I have driven that road from Scottsville to Mt. Juliet tons of times. Those endless street lines of 231 and 109. Now I’m coming back with more questions than answers. Camp meeting today in Portland. Then a visit to Scottsville for their PM services.
I think there might have been some personality clashes among others in a previous meeting. It’s all 3rd party stuff, not involving me. I’m not likely to stand back and let the clash continue to happen. I just want everyone to get along. And don’t worry. Everyone will get along…at least in lipservice. It’s little comments that are taken the wrong way which cause unnecessary friction. I’m trying to be everyone’s friend here. The peacmaker. Jimmy Carter. Switzerland. Gunning for the Nobel Peace Prize, ya know?
My church doesn’t participate in this particular camp. So I go on my own….either through inheritance or though legacy. That, my friend, is why I’m a guest here. So I realize guests don’t put their legs up on coffee table and do other stupid stuff which might make it difficult to be invited back over again. So I don’t do anything which would not let me come back.
Still I’m not good at reading people. On a totally different note, when someone tells me something, but deep down thinks the opposite, I stress about it. Mostly because I’m fearful of what others think of me. Have I said something wrong that made them think less of me? Eggshell walking here. Its not an easy thing. Still, I think I’m overstressing over it. Most people like me, or at least say they do. They keep me around for some strange reason. I am very much aware that I’m a guest here. And I try to keep a low profile. Not offering any strong opinions one way or another. Only when pressed, do I offer my opinion. At least to this group of people.
Anyways Brian did a good job on his short devo tonight. One year ago he probably wouldn’t have done it. Shelton has done a good job at trying to get all the young men involved in leading worship services publically.
Our next door neighbor was taken by ambulance last night to Summit Hospital. His wife couldn’t wake him. He’s pretty feeble. He is 86 years old and had a stroke not too long ago. They still can’t wake him. They took him off of life support today, but he kept breathing. So now he’s breathing without life support. Laying in a hospital bed. Can’t wake him. Explain that one to me.
I’m not stressing too much about it, since I don’t know him too well. But he has been one of the constants in my life. From when I was very little growing up, I remember him. He kept an immaculate garden and always kept his lawn mowed. Now other neighbors are chipping in to help make sure his lawn gets mowed.
I’m not really sure what will happen in this circumstance. Most people don’t live too long without life support. But they call that a coma, don’t they?