Tuesday, December 29, 2015

Old Christmas



"Old Christmas":  The name applied to January 6th as the final day of the "twelve days of Christmas.

Many believe it to be the true record of Christ’s birth.

Not sure myself.

We always kept our tree up when I was a kid, and our stockings  were hung by the fireplace until after the 6th.

Mother told us Santa Clause might stop back by again, if we were good.

You just know we liked that part of "Old Christmas":, and we really did give, it... A... for effort..


Back in them days, stockings didn’t look like the fuzzy red stockings we hang today.

 They were actually the socks (or "stockings") of the kids.

  Dad told me the ones he used as a kid had  lots of holes in them.

Christmas was adapted to what you had for sure, we didn't have any electricity until I was 8 years old.


 Our fireplace was  multi-purpose,  heating, lighting,  baking potatoes, popping pop corn, boiling water,were  a few of the things we used it for.

Its sizzling crackling sound on a cold wintery night could help you fall sleep .

A world of difference from the world we live in today, were we have everything we need, plus more.

Many of our stockings had holes in them also, some were  big enough to see the gift without reaching inside. 

For a ice cream treat we'd go outside scoop up some clean, white, fluffy snow  from the ground, add  vanilla , sugar , and milk to it for zesty snow cream . 

"Old Christmas": was fun ;  just as exciting as the December 25th Christmas for us, we didn't mind if it   came in January, especially when Santa happened by again.



Until Next Time.    God Bless.


My Meditation by,   Coleman

Happy New year  to all of you, you are the greatest !!!  thanks for reading my meditations this year, and for your comments, enjoy them much, May the coming year be a Blessed  and prosperous one for each of you.




Isaiah 9:6



For a child will be born to us, a son will be given to us; And the government will rest on His shoulders; And His name will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Eternal Father, Prince of Peace.




Wednesday, December 23, 2015

Celebrating The Holidays




Like the Chinese we Kentuckians have been noted for celebrating  the Holidays with some fire works of our own.

Especially Christmas and New Years...when I was a teen... I remember going to "Minnie Hinkle's Store"... not to far away from our home.

Minnie sold  about anything and everything the community had need of.

One of my  favorite things Minnie sold during the Holiday was fire crackers.

 My older brother and  my Uncle usually came in from Michigan, We'd go out to Minnie's to buy  fire works.

Minnie wasn't a licensed dealer to my knowledge.

 Seems, back at that time, it was un-lawful to sell fire works, in that part of the State any way.

 After taking your order Minnie waited until she  could catch a break from the counter, then  she'd sneak into the back room to fill it.

When she returned, she'd give them to you, while no one was looking .

Minnie sold them by the pack, or by the carton, didn't matter to her, occasionally, she had  M-80's , a super sized fire cracker that made a "Big Bang".

 We were sure to get some of those when she had them.

 It was always exciting making our purchase for firecrackers, we could hardly wait for Christmas and New years  to arrive.

On Christmas and New Years, it was one big bang after another, until they were gone.

Our neighbors probably thought we were a little  crazy and some what strange the way we did our  celebrating. if so they kept the thought to themselves.

Some of my fondest memories at Christmas and New years time, are those  we celebrated when I  was younger, with fire works from Minnie Hinkle's  store.


Zechariah 9:9

 “Rejoice greatly, O daughter of Zion!
Shout, O daughter of Jerusalem!
Behold, your King is coming to you;
He is just and having salvation,
Lowly and riding on a donkey,
A colt, the foal of a donkey.
 

 


Until Next Time.    God Bless. 

My Meditations by,

Coleman Schell


Wednesday, December 16, 2015

Daisy Red Ryder



The Red Ryder was in 1945 the best known BB gun ever built.

I received mine on Christmas day in 1948.

The rifle was a special gift every boy hopes to get for Christmas.

Of all the Christmas gifts I've received thru out the years, this one is still at the top of my list.

My Daisy Red Ryder had lever-cocking action for loading the BB's into its chamber.

The magazine I want to say probably held around 500 BB's.

Me and the rifle became good friends,  I could hit the bull's eye, on targets  made of cardboard  fairly often.

Hitting can's on top of a fence post was a little easier for me.

 I was feeling  pretty comfortable with the rifle, and  thought we were o.k.

Until one day I forgot to return the cocking lever back to its proper place.

When I pulled the trigger it slammed down on my middle finger smashing it really hard, I still have the scar from that lever today.

I kept my rifle for several years after the incident , but finally lost track of it. 

When I think about the Daisy Red Ryder today, my smashed finger still tingles a bit. 

 The strongest memories of life often come in strange and memorable  ways, this was definitely a strange and memorable one for me.

Until Next Time.   God Bless.

Coleman Schell





Tuesday, December 8, 2015

Reda Drive Inn Theater


When my oldest sister Fern starting courting, I got to tag a long on one of her dates.

Her boy friend Lester had promised to take her to see a movie called  "The Kentuckian" when it came out in 1955.

 Some of the movie had been filmed at the " Levi Jackson park near our home" some at the "Cumberland Falls".

So naturally we were all looking forward to seeing that part of the movie if nothing else.

Lester pulls up in his Chevrolet Pick up truck around 6:00 pm, plenty of time to get us there before dark.

The Reda Drive Inn Theater opened in 1953 and had just been open a couple years.

Lester parked us about mid way of its 400 car parking spaces .

 We  decided to go the concession stand for soft drinks and pop corn before movie time.

On the way back a few of the cars were honking their horns to start the movie. 

Perhaps they thought honking the horn might have an impact on starting time.

We thought "The Kentuckian" was the best movie ever and stayed until the very end.

 Several cars  beside us left a few minutes early; guess they didn't want to get caught in the traffic jam, that   happens when 400 cars all think of leaving at the same time.

 About 15 minutes later the traffic dyed down a bit Lester decided to go,  pulling out and, merging with the rest of the traffic.

 The overhead lights were on  and  people  were having a ball blowing their horns,what young people will do to have fun .

 I was so proud of Lester and Fern,  for letting me tag a long that night and  being a part of their date, and for Lester's cool demeanor  he demonstrated  getting us out  of the Reda Drive Inn Theater safely.

Until Next Time.  God Bless. 

Coleman Schell

Monday, November 30, 2015

A Best Friend



 In grade school Kenneth Sweet was a best friend of mine, the two of us traveled hundreds of miles on his bicycle.

We took turns handle baring each other, so the both of us could ride at the same time.

Most every week we took a trip somewhere in the neighborhood, visiting with friends and  our local store.
 
Going to the store  was a treat, because that's where we could find our favorite soft drink  RC Cola.

When we'd get us one, it never seemed to taste right until  we had a Moon Pie to go with it.

 If we didn't have the moon pie which seldom happened, we'd pour a pack of peanuts into our RC Cola. and drink and eat the peanuts .

 We'd take turns  staying over night with each other.

When I would spend the night with Kenneth, his mother  fixed the best breakfast ever .

 She made fried bologna for us.

 Up until then I had never eaten fried bologna before.

I liked it so well, I must have had a couple helpings.

 When I got home I asked Mother if she could  buy some bologna  and fry it for us.

 When she went to the store she had them sliced her a couple pounds and fried it for our breakfast the next day , the whole family liked it.

 After that, dad started buying us a whole roll of bologna at a time, when he had the money.

 I still love my fried bologna today  as well as a bologna sandwich every now and then. 

Haven't seen Kenneth in a bunch of years, I bet he too  hasn't for gotten our sleep overs and the  good breakfasts we had  together.

Good memories are a blessing.

Philippians 1:3-5                    
I thank my God in all my remembrance of you, always in every prayer of mine for you all making my prayer with joy, because of your partnership in the gospel from the first day until now.

 The times I spent  with my best friend Kenneth were priceless, and I'm thankful for each one of them.

 
Until next time,  God Bless.


Coleman Schell


Saturday, November 21, 2015

Country Living, Southern Style.



Fall brings an end to summer flowers,  replacing them with Mums, Dahlias, Zinnias.

Bright flaunting colors of autumn appear through out the country side ushering in cooler mornings ,frosty white roofs, and the smell of wood burning from chimneys tops .

This time of the year the kitchen becomes the center of most family life, just as it was when the first pioneer settlers built cabins in the wilderness.

The red-or blue checked tablecloths and curtains, the warmth of a fireplace, the smell of good food cooking, these linger in the memories of generations of country people.

Thanksgiving and Christmas, fried chicken and  home made corn bread, all originate in the kitchen.

As I look back I realize how that friendly warm kitchen knit the family together.

To my way of thinking family rooms have never succeeded in replacing the kitchen, in the hearts and minds of most family's.

When people left home to go up north to find work, you ask any of them what they missed most about being away from the country.

And you will probably hear about... soup beans... corn bread...  sallet greens...  fresh milk... and butter... eggs and country ham... hot biscuits and gravy.

All cooked country style and shared in the  family kitchen.

Until Next Time.   God Bless.

Coleman Schell

Tuesday, November 17, 2015

Aunt Verne and Charlie




In the 1970's I used to visit with my Aunt Verne and Charlie a lot, we had some good times together, once I remember we got on the subject of Daylight saving time, the pros and cons of it, while I was there.

It seems when everyone else set their clocks to comply with the time change, Aunt Verne and Charlie's clocks stayed the same.

I'm not sure when our nation started doing the time change, but I think it was back when Roosevelt was president.

Aunt Verne and Charlie complained about it then, and when I visited with them they hadn't switched their view about it at all.

As long as I knew them they never once apologized for their strong independence on leaving their clocks set the same all year long.

Charlie often pulled out his Waltham pocket watch from the bib of his overall's to check the time.

He said it only had one speed, and why would he want to change that.

Good question I thought to myself, Charlie's reasoning was that the sun came up and went down the same no matter what time you had your clock set too.

Aunt Verne and Charlie were in their late seventy's when I last visited with them.

Charlie said to me at that time; our time is about out, and I plan on keeping my Waltham set the same until that happens, no matter what the rest of the world thinks about it.

The more I've thought about this matter; who knows maybe  Aunt Verne and Charlie had it right, and the rest of us have never caught on.

Until Next Time.  God Bless.

Coleman Schell

Tuesday, November 10, 2015

Renfro Valley "A Place Like No Other"


Renfro Valley

One of my earliest -- and most vivid -- memories of Renfro Valley, Kentucky.

Happened when I first started driving and going  places for myself.


I had always loved country music. I cannot remember a time when I was not aware of it.

Whether it was coming from my car radio while  I was driving, or coming from my uncle's fingers when he played the banjo at family gatherings.

Situated in the Cumberland Mountains of Rockcastle County, Kentucky, Renfro Valley was a sleepy  little farming town until 1939, when John Lair brought it to national prominence

Today, Renfro Valley is the music capital  of Kentucky and  known around the world.

When I went there for my first visit in the 1950'sThe "Sunday Mornin' Gatherin' was popular.

I remember attending  the Gatherin a couple times, as well as the Saturday night barn dance, I thought they both were  good and that they featured the best "Hilly-Billy and gospel music" I'd ever heard.

The Appalachian Harvest Festival, held in early October, is three days of "old timely things."  featuring... round-the-clock music... as well as mule-drawn molasses making... a wagon train... clogging show... craft demonstrations...a turkey shoot...and a popular Country Music Talent Search.

I loved attending Renfro Valley back then and still do today, I have listened to the  Sunday "Mornin Gatherin" for many years on the radio,  Renfro Valley is a place where "Time Stands Still" for me.

Until Next Time.  God Bless.

Coleman Schell

Monday, November 2, 2015

Granny Brock Parman



We lived near Granny Brock Parman, my mothers mother, for several years.

Granny was kind of short, I'm guessing maybe less than 5 ft. tall.

Granny's hair was turning grey,  it looked so radiant and beautiful on her.

She was a pretty woman:  some what independent  and one , who knew her own mind.

And didn't seem to care what other people thought of her, she just went about doing her own thing.

 She often told wonderful stories about the pioneer days.

We would sit and not say a word for a long time as we listened to them.

 She wrote and published many of her stories in the sentential-Echo News Paper.

She called her article  "Mediations by Miss Carrie."

It  became a favorite part of the paper  and read by perhaps thousands during the years she published it.

I  liked her meditations so much I borrowed the title to use for my writings,  hope you don't mind Granny.

 I will never be able to write like Granny, as much as I would like too, that part of Granny's life is un matched by anyone.

  A legend in her time, a gifted writer, a good friend to many, were just a few of the  afterbutes,  Granny Brock Parman had . 

Until Next Time.   God Bless.

Coleman Schell


Monday, October 26, 2015

Superstitions



 My life and the lives of  my family was affected by many kinds of superstitions.

There were sayings for just about anything that happened.

When the trees leaves turned underside over, it would soon rain.

Never have your tooth pulled if the signs of the Zodiac are in the head.

 The Farmers Almanac proclaimed certain days  were best  for planting  your root crops .

 May was considered flower days, if you planted cucumbers or squash the first of the month , you would get thousands of blooms but no cucumber's or squash.

 Certain phases of the moon were  better  for planting potatoes than others.

Superstitions on  an even greater degree, had some people afraid to let their children look in a mirror until they were a year old.

It was said if you did it could bring bad luck, or they might even die.

Killing a toad frog accidentally, could cause your cow to give bloody milk.

If you carried a shovel through the house a grave would soon need to be dug.

Being around practices such as these, probably helped me a lot in my later years.

To plan life more on the real world and less on superstitions

Still today I'm reminded of the powerful persuasion and  influence superstitions left on me.

 Such as the one about a black cat crossing your path will cause you bad luck before your journey is over, its hard to let go of some of these saying once they sink in to your mind. 

I still flinch today when a black cat crosses my path.

Strange isn't it, how something as simple as  superstition can control our thinking and behavior if we succumb to it.

Until Next Time.    God Bless

Coleman Schell

Sunday, October 18, 2015

Higher Plans


As a young boy I had my mind pretty much set on being a farmer , that was about all I'd ever  known or done.

Farming seemed more likely  to be my future than anything else.

 Little did I know God was going to take  me in a different direction though, a direction that would lead me into construction and working for Him.

The Bible reveals that God has a plan for every life, and that if we live in fellowship with Him, He will direct and lead us into the fulfillment of this plan.

God doesn't reveal His plans through fortune tellers, astrologers, soothsayers,  and workers of hocus-pocus. His perfect will is reserved to those who have trusted Christ as Savior.


 God wants and longs to show us His will, And He is willing to share it with us when we are redeemed and ready to follow Him.


 He doesn't do this all at once, as many of us would like for Him to do, but  what He does do is give it to us one step at a time .

Jeremiah 29:11

 For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, saith the Lord, thoughts of peace, and not of evil, to give you an expected end.

His expected end for each of our lives, is much greater than anything we can plan, or put together for ourselves.

I worked 25 years in construction, helping build a lot of beautiful and famous building in the Detroit Mi. area.

 "Ford Field home of the Detroit Lions football team." was the last one I worked on before retirement. I was proud to have gotten to work on such a prestigious  building.

I enjoyed a long and adventurist career, I drive by some of  the buildings I worked on today, and I  marvel as I see them in use years later. 

I retired in 2000 .


I am now doing things a bit more casual; enjoying my family life, writings my meditations, doing medical transportation part time, and sharing the love of God were ever I go .

 Let God's plans for your life supersede your own, and let Him bless you with  divine guidance.

 He really does  know your end much better than you. 


Until next time,  God Bless.


Coleman Schell

Tuesday, October 13, 2015

Shuck Beans

In olden days, families eat what they grew.

Each family had its cornfield and a garden, and they both were important to survival.

In our garden we grew lots of beans, beans were easy to grow and easy to prepare and you could save them for use at a later time.

You could cook them fresh when you picked them from the vine, or they could be canned or dried.

Some of my favorite beans that we grew were...white half runners... the striped cornfield bean...and the Kentucky wonder. 

There were a couple ways for drying beans; dried beans were called Shuck Beans by many .

One  way was to use a big darning needle threaded with heavy duty thread.

The needle was inserted between a couple of the middle beans, you knotted the tread on the end of the string first so the beans wouldn't slip off .

When you had a string that was maybe two to three ft. long you tied it off,  hung it up on the porch, or some place where they would be out of the weather to dry.

The beans would shrivel up and turn a straw color, when  dried.

After they dried you put them in a cloth sack for storage.

The other way, was to break them into bite size pieces, place them on a white cloth in a sunny place to dry for a few days; either way worked well.

A good way to cook shuck beans was to soak them one to two hrs. in water.

Then rinse and put a slab of salt cured bacon in with them and let the cooking begin.

When they were done you had yourself, some shuck beans that tasted like, no other bean you ever ate.

Our gardens feed us, the cornfields feed the animals.

 What a blessing.

Until Next Time.   God Bless.

Coleman Schell




Tuesday, October 6, 2015

Stained Memories

As I look back on my life, I'm impressed with how many memories I have of childhood.

This one happened when I was 10 or 12 years old.

Fall of the year was a good time to go squirrel hunting, Hickory nuts were ripe, and squirrels  loved them.

The ground underneath the trees would be covered with shavings from the squirrels cutting them open to eat.

 If you were clever enough to slip up on them while they were eating , you had a decent chance at bagging one and bringing it home for dinner.

Usually the squirrels spotted you way before you spotted them .

And for that reason most of the time I returned home with my pockets full of hickory nuts instead of any game.

Walnuts, Hazelnuts, and beechnuts grew in the fence rows and fields near our home.

In the fall us kids would take a coffee sack made of burlap, and go hunting for them.

Around the walnut trees the ground would be covered with leaves and walnuts, we'd rake back the leaves with our hands and feet, and fill up our bag .

After gathering them, came the unpleasant task of hulling them. 

I remember how embarrassed we were to go to school afterwards with stains on our hands from the walnut juice.

The stain from the walnuts wouldn't come off with soap and water, you had to wear it off, and that took some time.

No wonder I remember those days, they were days that left stains on my overalls, my hands, and my mind .

But they were good days, and the stains worth it.

Especially when mother served some of her molasses bread, in mid winter, made with walnuts added to it. 

Until Next time.   God bless.

Coleman Schell

Tuesday, September 29, 2015

Begining of Autumn

I always liked to hold on to the crisp refreshing air of early fall in Kentucky.

Mornings from the cooler nights in August,often
brought dense fogs .


By mid morning  though, the fogs would lift and the rest of the day would be just gorgeous. 

I often wished I could hoard some of those last of summer days away somewhere.

So that in the dead  part of winter, I might take one out and enjoy it all over again.

  The beginning of Fall was a special time of year on the farm, one of the task that came with it at our house was, saving  some seeds from the years crops, to plant the next year.

Dad would let the beans dry on the plant, and we'd save as many as he figured we needed for next year's crop

He would pick out the biggest  most perfect tomatoes.


 Scrape out the seeds from them, place the seeds on a white cloth, to dry in the sun. 

 Later when they were dry, he would put them in a jar, for storage .

And he would save seeds from  the melons, pumpkins,cushaws, corn, and so forth.

After the seeds were save...  the tobacco cut...the potatoes dug... and the corn gathered...it was time to start cutting fire wood, and stove wood for the winter .

Wood cutting lasted until we had enough  to keep us warm for the winter.

If dad  was fortunate enough to have money to buy coal, we didn't have to cut as much

November was a time to grade the tobacco, and get it ready for market, and do the Hog butchering for our winter meat.

By now it was usually turning cold , and we'd see flocks of Geese flying over head, going south  on their way for winter.

The beginning of Autumn in Kentucky, brings back a lot of good memories for me,  memories of family life on the farm when I was younger.


Until Next Time.  God Bless.

Coleman Schell

Wednesday, September 23, 2015

Flour Sacks


"Repair, reuse, make do, and don't throw anything away" was a common motto at our home during the Depression days of the 1940's.


 Very few families had enough money to buy new clothes at a store.

Mother mended our socks and sewed patches over the holes in our clothes.

Clothes were "recycled" and reused as younger children "made do" with hand-me-downs from other family members.

When  Dad brought home sacks of flour or livestock feed,  Mother used the sacks to sew everything from girls' dresses to boys' shirts from them.

Our favorite brand of flour was... Courtesy flour...it came in printed sacks and mother saved them all .

Besides being coveted for the beautiful printed designs , the flour was some of the best you could buy .

 Home made biscuits made form it was a testimony of its goodness.

And mothers black-berry dumplings were  simply amazing.


I always said,when you ate a dish of her black-berry dumplings, you had to pat your foot while eating them to contain yourself,  because they were that good.

Providing the dress's the shirts and all the good eating , Courtesy Flour was  certainly a big hit  with our family.

 It  also was a great  help, in us getting through the Depression and  us having decent cloths to wear to school.

Until Next Time.  God Bless.

Coleman Schell




Tuesday, September 15, 2015

JFG Coffee

Breakfast started early at our house when I was a kid, It started out with daddy  building a fire in the cook stove.

 Mother measuring out some JFG coffee for the coffee pot.

 Using an  aluminum percolator,  dad bought for her  birthday.

The percolator was a welcomed relief over the pot she'd been using .

Mother loved the new pot ,and made hundreds of cups of coffee in it before giving it up for an electric one.

As soon as the stove was hot  enough, she placed the pot on one of the burner plates, to heat up.

Didn't take it long to start perking,  and its aroma  began   radiating through out the house.

The soothing JFG smell would wake up the soundest of  sleepers my Grandpa Cap always said.

As soon as I would get a whiff of it in my bed room, I knew breakfast was in the making..

When breakfast was ready mother would call us to come eat.

I remember her pouring daddy a cup first, then  pouring  herself one and then she'd pour some of the coffee in a saucer, cooling it with her breath, then drinking it.

Drinking coffee that way, was a bit unusual I reckon, compared to the way most people drink it.

She would  dunk a biscuit in it sometimes and eat the "soaky" biscuit.

We just had a special mother in more ways than one, and drinking her coffee the way she did,  was one of the special things I remember about her.

I tried her way a few times, but preferred mine in the cup .

I think she was the only one of us who liked coffee that way.


JFG Coffee was Founded in 1919, and, had for their slogan.

"JFG Special Coffee. The Best Part of the Meal."

For our family I'd have to say that  pretty much summed up the way we felt about it too.

Until Next Time.   God Bless.

Coleman Schell

Sunday, September 6, 2015

Cracker Jacks

The Cracker Jack candy treat has been around for a long time, and even in my own lifetime ( some 76 years) not much has changed to its long standing, and its  popularity among kids.

  The  box still has the familiar sailor boy saluting us with his trusty dog .

Best I remember, their names were Sailor Jack and Bingo.

Kids today, even with the wide variety of candy treats available to them, still like and enjoy opening a box of Cracker Jacks, and looking for the prize inside.

They were  popular when I was a kid.

I got my first box in my stocking, on Christmas Eve.

Along with the Cracker Jacks,  was an apple, orange, a pack of Juicy Fruit gum and a package of corn candy.


Not sure how Santa came up with this combination.

The Cracker Jacks drew my attention .

I opened them and began eating; they were delicious, I formed a liking for them right away.

My prize was a little red car made out of metal, I was so proud to get it.

I kept the little car for several years, before finally losing it.

Bet you have some Cracker Jack stories of your own, to share ,seems like most everyone does.

Until next Time.  God Bless.

Coleman Schell

 

Monday, August 31, 2015

A Willow Tooth Brush

Wow we have come a long way with Dentistry.

My first tooth brush was made from a willow tree branch.

The process  went something like this, you took the branch and frayed one end of it with a knife until it was flexible like a tooth brush is today.

Then you were ready to dip the frayed part of the branch into some baking Soda, and begin your brushing.

Pretty crud, but when you had no tooth brush  and no tooth paste at all, it beat the heck out of nothing.

I was twenty years old before seeing my first Dentist  and started caring for my teeth the way we do today.

Its a wonder any of us had any teeth left by twenty, but some how, the diet we grew up on didn't promote tooth decay like the diets a lot of us have today.

Fortunately for me, most of my teeth were fixable at twenty, and I still have them today.

Wasn't so for  Mother and Dad, and their generation  they struggled for years with teeth problems before getting any help.

So if you have beautiful teeth today "Thank God for them" and thank Him for modern day Dentistry.

 My advice to you is, take advantage of all the good Dentistry today, and keep your teeth as long as you can.

The Willow tooth brush was helpful in my day, but no match for the wonderful tooth brushes and Dental care  available to us today.

Until next Time. God Bless.

Coleman Schell  

Tuesday, August 25, 2015

A Whopping amount of change

Since the start of my schooling in the 1940's I have witnessed a whopping amount of change.

I've come from and era of walking a mile or so to school, to an era where parents drive their children to school or, they are picked up by bus.

The school buildings have changed;  from one room,    heated with wood and coal.

  To multi-rooms  today using high efficient gas furnaces and air conditioning. 

 Teaching methods have changed; the ones we used in the 40's are pretty much gone.

Teachers have changed .

Text books have changed .

Almost nothing remains of the 1940's teaching principles  and methods I grew up with.

 Such as having good manners, respecting your elders, helping others---- reciting a Bible verse before class and , pledging allegiance to our flag .

 So much change.

After diligent thought to this and some 76 years of practicing the things I learned from my schooling.

I must confess I'm a bit uncertain where we are going with today's teaching.

 Hopefully everything will work out for the best , and my concerns want be warranted.

 The Bible tells us; all things happen in our lives for a reason .

I'm probably a bit ole fashion,  defending  my generations teaching the way I do.

  The  education era I came through , in my opinion, was an era that brought America to its finest hour.

Hopefully the generation of today, will be able to say the same about theirs.

Until next time.  God Bless.

Coleman Schell











Sunday, August 16, 2015

Close to Christ

A young man from Ireland, Joseph Scriven  (1820-1886).

Was deeply in love with his girl friend and they had made plans to be married.

The night before their wedding she was drowned in a tragic accident.

For months Joseph was bitter and in utter despair.

At last he turned to Christ for help.

In the grace of Christ he found peace and comfort.

Out of this tragic experience he wrote the familiar and well known hymn that has brought consolation to untold multitudes  of aching hearts.

"What A Friend We Have In Jesus / All our sins and grief to bear ! "

Some times our way in life bask in the sunlight.

It was much like that for Joseph Scriven as he approached his wedding day.

 But like him, we may find for ourselves  that the path ahead leads through the dark shadows of loss, disappointment and sorrow.

Yet like for Scriven even sorrows turn to blessings when they make us less attached to the world and more attached to God.

It is at those times more than ever we find that Jesus truly is our friend-----"All our sins and griefs to bear !"

I too like Joseph Scriven have walked through the dark shadows of loss, disappointment and sorrow in my life.
 
When we lost our son to Leukemia at the age of 21, was such a time, I must say that was a sorrow and dark shadow like none I'd ever been through.

And like Joseph Scriven  I  too  turned to Christ for  help when the grief was to much to bear .

What a Friend He has been to me over the years He will be your friend  also, if you ask Him to.


Psalms 46:1
God is our refuge and strength, an ever present help in trouble.

Until next time,  God Bless.


Coleman Schell