It Could Happen!

I'm the kind of guy that will believe almost anything, just cause. You kinda have to prove that it couldn't happen or doesn't exist for me to accept that it couldn't happen or doesn't exist.

Take Bigfoot. Now there's a good one. Now I studed Historical Geology in college and know some about Cryptozoology. I can really see a "Bigfoot" like creature being out there, but my boy, Ross, just laughs when I talk about the new evidence found in Canada or in Washington state or in TEXAS! The boy just laughs at the mention of the big footed old guy. But if he were walking through the woods and caught a whiff of a creature and happened along one that was 8 foot tall, he'd probably "brown" his "draws."

There is always that possibility of the imagined being the factual.

How about ghosts and haunted stuff? YOU BELEIVE IN GHOSTS? I do. Ever sense I saw one when I was very young. I'm grateful for the "power of the blanket" existing to keep the ghosts away. I thought I saw this guy looking over the books one night in the condo where we lived in for a year while our house was being built. Strange connection? It turned out that the x-husband of an old girl friend and good friend had lived there. I said "lived" because he ended his life there. OH MY GOD!

Well, how about rising from the dead!!?? Well, I guess you kinda have to take it on faith, right. You know that Jesus thing. I'm not so sure that you have to take it just on faith. How bout this? Who has the body? Somebody, show me the body. If you want to stop Christianity in it's tracks or make it to Letterman, just produce the body of Jesus. Who's got the body? Either there was a body or somebody is using it, namely Christ Jesus. NO DOUBTS THAT CHRIST DIED, BUT WHO'S GOT THE BODY? He must be alive if no one can produce His body.

It could happen. It did happen.

How about this for proof of those Twightlight Zone moments you hear about.

I'm with Moulder. THE TRUTH IS OUT THERE.

Homecoming ghosts?

Last night I attended the final night of a homing coming revival at Daniel Memorial Baptist Church. It has become a tradition in for this church have this type of event yearly. I think they first started this to try to get some folk who had left this "faith family" to return and maybe to show some people that they still existed.

This is the church I grew up in and my children grew up in so for me this church means a lot. The family of faith is filled with people who were heroes to me because of their examples and their friendship. It provided opportunities to minister to those of need inside and outside to a yong guy that desired to be of service for Christ. Lots of great memories of successes for Christ and wonderful people.

As my Libby began to sing, which always brings a joy to my heart, I began to cry. Yep, I mean the wet kinda crying, that outside, people looking at you kind of crying. Oh, the song was great, better than great, and as she stood at the Holy desk I began to see and feel ghosts of people like Johnny "Kornflakes" Wharton, Cliff Wilson, H L Hutchinson. All great examples for a young guy to model his life after. In front of all those great men was the ghost of a chubby man with silver hair wearing wing tip shoes and thin nylon socks. This guy had on a smile that you could not forget and when he spoke it was a rarity that the topic didn't contain some spiritual lesson or truth that could make life in this world more barable. As my Libby continued to sing those guys began to gather together and while smiling a smile that shown clear of love and admiration they began hug each other. Finally the silver headed guy with the front porch hair style pointed his finger one more time at those who had come to worship. Hemoved that finger across the entire room as to say "see, I told you all this was a special place that God would use."

The song ended and once again the words of a Malone began to bless those who had come out leaving their TVs to worship together and hopefully to see an old friend that they hadn't seem in a long time. This time it was the son of that silver haired man stood to proclaim the gospel. The impact of a father was very evident.

I miss that guy. My best of "friends", my brother, my mentor, my hero. I called him my "Heavy." This world was a much better place when he was in it.