Well after an eight hour and 400 something journey I am reporting to you live from the McDonald’s in Seminole, Oklahoma. This is the only place in town that I can get wireless action. So I will try to report to ya’ll every Friday and when ever I get to this place. Mere told me to only go on Fridays so I do not eat to many cheeseburgers.
So to report what has happened so far…
On the way up I got stuck in the craziest storm I have ever been in this side of Davy Jones’ Locker. Just outside of Waxahacie, Texas it began to rain. I motored on towards OK. Just inside Dallas the rain got so bad that I could not see a few feet in front of me. I slowed down to 19 miles an hour in a 65 zone. The big rig washed Nana Puddin’ in water. I called on Noah and his ark. I called on Jesus and his water walking ability. I called on God to remember the rainbow and the promise!
I met up with Matt and ate lunch at a diner with no power. It was nice. As soon as we walked outside to leave the power came back on.
I like the little house I will be living in over the next ten weeks. I have it all to myself and the bugs, and the horses, and the cows, and the snakes, and the frogs, and the turtles, and the bugs, and the bugs, and the bugs. I think there may be more bugs here than anywhere else on earth including Africa.
The other day I did my first hospital visit. One of the elders (who is 91) fell and broke her hip. I and here nephew went to OKC to visit here in the hospital. n my way out the door to meet up at the local ice cream shop I noticed something round and moving out of the corner of my eye to my left. I jumped and ran quickly to a safe spot. Armed with a chair, lighter fluid and matches I went to confront this evil on my porch. It was a turtle! A dang turtle folks! I almost wet my pants over a turtle. I am so city boy it is not funny.
I am getting used to living in the very rural part of OK. It is too quite at night for me. I imagine ghosts, and ghouls creeping around looking for the blood of a chubby seminarian with just the right amount of tattoos. I hate the person that filled my head with La Llrona. Jackasses!
I have been to Walmart, which is exactly 1.5 miles from my house, three or four times and will go again on my way home from this McDonald’s. I love this place. I may buy a Lego set to play with or a model of some sort.
Little towns are neat. I love the main street here in Seminole. It is full of red brick shops and slow moving folks. I think it is amusing to see a mom and daughter walk past me and they take a strong and obvious look at me. I love the fact God called me to ministry. If this does not work out I will become an Ice Cream Man somewhere in middle America.
I did join the gym today and plan on going at least 6 times a week. I have no TV but do have a DVD player and monitor. I have a butt load of music and have been chilling out with all that. I am trying to finish at least one of the books I have been working on this summer, most likely the fiction book on Africa. This after I write my weekly sermon, my weekly Bible Study, and weekly Adult Education class, and possibly form and run a youth group Bible Study.
Palabra to madre!
Fargin Grimace is staring at me now…so is the Hamburgler, and that dick Ronald. I bet go and stuff.
So until next week…Meditate on Romans 5:1-5 and What Ruth means in its positioning in the Holy Canon (you may consider the different placement for the various Christian formations).