A new thought, bottle babies, Mama

In church last night our pastor had Bro. Walker preach since he and his family are still in the area. He preached out of the Song of Solomon in a way I have never heard it presented before. He presented it as a picture of how Christ lives the church and how we ought to also love the Lord; so far, nothing really new. The “shepherd boy” of chapter one, whether a representation of Christ or King Solomon in disguise, yields the same outcome.

The Shulamite woman, the bride in the story, is spoken of in chapter one as being despised of her family, so constant in tending the vineyard that she had no time to make herself presentable ( a Cinderella of sorts), yet the shepherd boy fell in love with her, promised to return for her and took her to the palace. In the palace she describes her love in such glowing terms that the other women she is with long to meet him – even though they are already married to him.

His point was that we ought to also describe our Lord in such terms that others would long to meet him. We ought to desire to be with him and when separated from Him be desperate to be reunited with him – as was the woman in the story. Like newlyweds, who have trouble being apart from one another even for the hours one is at work, we ought to be that desperate for the Lord’s presence in our lives. It was a great message.

This morning’s ride to work was almost pleasant. The outside temperature was 64®F. Pretty soon I will have to wear a light jacket as I drive to work. Looking ahead for the next couple of months the temperature is going to drop pretty drastically. We are ready. With the change in temperature it would be wonderful if we got more rain also.

Mama contacted the man who sells us the bottle calves and he should have some ready at the end of this month or the beginning of September. Mama and I are asking for six. I do not think we should do any more than that – especially if we have to do it on our own. Grandpa has walked away from the bottle calves since they failed to meet his expectations last time.

Mama and I are anxious to keep it going on a small scale for the beef and for the pleasure of raising animals. Whether we make money or not, it brings a little money to us and it helps feed us.  The six calves that we still have are getting pretty big and in spite of the drought, they are looking slick and fat. Thank the Lord we have water in three ponds for them to drink. It saves them having to walk across the property to come to the barn for water.

Mama is getting a haircut today. To hear her excitement about it you would think some monuments event was taking place in her life. That’s what makes her so fun to live with. I cut my hair every week and I never look forward to it.

Some things I will never understand.