Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember, way back in the beginning of this, someone saying that I would be like Joan of Arc, burnt at the stake and unable to defend herself from her accusers. So, Ok, fine. Whatever. Martyrdom is not fun, but it may have its rewards later, hopefully. 

Which Reinds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that for a few years in Fort Lauderdale, Pastor Cook was an assistant at a church we were attending there, and then he moved away. We heard that he later blew himself up. Yet another sad story that I do not want to hear more about. The only thing that I can remember about him is that he was from Illinois, a state of no interest to me. I never had much if any connection to Chicago.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I think that the verse is, in the NASB; " I press on toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus." Although other translations may use the owrd "mark" instead of "prize," still there is no idiot named Mark in this picture. Needless to say. Obviously.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that during high school I would occasionally write in my journal about various topics. However, the journal got lost somewhere in moving, and I cannot share that with you now. All I can remember is that sometimes I would journal about spiritual matters, and other times I would journal about how I am so lonely and I don't have any friends. So those were probably the main topics of my journal which seems to no longer exist anyway so why should you care now. It was just personal stuff.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that many years ago, while we were attending a church in Hialeah, my sister and I sang a trio in church with a certain Cuban guy named Mark, who also came to our house for the rehearsal, and that was the only time that I ever saw him. I have no other memory of Mark. I really do not understand why I would be getting emails about him, given that I really could not care less if I do not see him again during this lifetime. He just was not that important to me. I do not have so much time to worry about the idiotic rantings of irrelevant persons named Mark.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember being aware of the existence of North Central, which might be located somewhere in the state of Minneapolis, although you would not be able to prove that by me. The only thing that I can remember about North Central, is that I heard that Sherri Turnbull went there after she SCC. What she did there I have no idea, she does not want to talk to me, so, OK, fine, I do not need her problems anyway. I have enough problems already without her Panama-Uruguay-Minneapolis-Jim Bakker stuff.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember reading in the diaries of great-grandmother about the existence of her dear friend Anna Bealls, who apparently was her lifelong friend since her early days in Ohio. 

That said, I do not quite see how this Mr. Beals fits into the picture, the spelling does not quite seem to fit, unless maybe he was somehow related to that lunatic who fought in the Spanish-American War and whose memory I heard being maligned and cursed by some wicked Cuban witch, along with that of Lucille Ball. As if some hateful Cuban witch would have anything worth listening to, having been so late to flee the decadence of low-life Cuban bandleaders. I was not quite sure what I was hearing in regards to that, so I would only be stabbing in the dark if I were to say something about that.