Five Months In The Wilderness With Larry Crabb

Since Feb. CP and I have been teaching Sunday School and using the book "Sixty-Six Love Letters From God".  Five months of surveying the Old Testament hasn't been a rollicking good time, not to mention the horrendous body count and genealogies. 

Today we went over the intro to the New Testament, which was actually a summation of the hard lessons we were supposed to learn in the previous thirty-nine "love letters".  Like Moses leading the multitude I felt it appropriate to summarize our five months in the Sinai.

I said, "These five months have been like going to a psychiatrist. We laid on the couch and rattled on and got impatient and discouraged. Like a patient we asked the doctor, how long would he take to find out what's our problem is.  The shrink says, "I knew what your problem was after ten minutes, I was waiting for you to figure it out".  That's where we've been for five months, mired in the blood the guts and the beer, learning what the problem is.  Five months is better than five thousand years, and instead of losing people we gained a couple.  It was some tough stuff but I think we at least see our problem.

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I'm Not Dead Yet!

"I'm not as good as I once was, but once I'm as good as I ever was." 

Supposedly, in September I am going to work per diem. I will work thirty weeks a year without benefits as a way to cut back. I checked what I would get from Social Security if I retired and it may be enough to live in a van and panhandle. Getting old doesn't mean you can 't work sixteen hours a day, it means when you do it takes two days to get over it. It's sort of like a hangover without the fun. After a few moments of deliberation I decided to work three more years per diem instead of one more year of full time.  

I just see what happens to old guys sitting in rocking chairs. Their world shrinks and becomes just one big quest for finding a BOGO on frozen yogurt. This is all made possible by my successful spouse who has a power job with a REAL hospital.  For some men their goal in life is to marry a "go-getter". In the morning they take their wife to work, then at night they "go-get-her".  

For now I'll remain the grumpy old guy at work. Someone has to stick around and tell the residents that everything they learn in class is crap. Plus we just hired two new guys. The fact that I won't be the only guy working with six women gives me pause for hope.