Which Reminds Me

I forget exactly who it was who pointed out the grating sound of the voices of Bill and Gloria Gayther. They did write a couple of good songs that made them very popular but that probably would have been the end of their story if they had not gone out and hired lots of other people to do most of their singing so that nowadays we do not have to listen to an entire two or three hours of only Bill and Gloria. Obviously sometimes writing a good song that says something people can relate to is more important than just having the best voice.

Which Reminds Me

Many years ago while attending Oakland Park Assembly church I remember one night this lady came up to me and seemed to think she had a "word from the Lord" for me which was something about how I am expecting something to happen in the future and she is praying for me. So that was nice? I was not exactly sure what she meant by that. It was a bit puzzling. Was she wishing me well or to the contrary? It was not clear. Anyway, her comments were not solicited by me. Sometimes people just get these ideas in their heads and it is not clear why I should correct them when they think they are hearing "from the Lord." I cannot honestly say that I do not have any hopes for the future in terms of what the Lord may or may not do with me in the future. She was some Italian lady, possibly the wife or sister of Tom Endovino although I am not sure. I really did not know those people much. I barely remember the names and faces but I never really understood what their mental problem was.

Which Reminds Me

Why is everyone always accusing me of something? It's like if I were to say that the world is round they would argue the world is flat just to spite me, not because I actually said something wrong, and God forbid that I actually did something wrong, they would not hesitate to throw the book at me, so greatly do they despise and loathe me. So, like, am I surprised? Not really. I have grown accustomed to being treated like garbage even though I am not even remotely a Catholic German from Berlin and have no idea where they are coming from.

Which Reminds Me

During the year that I was at Evangel College I remember taking the New Testament Survey class, the professor being Gary Kellner. He was a fairly good teacher as I recall. One day he used the word "asinine" in forcefully making a certain point. A certain girl in the classroom spoke up and sharply rebuked the professor for using such a bad word. She was highly insulted by his use of such terminology. Flipping through the old '76-77 yearbook, the face of Jennifer Franklin leaps to mind although I am not sure. I do not remember discussing this with her but I do remember being asked about this later. It was shocking at the time to watch her create such a scene and disrupt the lecture flow in that way. She seemed to be misunderstanding the meaning of the word or the context of its use or something and taking it to be personal in a way that everyone else in the classroom was not getting. I mean, if the professor had been spewing D and F words probably the whole class would have been rioting but it was only an "A" word and spelled with only one "s." Whatever the point was I cannot quite recall but the "A" word seemed to fit the context of the moment. The "A" words does seem a bit too strong for casual conversation given the potential for misunderstanding and abuse by ignorant and vulgar persons but, anyway, I was more interested in completing my requisite college credits than in getting involved in Jennifer's obscure mental issues.

Which Reminds Me

Someone was saying that the Butterfields are angry with me. I don't remember why they were so angry with me and anyway I really don't care what they think about anything, truth be told. They are never going to have another chance to humiliate me that way again, whatever it was. I don't quite remember. I was maybe 6 or 7 when I was forced to stay at their miserable house for several days. Just being distantly related to me means nothing as all of my relatives are pathetic, especially the horrible Butterfield cousins. To them, being military is the only thing that matters in terms of American patriotism and citizenship, and yet they fail to see that being powerful enough to beat me up will get them nowhere in the long term, especially when they are fighting on the wrong side of history obviously. It is not enough to be military. You have to be fighting for the right side of something that matters. Just your being a loudmouthed bully will not win you any signal of recognition from me. I am just going to ignore all of this nonsense and never go there because, anyway, Jesus is going to win in the end and that is all that matters to me. I just want to be on Jesus' side.

Which Reminds Me

I vaguely recall Karen Asmuth in college talking about that science fiction/fantasy book by Madeleine L'Engle, "A Wrinkle in Time," in which she describes the United States as some sort of "heart" object located somewhere outside of Washington D.C. which produces a regular heartbeat but occasionally flops out of its place and has to be repositioned. I don't quite remember Karen's opinion of that. She was just describing the book she had read which she really liked. But of course Madeleine L'Engle is a British author so we must recall that her opinion of America would be somewhat skewed to the British-Canadian angle, obviously. L'Engle was perhaps one of those Ink Blot Society people but I really don't remember. I never read a book twice. Maybe that was what Karen was saying. I myself did read that book later also but it did not mean that much to me. I really don't remember anything about "It."

Which Somehow Reminds Me

Everyone remembers the story that Vicky Smeya told about how Roy Smeya invited her to a college banquet at Southwestern college in Texas and then she was sitting there at the banquet table thinking about how she wanted to get up and run out the door but she didn't and then later they were married because, as Roy said, she did not run away so she was apparently his friend. So that formula worked for them but it does not necessarily fit everyone else's circumstances. Not everyone wants to spend that much time hanging out with the Smeyas. They are not the King of anything.