by Jesse Abel
A Word from Papa “J”
If a mushroom had ears, eyes and a nose it would hear, see and smell the conditions around it. God has equipped us humans with these sceneries, in fact; our cup of perception runs over the top and yet we are deaf, blind and ignorant to the noise of socialism, the vision of dictators and the stench of medical practices that euthanize the young and the elderly.
Good Morning
A Picture tells a story to the viewer and if the viewer does not know the circumstance surrounding the picture all sorts of stories could and do develop. I remember a time in Naples, Italy in that several of us sailors visited Mount Vesuvius five and half miles east of Naples. We went there for two reasons; to enjoy an Italian meal at a well-known restaurant and to go to the top of the mountain where the volcano is located.
We had hired a taxi for the hold day so the driver eat with us and it was not long before he was a part and partner to everything we decided to do. As we reached the parking area where automobile travel ended our cab driver indicated that he had never traveled to the top so we took him along too. He was very helpful, using our cameras and taking pictures of us all along the way.
In those days to get to the top a person had to ride an open air two seated chair lift somewhat like the ski-lifts here in New England. The lift was first used in 1953 and was used until 1984 when it was struck by lightning. Our cab driver took a picture of me dangling on one of these chairs as it slowly traveled upward.
I had on a straw hat and under my nose was a mustache. During the years that followed the taking of that picture, my daughter Stephanie was born and as she approached the age of five she somehow found that picture and would not part with it. “That’s my daddy”, she would say; “and he is in a riding chair on the mountain”.
Reflections are important and memories are comforting, now here is the point. Of all the pictures taken of me, this picture is embedded in my mind as if I were looking at it this very moment, but when Stephanie died at the age of five and a half in 1983 that picture was placed in her coffin along with other objects she held close.
We have a remembrance feast in church at least twice a month, other churches may do this more often, but what matters is that we are called of the LORD to remember and reflect on the truth that His body was broken and His blood was spilt because He loved us to the point of death and beyond, why beyond; because He is risen from this sacrificial death and seated now at the right hand of His Father interceding for us daily. Those of us, who believe this truth, will reflect on this event of love. It should be as vivid to you and me as any event in our personal life where the love one meets and touches the love of another. John 15:9-17
If a mushroom had ears, eyes and a nose it would hear, see and smell the conditions around it. God has equipped us humans with these sceneries, in fact; our cup of perception runs over the top and yet we are deaf, blind and ignorant to the noise of socialism, the vision of dictators and the stench of medical practices that euthanize the young and the elderly.
Good Morning
A Picture tells a story to the viewer and if the viewer does not know the circumstance surrounding the picture all sorts of stories could and do develop. I remember a time in Naples, Italy in that several of us sailors visited Mount Vesuvius five and half miles east of Naples. We went there for two reasons; to enjoy an Italian meal at a well-known restaurant and to go to the top of the mountain where the volcano is located.
We had hired a taxi for the hold day so the driver eat with us and it was not long before he was a part and partner to everything we decided to do. As we reached the parking area where automobile travel ended our cab driver indicated that he had never traveled to the top so we took him along too. He was very helpful, using our cameras and taking pictures of us all along the way.
In those days to get to the top a person had to ride an open air two seated chair lift somewhat like the ski-lifts here in New England. The lift was first used in 1953 and was used until 1984 when it was struck by lightning. Our cab driver took a picture of me dangling on one of these chairs as it slowly traveled upward.
I had on a straw hat and under my nose was a mustache. During the years that followed the taking of that picture, my daughter Stephanie was born and as she approached the age of five she somehow found that picture and would not part with it. “That’s my daddy”, she would say; “and he is in a riding chair on the mountain”.
Reflections are important and memories are comforting, now here is the point. Of all the pictures taken of me, this picture is embedded in my mind as if I were looking at it this very moment, but when Stephanie died at the age of five and a half in 1983 that picture was placed in her coffin along with other objects she held close.
We have a remembrance feast in church at least twice a month, other churches may do this more often, but what matters is that we are called of the LORD to remember and reflect on the truth that His body was broken and His blood was spilt because He loved us to the point of death and beyond, why beyond; because He is risen from this sacrificial death and seated now at the right hand of His Father interceding for us daily. Those of us, who believe this truth, will reflect on this event of love. It should be as vivid to you and me as any event in our personal life where the love one meets and touches the love of another. John 15:9-17
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