that holds my glasses frame together fell out and one of my lenses fell out. I tried to superglue it all back together and got super glue all over the lens. So, I dug around in my drawer and found my extra pair of glasses. When I saw them, I thought, “These are the ugliest glasses I have ever seen! Way oversized, with big, black frames. I didn’t have much choice, wear them or be blind.

I have been wearing them for several days now and I have had dozens of people say, “nice glasses, makes you look handsome.” Really! OK, I guess these are my new glasses, I like looking handsome!

Because of Television and movies and all that goes with it our culture idolizes attractiveness and physical appearance. It has infected our schools, workplaces and even our churches. As I get older my hair falls out, my belly gets big, my skin sags, my ears get bigger, and I get these brown spots.

But one of the cool things about getting older is that how handsome I am doesn’t matter much anymore. Patty tells me that I am a “handsome dog,” and I am happy with that.

Proverbs 8:10-11
“Take my instruction and not silver,
And knowledge rather than choicest gold.
“For wisdom is better than jewels;
And all desirable things cannot compare with her.

Proverbs 8:17
“I love those who love me;
And those who diligently seek me will find me.

Proverbs 8:19
“My fruit is better than gold, even pure gold,
And my yield better than choicest silver.

Proverbs 8:33-35
“Heed instruction and be wise,
And do not neglect it.
“Blessed is the man who listens to me,
Watching daily at my gates,
Waiting at my doorposts.
“For he who finds me finds life
And obtains favor from the Lord.

Every morning in my prayer to God, among other things I always ask for wisdom. God gives wisdom to those who humbly ask for it and seek for it diligently.

Asking other people for advice and for wisdom is very pleasing to the Lord. He loves humility and always rewards it. The problem that old guys like me have is that they are to proud to ask guys younger than they are so that leaves a very small group of people to seek advice from. I have made a goal to ask advice and counsel from at least three different people every week. First I have to think about what I need advice on. There are about a dozen different areas in my life that I am struggling with a bit trying to figure out exactly what to do. Then I need to think of the people that I know who have knowledge and experience in the areas that I need wisdom on. It is often difficult to get an audience with different people because of conflicting schedules. I sometimes take guys out for lunch, other times I am able to catch them in the foyer, but most often my most successful approach is to write, email, or text them. Only about half the time do I get a response in writing so I usually send six notes to six different people so that I get three responses. I usually learn something from every person who gives me advice or counsel.

Some people might think that setting a goal to ask people advice is silly, but if I don’t I seldom ask anybody about anything, and Proverbs says that person is a fool. So I would rather be thought silly than God labeling me as a fool.

Most of the Jewish holidays are in remembrance of an event, an anniversary celebration of what God did in the past. The reason is so that the Jewish people wouldn’t forget what God had done for them. Each of those annual celebrations was established at God’s command and by His direction. I attended a Jewish celebration of the Feast of Purim way back when I was 25 years old and a student at Western Baptist Bible College, now called Corbin. It was a crazy and fun celebration of the survival of the Jewish people in the book of Esther.

Esther 9:27-28
the Jews established and made a custom for themselves and for their descendants and for all those who allied themselves with them, so that they would not fail to celebrate these two days according to their regulation and according to their appointed time annually. So these days were to be remembered and celebrated throughout every generation, every family, every province and every city; and these days of Purim were not to fail from among the Jews, or their memory fade from their descendants.

We celebrate birthdays, wedding anniversaries, and other meaningful events. Patty and I had a big celebration for our 50th wedding anniversary and all of our kids came, it was a lot of fun. I am looking forward to our 60th in 6 more years, maybe by then we will have some great-grandkids.

Jefferson Baptist Church started way back in 1973, on October 7th, this coming October 8th will be our 50th anniversary as a church. So, it is only appropriate that we have a party to celebrate all that God has done for JBC over the years. Put October 7th and 8th on your calendars and don’t miss this cool event. It will be during and after the regular worship services.