Saturday was a day that dreams are made of for me. Well…it was a day that one of my dreams are made of. After staying up visiting with Danny C. until almost 1:00 am I was told it was time to get out of bed by the smell of bacon. When I got to the kitchen breakfast was ready. Bacon, eggs, and waffles were on the table, and as we ate Dan continued to catch me up on the people I have been away from for the last ten years. After breakfast we headed to the Seagraves airport where Dan keeps his Beechcraft Bonanza. It’s been a while since I’ve flown in a private plane so I was glad the weather was on my side, it was perfect for flying.

After takeoff Calfee turned control of the plane over to me and I headed straight out to fly over my old farm.  From there I flew us over Fourway Gin, the cotton gin that I ran and was part owner of for many years. Then it was over to the Gaines County Golf Course, as I made my way east toward Loop. You know, I realize all of this doesn’t mean much to you, but to me everything I saw from two thousand feet above the ground brought back nice memories. Seeing the farm that my son Josh, and my Dad worked sided by side on, flying over the Gin where I spent almost twenty years, looking down at Denver City, and later the golf course. Even seeing the farms that I grew up working on reintroduced me to folks who had help shape my life. My Granddad Clark, and uncle Rayburn, Mr. Dent, Mr. Jones, Mr. Halbrooks, and Robert Scott, all men I had worked for at some time while growing up. I remembered the endless days I spent driving a tractor for Stanley Ancinec, and the good times I had with his sons Monty, and Craig.

As I think back on my younger life I can’t help but be thankful for the folks who were a part of my life. The people who helped mold me into what I am today. Many of them have passed away, but many still remain, and I am so glad I got to hug them, and shake their hand this passed weekend.

Saturday afternoon I found myself continuing my dream of a day. At 2:00 pm I was standing on the number one tee at the Gaines County Golf Course. The course is a really nice country course. It’s where I played my first round of golf, and if for some reason Saturday’s round is the last round I ever play I’m glad I got to play it again. While waiting for our time to tee off I ran into a few other men I haven’t seen in a while. One of the low life dogs greeted me with a smile, a warm handshake, and these words “Kent you haven’t gotten any taller, but are getting uglier.”

In every issue of Golf Magazine there is an interview with some pro golfer, or celebrity, and they always ask that person who their dream foursome would be. Well I have to tell you, my Saturday foursome was very high on my list of dream foursomes. My number one dream foursome has grown into a “sixsome.” I know this grouping my never come about, but we could possibly share time on the course together. My dad has only played two or three rounds of golf in his life, and at 79 years old and a set of bed knees he’s not about to start playing now. What few rounds he has played have been with me, and I like that. So, my dream “sixsome” would consist, at this point, of Dad, me, Joshua, my son, Major, his son, Chad, my son-in-law, and Ranger, his son.

Hum…it just occurred to me that since my number one dream grouping isn’t a foursome, I can without reservation say that I played golf with my dream foursome on Saturday. You see Saturday I played golf with three guys who have been my friends for over thirty years. I’ve been business partners with them. I’ve laughed with them, cried with them, and fought with them. For a number of years I even thought I had lost them because of a business deal that had gone bad costing us all a lot of money. Saturday I played golf with three guys who ain’t worth killing, but whom I would step in front of a bullet for. Lee, Tom and Joe are my dream foursome. I had a blast, and I hope we can do it again sometime.

Yup, Saturday was a dream day. Flying and golfing on a picture perfect day with good friends. In all honesty folks, it can get better than that, but not by much.

Till next time,

Grump

Danny C. was a gift sent to a boy in need. He was the friend I didn’t have in anyone else. He was my confidant, my advisor, my shoulder. For a boy becoming a man Dan was the person I needed to help guide me through. For some reason there was a connection, a bond that drew me to him, and that bond made my years of  high school so much easier.

Mr. Calfee came to Loop as a teacher my freshman year, and has been with me ever since. Even though I may go years without seeing, or even talking to him, I think of him regularly. On the spur of the moment last Thursday I decided I’d go to Loop, Texas for my homecoming. I hadn’t done the math but it turns out that this year marks my thirty-fifth year away from the halls of Loop High. As soon as I decided to go back I called Danny C. and asked him if he had a place for me to stay, and just as he has for years he came through again.

I had a great time reconnecting with him. In fact after going to the game we ended up staying up until almost one a.m. visiting, and catching up with one another. The next morning we went flying in his Bonanza. It felt good to be behind the wheel of an airplane again, even though I didn’t take off or land the plane it was fun to just fly again. Well friends, as with all good things the weekend came to an all to swift end. It was time to go. We enjoyed the opportunity to maintain our friendship; a friendship that I know will last until one of us is gone. I know I’ll always be able to count on Danny C. He stood by me when I was a kid, he stood by me as Best Man at my wedding, and if I leave this world first I know he’ll stand by me one last time. You see? Dan Calfee is a rarity, something you don’t see much in today’s world, Dan Calfee is a friend for life.   

Till next time,

Grump

I spent the weekend back home in Loop, Texas. I went back for homecoming for the first time in maybe fifteen or twenty years, and I am so glad I made the trip. My plans are to write one or two blogs about the trip, but today I want to give you a few observations I picked up over the weekend.

Sure Signs you’re getting close to Loop.

1. You start noticing the bug guts on your windshield.
2. You can drive twenty miles without moving the steering wheel, or seeing another vehicle.
3. When you finally do meet an oncoming car or pickup that single finger sticking up from the top of the steering wheel is an index finger greeting not a middle finger curse. 

Some things never change.

1. “The crop would have been better if we’d just had one more rain.”
2. Mike Young’s, aka; Chung, temperament. He’s still low key, and woe is me. His senior daughter had a football player’s number on her mum, and his son bought a Chevy instead of a Ford. .Mike is now certain the apocalypse is near.
3. The Seagraves Dixie Dog.

Some things do change.

1. The “mighty” Loop Longhorns actually have a good football team this year. That happens almost every time Hailey’s Comet comes around.
2. Gaines County is still dry, but the busiest Beer Store on the High Plain’s is literally located right across the railroad track in Terry County.
3. Tom Moseley, one of the best friends I’ve ever had, is getting grouchier thereby proving the fact that no matter how bad things are they can always get worse.

(Tom, thanks for the round of golf on Saturday,

I love you like a brother.) 

Till next time,

Grumpy

Keith Parker is my kind of preacher, and he is living my dream. I met Keith about a month ago. He was visiting Mark Bryson one of our ministers, and Mark asked him to preach for us that Sunday morning. Well, let me say it again, Keith is my kind of preacher. His message was simple, direct, and it carried a massive impact. He had energy, and conviction, and he didn’t preach to make us feel good, he preached to gain commitment.

Keith was the pulpit minister for the church of Christ in Hendersonville, Tennessee for fifteen years. He recently resigned his position there and now preaches all over the country. He preaches at gospel meetings, and retreats. Keith is living and doing what I am striving to do. Three years ago I asked God to show me what He wanted me to do for Him, and in a number of different ways I believe He has opened the door for me to preach just like Keith is doing. I don’t mean I should copy Keith’s style, I mean I should preach and teach wherever and whenever I get the chance. My book Everyday Christianity was one of my first steps in that direction. It is giving me the exposure necessary to allow people to know who I am. My pen name, Grumpy was chosen because it’s memorable, and it promotes interest. My blog has become a great tool for me, and I receive comments regularly from people I have never met before. And finally, I had no idea how important something like FaceBook would be in getting my name out to people.

I talked to Keith on the phone this past Tuesday evening, and asked him for some advice on how to grow my ministry. I had given him a copy of my book when I met him. He had not read it yet, but during our conversation he said he could hear my passion. I asked him to go to my site; http://www.grumpysmith.com/ where he could listen to a lesson I had given at McDermott Road in August of 08, and then let me know what he thought of it. Below is a copy of his comments to me.

Kent, 

I listened to your lesson this morning – Thursday.  It was a delight – devotion/emotion.  You’re a very encouraging, entertaining speaker.  God has given you a gift and I know it’s your passion to use it. 

1.  Keep praying.

2.  Keep asking for opportunities.

3.  Keep having conversations with other ministers like you’ve done with me.

4.  Be open to regular appointments of area churches. 

I’m proud of you. 

Keith Parker

I want to thank Keith for his willingness to help me, and I would like to ask you to help too. If you have read my book, read my blog, or heard me preach or teach, and you were touched by my message. If you believe God has given me the gift of teaching, preaching, and writing, I am asking that you pray for my ministry, and tell others about me. Help me find opportunities to preach, and speak. Talk to your church leaders about inviting me to come and share with your congregation. If even one chapter of Everyday Christianity touched you, please tell others about the book and encourage them to read it. If you are active on FaceBook please mention Everyday Christianity, my blog, and me to all of your friends. With your help, and the amazing strength of FaceBook, and the Internet, we can literally tell thousands of people about Everyday Christianity, and Kent “Grumpy” Smith.

Thank you and have a great weekend.

Till next time,

Grump

For your copy of Everyday Christianity go to, http://www.amazon.com/Everyday-Christianity-Grumpy-Smith/, or http://www.grumpysmith.com/ or go to your local Mardel, or Family Christian

Although we lived in a few different towns when I was young I don’t really remember any of them. I know we lived in several different houses when I was young, but I have no clue what they looked like or where they were.  I can visualize the house we lived in just west of the S curve on the way to Wellman. For some reason I can even remember looking out the screen door and seeing a rattlesnake on the front porch. Other than that house I can only recall two houses we lived in, the one that belonged to Allen Byrd, and the one mom and dad built when I was around ten years old. As you can see my memories of growing up are pretty much confined to two houses in one very small West Texas farm community. Loop, Texas, is, and always will be, home.

I haven’t lived there since 1980, and to be very honest I don’t have any desire to live there again, but I sure have a lot of fond memories of “back home.” Mom, and Dad don’t live there any more, they moved to Texico, New Mexico about two years ago in order to get closer to my little sister and her family. It was a good decision for them to do that, even though they are both in pretty good shape we all know that the day may come when they need to be taken care of, and Deon and her family will be able to do that.

The church I grew up in is slowly shrinking. We visit there once a year, and love to see and hug the folks there. The Loop congregation even pays for our Honduras mission trips every year. It hurts a little to go back and see that are no longer any children there. When I was growing up there were quite a few of us. Never the less, the Loop church of Christ is where I learned to lead singing, it’s where I was baptized into Christ, and it’s where I taught my first lesson. I can still see each family. I can tell you where each of the elders sat. One of them, Robert Slaughter, gave me my very own leather bound songbook.

The school is still there, and like most small towns the community revolves around it. On Friday night the folks will head to the football stadium to watch the game. During basketball season the home side of the gym will welcome them all back to watch and support the kids. I checked with Tim Smith a couple of weeks ago to see when homecoming is this year. Turns out it’s this weekend, Friday September 25^th. You know, I think I’m going back home this weekend. I don’t remember the last time I was back for homecoming, but I think I’m going back. I have no idea who I’ll see when I get there. I expect to see a few old classmates because they still live there. It will be interesting see friends I haven’t seen in years. I’m looking forward to shaking their hands and giving them a hug. Paula won’t be able to make the trip, and my kids all have a life and family of their own so it’ll just be me, catching up with old friends.

Folks, let me encourage you to take the opportunity’s you have to catch up, to renew. We all have fond memories of people who helped make us who we are. I believe relationships, whether old or new, are a gift from God. I encourage you to enjoy that gift.

Yep, I’m going back home.

Till next time,

Grump

The saying goes, “Dynamite comes in small packages.” There was a television commercial a few years ago, I don’t remember who the advertisement was for, but the tag line was, “It’s the little things that make us big.” I like those analogies. I’d like for you to be aware of the little things that happen in your presence today. I am asking you to be on the lookout for small acts of kindness, service, and courtesy today, and notice the effect those acts have on the recipient.

A little over a month ago I came through the door from the kitchen into the dining room at Chick-fil-A, and noticed one of the five young, single,  professional ladies who are a part of our life group at church, standing in the line waiting to place her order. As soon as she saw me I smiled and spoke with a wave of my hand. She smiled back and said hello. I walked around the counter, and as she was placing her order I stepped beside her, put my arm around her, and gave her hug. She jumped, and looked at me like, “What in the world do you think you’re doing?” Then she smiled and said, “Oh, I didn’t see you come around here, I had no idea who was hugging me.”

We shared a few words of small talk and I went about my business, she got her to go order and left the store. The next Sunday, we met for our monthly life group at a burger joint and as Paula and I were sitting visiting with a few other folks this young lady walked up behind us and said, “Kent I just wanted to let you know that I had had a pretty trying morning the other day when you walked up and hugged me, but that hug changed my day. I had a great afternoon, that hug just changed the way I felt the rest of the day.” Look at the effect a small gesture had on her day, and then add to that the way she made me feel by letting me know that my hug had brightened her day.

The effects of kindness, love, service, and courtesy can be long lasting too. The act may not yield immediate results. I don’t think the initial hug had the effect I had anticipated. The instantaneous look on her face was not one of appreciation, but her face changed once she realized who had just hugged her, and even then the lasting effect took place after she had had time to reflect on the hug.

Most likely you will have the opportunity to brighten someone’s day today. You may have the chance to hold the door open for someone, or pick up something they have dropped. You may have the chance to simply smile at a stranger who seems to be carrying a heavy load. (Don’t look at them and say, ”Smile, it can’t be that bad.” How do you know it can’t be that bad?) Just smile and speak, be open to their response to you, and then encourage them with an act of kindness if you can. Tell someone they look nice. Let the car trying to merge into traffic, merge into traffic. Answer a request even if the answer is not what the other person wants to hear. That’s being courteous.

In closing allow me to give one more personal example of the long lasting effect our influence has on those around us. Monday morning at 7:00 o’clock I was standing on the number one tee waiting for it to get light enough to play golf. One of the men in the foursome asked if anyone had mosquito repellant. Until that time I hadn’t even noticed the pesky little buggers, and even then I chose to ignore them rather than apply the repellant. I continued on my merry way not feeling the effect the insects were have on me. Today, as I sit writing this post, I am feeling the effect those bugs had on me. It is taking just about all the strength I can muster not to scratch all of my extremities until I am raw. I must have twenty bites on my arms and legs, and every one of them reminds me of Monday morning. My interaction with those I come in contact with today will have an effect. The outcome can either be positive or negative, and it may last a long time. I promise to do the best I can to make it a positive effect, and I hope you will too.

Till next time,

Grump

Is your heart in it? I have to ask myself that question from time to time just to make sure I’m doing what I should be doing. Time and time again in the Bible God lets His people know that He wants their heart not their sacrifices. He may have commanded the sacrifices but He wants them to be delivered by way of our heart, our desire, not our obligation of legalism, or our fear of condemnation.

But, I don’t think it stops there. It’s not only our service, devotion, and love to God that should come from the heart, it’s also our love for one another, the dedication to our vocation, and even what we do for relaxation. We enjoy doing, and being what our heart desires. Is your love for God what it should be? If not where’s your heart? Do you love your spouse the way you used too, or even more than you did when you were first married? If not where’s your heart? Are you sick of your job? Where’s your heart?

If you have answered any of the above questions, and found that your heart’s not in it, what should you do about it? Well you change it. You don’t change your God. You learn to love God the way He loves you. You don’t change your spouse. You look inside your self to see why your love has changed   You can change your job, but even that requires you to look inside your heart in an effort to find what God made you to do.

Let me ask a couple of questions in an effort to really bring my point home. Can you reach down with your bare hand and wipe the snot from your child’s nose without giving it any thought? Can you reach down and wipe the snot from the face of a complete stranger’s kid with your bare hand without some serious consideration? What’s the difference? I say it’s love. I say it’s having a heart that’s in it.

Till next time,

Grump

Truth be told I’m not much of expert at anything. I have a lot of experience in some areas, and I have some strong opinions in others, but that doesn’t make me an authority. I can teach you how to gin cotton, but there are others who are more qualified. According to the numbers I’ve seen in Golf Magazine, I’m a little better than the average golfer in the USA, but I don’t claim to be a skilled golfer. If you watch me long enough you can certainly learn how not to play golf. Paula and I have a pretty good marriage and I can offer advice on how to have a good marriage, but I’m not trained in marriage counseling. However, there is, and always has been an area of my life where I have come close to being a professional. 

I can give the look as good, or better than anyone. Coming in a close second to that is my ability to come across as condescending, or aggravated when I speak to people. Now I honestly never set out to be that way, but I sure became good at it. My kids and wife can tell you about the look. So can my former business partners, and casual friends. Well for that matter the mailman, or the cashier at the bank, maybe…no…for sure the wait staff at restaurants, and…well let’s see…hum…OK, so can anyone else I’ve ever come in contact with for any reason whatsoever. 

And the biting tone of my voice, or my word inflection has been heaved on all of those same people at one time or another. Paula and the kids, once they got old enough to not be afraid of losing their life, have all told me or reminded that I can come across the wrong way without my knowing it. Most of time I truly wasn’t aware that I was coming across in a negative way. Please read that again, I said most of the time. I will admit that I have always known how to come across that way when I intended too. 

When Josh was in high school he would tell his latest girl friend that she would know whether or not I liked her. More recently Jim Cassity, one of regular golfing partners has said, “Kent you are an amazing man to watch. One day a stranger can join our group and by the end of the round you are treating him like you have known him forever. Then the next day someone else can join us and you become as cold as ice. You know friends; I know Jim is right in his assessment. When I have taken the time to notice, or maybe it’s better to say, when I have made myself notice my demeanor, I know exactly what Jim, Paula, Josh, Miranda, and more recently my son-in-law Chad are saying. 

So these years and years of being reminded about the look, or the tone have finally started to work on me. A few years back I started working on eliminating these unchristian habits. I started to treat people with more kindness, and courtesy than I had before, and you know what? I am being treated with more kindness, and courtesy than ever before. I started to keep an eye, and an ear on myself, in an effort to eliminate my negative way of coming across to people. I even ask Paula, or one of the kids when they are around me, if I used the proper tone of voice during the phone conversation I just had with someone. Guess What!? Now when they tell me that I could have done a little better with this or that, I don’t give them the look! I say thanks; I’ll work on that. 

Friends, you may not have the look, and you may have never spoken to someone in a rude or condescending manor, so you may not be able to identify with me on this particular matter. However, I have come to realize that the principle applies to all situations. If there is something that needs to change in your life, anything at all, it will not change and cannot change until you decide to change it. However, once you come to the conclusion that something has to give you can make it happen. 

Philippians 4:13

I can do everything through him who gives me strength. 

Till next time,

Grump

Within seconds of the A-Men of the closing prayer at church Wednesday evening Jennifer Bryan walked up to Paula and I with a twinkle in her eyes, her wonderful giggly smile, and with a gentle touch on my arm, said in her cutest little girl voice, “Guess what happened today?” Now normally I would have been right on top of the situation and known exactly where she was headed with this question, but it had either rained or drizzled all day so my first guess was out the door…. or so I thought. Paula, not being as astute as me, ventured a guess that I thought had come out of left field. “You got a hole-in-one!” At this point my line of logic couldn’t draw that conclusion, after all it has been raining for a solid week. That means the golf courses are soggy, and the rule would be cart path only. Plus as I said before it had been either raining or misting all day so I’m saying this girl hasn’t been on a golf course today. But, what do I know? Jennifer said, “No, but Linda did!”

Linda Romberger, and Jennifer are close friends and a very tight twosome on the golf course. They have played golf together for the last few years, and they always team up for their respective club tournaments. Ahh, so that’s why they would venture out on the course on a day like today. Golf tournament, enough said.  These girls have been fairly successful in tournament play, and they don’t miss an opportunity to earn another trophy, or prize.

Jennifer went on to give a very detailed description of the day’s accomplishment. She told how she and Linda didn’t think the ball had gone into the hole, and how the other two ladies in the foursome just knew it did. She described the scene on the green when they discovered that Linda had in deed made a hole-in-one. Then she reminded us that the two of them had been playing together the day she carded her hole-in-one. Just like that, you know, like everyone has had a hole-in-one right? Well no, not everyone has had a hole-in-one. I haven’t had a hole-in-one. I’ve never even witnessed a hole-in-one. Paula said, “Everyone at the club is going to want to be in your foursome now, you girls seem to attract hole-in-ones.” 

Once we got into the car to drive home I called Linda to congratulate her on her great golf achievement. She thanked me and for the second time in five minutes I was treated to a blow-by-blow account of the event of the day. I am very happy for them both, and it was fun to relive it with each of them. After the phone call I told Paula, that I had never even witnessed a hole-in-one. She said, “What, with all the golf you’ve played you’ve never had or seen one? Sounds like you need to start playing with Jennifer and Linda.” You heard it here folks, my wife just suggested that I play golf with two women!”

You know I got to thinking about that, and could see that maybe Paula was on to something. Maybe I have been playing golf with the wrong bunch of people for the last thirty-five years. That’s thirty-five years of who knows how many rounds of golf. Golf played in Texas, Idaho, Colorado, Nevada, and New Mexico. Golf played with men capable of shooting in the low seventies, and golf played with men who couldn’t break one-twenty on their best day. Golf played with men who address the ball and then stand frozen for so long they seem to have died before they take their stroke, and golf played with guys who it seems hit the ball as they hung out the side of the cart while driving by.   Golf played on some of the top courses in the country, and golf played on some courses better suited for goat pasture. I’ve played golf in West Texas in April with the wind blowing thirty plus miles an hour, and the drizzle freezing on the chain link fences, (I never said I was smart.) and I’ve played golf in Las Vegas with the temperature hovering around one hundred ten. (But it was a dry heat. LOL) Yet I have been deprived of even witnessing a hole-in-one.

While I was talking to Linda on the phone she told me that including her hole-in-one that day she has witnessed six hole-in-ones. WHAT!? Yes, six of the buggers! Friends I have decided to take Paula’s advice. I am going to start playing golf with Jennifer and Linda. If that’s what it takes to make or even witness an HIO, that’s what I’m going to do. If I have to pay ‘em to let me join them, I’ll do it. If I have to wear a wig, lipstick, and skirt, I’ll do it. I gave up being macho a long time ago so if I have to tee it up from the ladies tees, I’m good to go. Whatever it takes is my new motto.

I ask you to please be kind as I go about my quest to a least witness an HIO. There may be times when I attend church without having completely removed my makeup. Please remember what you are there for, it’s not about me. There may be times when I am forced to walk in late with my skirt on, just go on about your business. There may be times when you drive by a golf course and see a threesome of ladies playing golf. A threesome comprised of two of the prettiest ladies you’ve ever seen, and one that is rather flat chested, has really ugly legs, and somehow seems to have rotated her rear end around to her belly. Please don’t honk your horn at the sight, especially if the threesome is on the tee of a par three. There will be serious business at hand.

Till next time,

Grump

All right, I’m finally back where I started two days ago. I’m actually going to tell you what I set out to tell you on Tuesday morning. Remember I told you I was asked to lead a couple of songs during our education building dedication ceremony, and then yesterday I told you about Faithful Love? Well when all of this started I intended to tell you about It Is Well with My Soul.

This song seems to speak to a lot of folks. It touches people in different ways and some are really touched by the first verse. 

What ever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say,

It is well It is well with my soul.

And isn’t that a great way to look at life? Can you grasp how much more peace there would be in this world if we could actually live at peace no matter what the circumstances in our lives? That doesn’t mean to just sit in your current situation and not strive for more, but it does mean to be at peace where you are while working to change, or improve you current status.

Now in my mind the song just gets stronger with each verse. If we have been convicted that our sin has caused us to be lost, and this is a problem for a lot of folks, there is no way we cannot be touched by the words;

My sin, not in part but the whole, Is nailed to the cross and I bear it no more:

Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul.

Once a person has been convinced that they are lost, and that Jesus is the only way to salvation, these words have a meaning, a personal significance that brings peace and joy like no other words can.

Finally the third verse is there, and to me it is the one that brings chill bumps every time I sing the song. You know different people like to sing this song in different ways. What I mean by that is that some folks like to put special emphasis on the second verse by slowing down the tempo, and singing the verse quietly. Others like to bring it way down at the start of the course after singing loudly through the verse. I like to go against the songwriters, or publisher’s suggestion when beginning the third verse. The instruction is to sing this verse faster than we have sung the previous verses, but I just can’t do that. When I lead this song I bring it way down in volume and tempo at the start of the verse, and then build both back into the song as we continue through finishing with a bold conviction as I sing, “Even so it is well with my soul.”

And, Lord, haste the day when the faith shall be sight,

The clouds be rolled back as a scroll,

The trump shall resound and the Lord shall descend.

Even so it is well with my soul.

And then I bring it back down to an almost whisper for the course so I can build it to a broad refrain, and sing with a passion that shakes the walls of hell,

 It Is Well, It Is Well with My Soul!

Friends let me offer a truth at this point. If you can’t sing the words of this song with honesty, if you can’t mean it when you sing, “the Lord shall descend, Even so it is well with my soul,” if those word frighten you, if you don’t have peace in the meaning of the words, you need to change the you live. It’s just that simple.

 Till next time,

Grump 

(words of the song by Horatio G Spafford)