Every so often, I come across something so full of truth, I can see the fingerprint of God.

The movie “Nefarious” was one of these times.

The reviews were all over the place, one star to ten stars, giving the overall rating 5.5 out of 10.

I had seen it in the Fandango App. It was listed as horror, so I never even considered it as something we would like to see. But, I began to hear about it from some trusted sources, so I told Wendy I wanted to see it.

We read a few reviews, and the bad ones were a bit discouraging, but the good ones were giving it 9 and 10 stars, and the reviews seemed as iff they were seeing the movie through different eyes than the 1 and 2 stars reviews.

Then I read one that said it looked as if it had a budget of $5.00, and he described his perception of it, and I wondered if maybe it wouldn’t be that good. Until I read that he left after 30 minutes.

I remembered the sources that I trusted that said I had to see it, so we bought our tickets.

I will not spoil it for you.

We were transfixed from the opening scene until the closing credits.

This film is among the most inspired writing and acting I have ever seen.

My friend, Joey, said, “It’s a masterpiece.”

You need to see it.

Don’t let another man’s opinion keep you from taking this step into a world that most humans never open their eyes to see.

The movie is full of truth.

It may open your eyes to a path to a Life that could save your life.


Or it may inspire you to pay more attention to The One who made you.

Romans 6:22-23



April 9, 2017

A couple of weeks ago, a friend asked me if the Bible was the only holy book I read.

It is, but how do you answer that question?

I didn’t answer at first, but I did think about it.

He asked me a second time.

When I was in college, and searching for some truth, (notice the word “some”) I did read writings from all types of religious and philosophical beliefs.

Honestly, though, it wasn’t like I was on some grand quest to find truth. (Thanks, Wendy, for helping me with that word, “quest.”
You complete me.
Like, we share one brain.) I just figured, my parents couldn’t possibly be right with all the stuff I had heard all my life. I wanted some new information. But, again, I wasn’t all that diligent in my search.

But, when I turned 26, had a few years of marriage behind me, a kid, a life of our own. The things that I had thought in my college days would satisfy me, didn’t.

I was still open to spiritual suggestions, but, truthfully, I really wasn’t driven that way. Somebody needed to come up to me and say, “Here’s what you need to do.”

So, one day, I was particularly down in the “slough of despond” and all I knew to do was to cry out (silently, of course) to the God my parents had believed in. “WHY?”

He answered. A light switched on.

The answer included the one holy book, the Bible.

It proved to answer every cry of my heart, every cry of despair, every cry of boredom with life.

The more I read it, the more clearly I saw my world explained, corrected.

Truth appeared, and has continued to expand through the years, the more I read that one book.

I stopped searching for the truth, because I found Him.

My new search began.

Getting to know Him.

Learning the joy of finding His pleasure.

I realized that there was a Creator of Infinite Wisdom and Truth receiving me into His very own family.

There were others, too, that I began to meet, who were a part of this new family. We shared something that I had never known before. They understood my search, and my discovery.

I really like this family.



April 8, 2016

Matt. 13:31, 17:20

Mark 4:31

Luke 13:19, 17:6

Mustard Seed Observations

“Here is another illustration Jesus used: “The Kingdom of Heaven is like a mustard seed planted in a field. It is the smallest of all seeds, but it becomes the largest of garden plants; it grows into a tree, and birds come and make nests in its branches.””

Matthew 13:31-32 NLT

1. The life is in a mustard seed, but it doesn’t become “fruitful” until it falls to the ground and dies.

“Jesus said, “How can I describe the Kingdom of God? What story should I use to illustrate it? It is like a mustard seed planted in the ground. It is the smallest of all seeds, but it becomes the largest of all garden plants; it grows long branches, and birds can make nests in its shade.””

Mark 4:30-32 NLT

2. If you want the intense flavor of mustard, you have to first crush the seed.

“Then Jesus said, “What is the Kingdom of God like? How can I illustrate it? It is like a tiny mustard seed that a man planted in a garden; it grows and becomes a tree, and the birds make nests in its branches.””

Luke 13:18-19 NLT

3. There has to be a seed, before there can be a plant.

““You don’t have enough faith,” Jesus told them. “I tell you the truth, if you had faith even as small as a mustard seed, you could say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it would move. Nothing would be impossible. ””

Matthew 17:20 NLT

4. The faith of a mustard seed is allowing the Life inside it to become a mustard plant.

“The Lord answered, “If you had faith even as small as a mustard seed, you could say to this mulberry tree, ‘May you be uprooted and thrown into the sea,’ and it would obey you!”

Luke 17:6 NLT

5. The “faith of a mustard seed” has nothing to do with size. It has to do with purpose.

6. You can’t be a mustard plant, unless you have been given the seed.

Conclusion: No mountain of obstacles to your life, or deep rooted tree of habit or sin can remain if you allow the God who gives you the second life to have control of the first.



April 7,2017

My father-in-law.

I learned more history today, the East Texas kind.

Blair’s dad, Brosure (Ambrose Davy Wright), when he was a young man, bought a new suit to wear on a date with a pretty young lady that he and his older brother, Hiram, knew.
He laid out the suit, then went outside to get the horse and wagon ready.
His brother, Hiram, went inside, put on the suit, and waited until the wagon was ready.
Brosure came in, Hiram went out a different door, got in the wagon, and had his own date.
With the same girl.
When he got home that night, Brosure was waiting in the dark, with a whip, and proceeded to tear the suit he had bought to shreds, tore the shirt off Hiram’s back with the same whip.
Brosure went inside.
Years later, Uncle Hiram showed Blair the scars on the back from the “discipline” administered by his younger brother.
Hiram kinda chuckled, “Oh, I deserved what I got, but, if I’da had a gun, I’da probably shot him. But, you know, I knew I was wrong. An hour later, it was all over and done with. We were still brothers.”

Brosure married a different girl, Bessie Alice Wren. He started a transport company that traveled between Dallas and Shreveport.
He told Blair about coming to Belzora Landing, (just south of Hawkins, on the Sabine river) and taking the ferry across.

When Blair was young, the family lived at “the old Taylor place” as sharecroppers. Blair remembered that they had some Elm trees in the yard, down near the creek, and he and his friend would pretend to be Tarzan, (Johnny Wiesmuller version) and they would bounce the elm branches down and leap to another branch.
“Hey, Tarzan, you see that?”
“Yeah, Tarzan, I sure did. Watch this!”

There used to be a dentist in Lindale whose office was above the drug store/soda shop. His office had a window that opened out onto a flat roof.
When he pulled someone’s teeth, he would just drop ’em out the window onto the roof.
Blair said there was something intriguing about seeing teeth that way, and they used to go up on the roof to see them. Once, he counted over forty teeth.

Sometimes, someone would say,”It’s been awhile since we all went down to the river,” so the weekend would come, they’d hitch up their wagons and gather at the Sabine River, for fishing, talking, campfires, and stories. So many stories.
The ladies liked these outings, because, the distance between homes in the Lindale woods didn’t give them much chance for conversation.
Whoever came, came. Whoever didn’t come, didn’t.
The men would unload their guns, lean them up against a tree, and they would stay there through the weekend until the owner picked it up to leave.
There was usually a brown jug of whiskey on a log, to share with whosoever will. Most just took an occasional sip, but occasionally someone would drink too much and would pass out.
They used to say, “Bad people pass out, but the good people go on.”

Brosure had a younger brother, Emmett. Blair said he was a little bit tongue-tied.
Once he picked up a hitchhiker, and the hitchhiker put the stuff he was carrying in the back. Emmett never looked back there.
The next day, the police came, told Emmett that they found a stolen tommy gun in his wagon, and arrested him.
The trial was questionable, but Emmett was convicted and sentenced to fifteen years at the Huntsville prison farm. He always claimed it belonged to the hitchhiker.
He escaped the farm three times, would travel from Huntsville back to the Lindale Mineola area, hiding when he heard a vehicle, hitching a ride with the people that would pass by in a wagon, offering his services as a farm hand. Everyone liked Emmett.
He would eventually make it back to his brother, Hiram’s house, and he would live in the woods on his property. He had a homemade bow and arrows.
Brosure told Blair, “One time, we were all over at Hiram’s house, and Emmett showed us how to shoot a bow. He drew back, we heard the whoosh of the arrow, and the thud, as the arrow went through Hiram’s rooster’s head, and pinned it to a tree. Hiram couldn’t be mad at Emmett cuz, that was how he survived in the woods. Everybody liked old Emmett.”
After Emmett escaped the third time, the authorities told him that they wouldn’t take him back to prison if he would leave Texas and never come back.
So, Hiram moved to New Jersey.
He still came back for an occasional family reunion.

Blair told me, that he never planned ahead. I guess that is why he remembers all these wonderful stories. Everyday was a day to be lived. You lived, you saw, you listened, you learned, you remembered.

One day at a time.