Quiet Time in Tulsa

Wednesday, yesterday, we drove back to the Q which was parked on a church parking lot not far from Stephanie’s house.  Well, the battery was down and food was beginning to thaw in the freezer, so we decided to try to find a park so we could have electricity and also sleep in our bed!!  We found a nice place about 10 miles from Steph and Rick’s.  We’ll be here for a week.

A shot of downtown Tulsa from an industrial area.

Before long, this flag will need to be replaced.  It’s still beautiful to me.

I realize that I’m posting random pics, but that’s what I do when we are not doing anything special.  I titled this one:  Three Organ Donors (no helmets)

Tonight, we spent the evening with Stephanie and family.  She baked chicken spaghetti that was really delicious.  After, dinner, Taylor helped his mom clean up the kitchen.  He’s such a good kid.

Logan’s a good boy, too.  He’s helping.

After watching a little OSU/Texas A & M football, we came back to the Q.  Well, actually, we left because I spilled a glass of ice water on myself and we came home so I could get out of the wet clothes.  Such a clumsy dweeb. (shock… spell check didn’t disallow that word… dweeb)     

Thanks to Bev and Jerry for the following email I received today:

It’s time for a chuckle and as the song says, if you can’t say something nice, say nothing!

"He Was a Saint!"

“Giving the right answer at the right time makes everyone happy." - Proverbs 15:23, CEV.

There were two notorious and wicked brothers who terrorized a small town in the Midwest. When one of the brothers died it became the other's responsibility to make funeral arrangements. However, he could find no pastor in the county who would agree to officiate at the funeral. It wasn't because they lacked compassion; it was because of the unusual request made the surviving brother. He wanted the pastor to say of the deceased, "He was a saint."

Of course, no pastor would agree to do such a dishonest thing.

In desperation, the brother offered $1,000 to any pastor who would say the words during the funeral, and one pastor agreed to do so. He was a prominent pastor of a prestigious church, and the entire community was shocked when they heard of his decision.

When the day of the funeral came, everybody showed up — not because they cared anything for the dead guy, but they wanted to see if the pastor would really compromise himself for a mere thousand dollars.

When the moment arrived, the pastor delivered the epithet without a stutter,

"We all know that Charlie here was a wicked man. He was twisted, foul, perverse and full of the devil. But compared to his brother .... he was a saint!"

Never underestimate a preacher's ability to find a way to say it right — especially when money is on the line!