A funny thing happened yesterday. The day before yesterday, someone in our church came to my office and gave me a very nice but old single-shot 22 rifle. I told them I wanted to give it to one of my grandsons. It is exactly like the one I had when I first learned to shoot a rifle. While my truck was being fixed in the shop, I rented a car to drive, and it was outside my office. I took the gun out and put it on the floor in the back of the rented car. Someone loaned me their pickup the next day, so I returned the rental car. I forgot about the 22 rifle on the floor in the back. They asked if I had gotten all my things out of the car, and I responded yes. Patty picked me up, and on the drive home, I got a call from the car rental place asking me if I was sure I had taken everything that was mine out of the car. The fellow on the phone had a serious sound to his voice as if I had left a million dollars in the car. I thought for a minute and then remembered the gun. I started laughing and said you probably have never had a vehicle returned to you with a gun in it before. I said we will be right there. We got there, and there was a sticker on the vehicle warning anybody from opening the door; it sounded like it was booby-trapped. He opened the door, I retrieved the gun, and off we went. Today, my grandson is the proud owner of a single-shot 22 rifle. Now I need to take him sage rat shooting.

Forgetting is becoming more and more of a regular occurrence in my life. Patty and I continually look for our cell phones, glasses, and car keys because we have forgotten where we put them. I forget about taking medication; I forget to put my hearing aids in, and a whole host of other things. The worst thing is when I forget the names of people I am talking to. I really hate it when I forget the punch line of a story I am telling in a sermon.
When I get to heaven and get my new glorified body, I will have a perfect mind and never forget anything again. I am looking forward to that day.