Blow Your Nose

Sounds like it is time for some Claritan. Someone needs to take something to help unclog the organ of discrimination. The vast majority of these posts have been double-dipped in sarcasm. Can't you smell it?

The brethren who roam the same woods I do relate to one another with knee-deep, roll ya britches up sarcasm. Are we serious about the stands we take? Yes. Do we roll it up in double-battered chimichanga of personal insults, before we serve it to each other? Yes.

If you don't like it...don't sit at our table and try to eat with us.

I love it! I love the way, Snyde, Carter3, LLL, Slim, ArchBishop, Bro-in-law1, Bro-in-law2, Mikey Matty, and Neally fuss with one another. We are waiting on you Harry. Join in.

Smells like someone got their feelings hurt on another site. If an attack on your views is the cause, either change your views or learn to deal with it. If you feel like people were mean to you, go find another playground. I say this because I personally know every one of these men. They are good men who would never intentionally offend someone. What we do here is the nature of our relationships with each other. We play a little rough with each other. We have fun doing it. So no offense is meant by this, but if you can't run with the big dogs, that's OK. I'm sure there are plenty of Chihuahuas wanting to play.

Bro. Truth. Awesome. Keep your anonymity. You've got us all guessing. I love it. Hope you can handle eating with us.

Not Exactly Poker

Do you buy raffle tickets if the money is going to a good cause?

Do I Want That Face on My Book?

Dealing with Facebook. If you have a "friend" whose page has some inappropriate comments, should you revoke their privilege as being listed as one of your friends?

What's Up With The Steeple?

This question is posed by one of my boys. Why do churches have steeples? I know I could look it up, just figured some of you quick witted brethren might have fun with this one.

A Message from a Burrito

I love camp. But to tell you the truth, things have been mighty quiet around here. Bro. Doug has been busy getting everything ready for your arrival. From building repairs to landscaping, he keeps things looking good. Bogg Springs is a beautiful place to spend a week at camp.
There were a few of us burritos left over from last year and we’ve been in this freezer just waiting for Spring to come. Bro. Doug has gone out and brought in some new boys. Supposedly, they are “better than ever”. They claim to be made from the choicest meat from the best of the herd. Every year…same old story. These new burrito boys are no better than we old ones are. We’ve been around for years. It reminds me of the boys at camp every year thinking they can beat the preachers…same old story.
But enough about me. You folks will be coming to Bogg Springs Youth Encampment from Monday, June 29th through July 3rd. The fee for camp this year is $77. That’s quite a deal for a week’s worth of meals like me.

We look forward to seeing you at camp this year.

Signed,
Last Year’s Camp Burrito…that’s still talking to you.

You asked For Questions...You Got Um #5

Do God's people still have "gifts?"

You asked For Questions...You Got Um #4

Why did Abraham lie about Sarah being his wife? Was it the right thing to do?

You asked For Questions...You Got Um #3

Why do people claim "God has convicted me", as their reasoning for believing something? Isn't conviction a word that carries a negative connotation.

You asked For Questions...You Got Um #2

Why was it that the only question Pharaoh asked Jacob was "How old are you?"

You asked For Questions...You Got Um #1

What is proper attire for worship services at camp?

Snyder Made Me Do It

At the behest of Bro. James, I ask this question...Does Jesus tarry His coming?

The Three Amigos...Wilkes Style

Recently, much mention has been made of my family. Most of the attention has been focused on the relationships between three men...myself, Bro. Michael Reese and Bro. Jason Hebert.

For the benefit of those who are ignorant, all three of us are Pastors of Missionary Baptist Churches. Michael married my sister, Karen. Karen is the middle child in our family and as such, she claims irreparable damage. She was lost in the middle.

Karen...Poor Karen. Middle Child Syndrome. Michael married her knowing she had this problem. So I am forever indebted to him for his willingness to take on the responsibility of caring for one who has an issue for which there is no cure.

Jason married Cindy. Cindy is the youngest of us kids. The baby. You know what a commitment a baby is. They need an extra dose of love and care. I will always be thankful for Jason's extra helpings of love and care he doses out toward her.


Often the entire crew makes road trips together. All 13 of us. These trips are usually to the national ABA meeting. These trips are not for the faint of heart. We have saved a life on the concrete of I-20 (literally), had van problems in the Guadalupe Mountains, made repairs in the parking lots of El Paso, searched for tire shops in the boondocks of Alabama, been broke down in Daytona, been on the wrong side of town in Kansas City and suffered through an attack of the scours which demanded stops at every exit.

But the good stuff is found in the relationships between myself(the Navigator), Michael(the Driver) and Jason(the Chef).

As the Navigator, I line out the itinerary for our cross country excursions. I am Good. I know exactly what time we will arrive at our destination. I set allotted times for rest breaks and meals. You must train your bladder to function according to my itinerary. Unscheduled "potty" breaks are unacceptable.

Michael Reese is our primary driver. After we get him "booted up" (getting his mind focused to the task at hand) he does quite well. We do have occasional trouble with his hard drive going into hibernation. As a result, you can be guaranteed at least one u-turn during every trip.

Jason Hebert is our chef. Although he never actually cooks anything on our trips, he is the one who plans our meals. He is probably more diligent about his responsibilities than anyone else. Before he has swallowed the last bite of food on his plate, he is already discussing what eating establishment will be our next destination.

One might ask, "What do the wives do?" I'll answer that question as soon as my wife quits yelling at me.