Shalom Ya’ll

Tracy , you have lifted the lid from the lamp , put an ash to the fuse , etc. few things entertain me like sharing my own thoughts . After reckoning that I would not be desecrating the Shabbat , I began to type , It was a dark and stormy night,no actually it was a deep east Texas summer day , you can go outside if you have to , but anything more than five minutes and you will have to cleanse yourself under running water. A few weeks ago I realized that I had piled vanities upon my yoke until I was unable to move. The good news was that I was now in the required position to began the first step in attempting any task , that’s right ,down on my hands an knees . Taking advantage of the situation I moved quickly to step two I began to pray fervently , ( eem me – od ? ) , for guidance . The pile of vanities are still stacked neatly on my yoke , but I no longer feel their weight. After I arose and began to move I realized that what I really wanted to do with my time was to love Yehovah with all my heart, and with all my soul , and with all my everything. And a large part of that to me was to understand Hebrew , not just to read it .Remember monkees can read writings of Aristotle , but they can’t “understand” them . I had been wishing that Keith would create a second series of Hebrew lessons , but despite the advice of a singing ” cricket ” wishing wasn’t working , and I remembered what I had so recently discovered. Quickly I got back in the proper position , moved on to step two , pleaded with The Father to have mercy on me , and then began to try with all my strength to express my gratitude until I was exhausted and still had not been able to let him know to my satisfaction , then he opened my eyes to the fact that he all ready knew. Fast forward to my birthday as I sat in this very chair typing with both fingers as I am now, about 11:00 a.m. gentile time I knew their was a package for me at the Post Office. I began the trip not in a rush, moving deliberately . I arrived at the office , went to my mailbox , inserted the key and pulled open the small door. It was empty except for the small yellow notification slip that I knew would be in their I took it out and proceeded into the inner office , to the counter and handed the slip to the nice lady who worked their as I had many times before. She placed the box in front of me on the counter , scanned it , and yes right their I had a moment of doubt , I asked her if she could tell me where it was from? She only mumbled a few meaningless initials and I took it and headed out the door. When I put it in the floorboard of my truck it seemed to make a sound as if their was a liquid container inside as my mind continued to search for anything I had recently ordered from amazon. Slowly and deliberately I returned home , went through the necessary steps , parking the truck closing and locking the garage and went inside . Now if you will remember what I previously stated about the deep east Texas late summer heat , well I looked like I had just gotten out of The Jordan and it had nothing to do with the package. I pulled my trusty electrician’s knife out of my pocket , a knife I’ve had for over thirty years and one which I had lost a few times , sometimes for several months I noticed the special blade that had once had a pronounced ” hawkbill ” was now worn perfectly straight , but it was razor sharp and it slid through the shipping tape like butter. I pulled back a cardboard flap and saw a beautiful blue star , that was when Old Kris began to sing , I had all ways been of the mindset that he should just write and leave the singing to someone else , but this time his voice sounded incredibly, no not beautiful ,it sounded ” perfect ” , as perfect as the number Seven , the number Seven like the one that once was on the back of a young Mickey Mantle , with the fabric stretched so tight you wondered why it didn’t tear. My lips trembled just like they are now and a tear almost formed as it nearly is now . And that’s what happened , you did say you wanted to hear more right ? if not I apologize , It’s not unusual for me to get carried away.

Shalom ,
Michael Gibson