Dear KKIM/KARS family,
May the Lord be with you and yours forever and ever!
The blessing of the LORD makes one rich. Proverbs 10:22
Envy is rottenness to the bones. Proverbs 14:30
The LAMB will overcome them, for He is LORD of LORDS and KING of KINGS. Rev 17:14
Congrats to Cowboy Clarence who guessed Milburn Stone who played Doc on Gunsmoke…….Dr. Joe and Angelo said Howard MacNear (Played Doc on radio, so they are partly right and win a consolation prize!!!! LOL LOL!!!) By the way Howard MacNear played Floyd the barber on the Andy Griffith show!!!!
19 1/2 hours at the Radio Ranch yesterday with Election coverage…got home at 1:30am……could not get to sleep until about 2:30……History was made in the United States and New Mexico…I am still digesting all this……..We provided not only coverage on KKIM/KARS we also were on IRN/USA Radio network, the Worlds largest Radio Network which also serves Armed Forces Radio…….
My thanks to Ryan Freeman, Al Miller, Pastor’s Mark Tross, Leonard Navarre, Larry Moss, Paul Holt, and Heath Haussamen of www.nmpolitics.net for all their help last night.
We took calls after most of the results were in…I talked to people at the polls……..I had people tell me they voted for both Republicans and Democrats, some telling me they are changing their registration to Independent………People want elected officials just to be plain honest…..in New Mexico people are tired of corruption…… 2 years ago people voted for change…..what would you call this?
In New Mexico, History was made with the first ever election of a Female Hispanic Governor…….First time ever in the United States of America…….the first time ever in New Mexico that a women has been elected Governor, Susana Martinez
And New Mexico elected it’s first Republican Secretary of State since 1930, Dianna Duran.
In the United States we saw the biggest Congressional shift since 1938……..
And the Most ever Women voting Republican in 30 years……….
What does this say to you?
Let me share with you a couple of notes………..and then I will close with a wonderful heart warming story from Antia.and then I got to get to the Radio Ranch………
The Lord has really put on my heart families, marriages, children……… Rick’s letter is in response to what I have been writing about………
Dewey,
Enjoy your Cup every morning and have saved every one of them in a file to refer back to as is necessary. Today’s conversation of the fall of marriages across our country is so indicative of our economy and the financial struggles that families face. I know that people in general and men specifically tend to feel like failures when economics in the household begin to diminish. In many cases, it is on us before we can make necessary adjustments and we find ourselves behind financially, and struggling emotionally without anyone to share it with, or so we think. First accept where you are or where you are not and communicate concerns with someone who will not judge your situation rather offer a kind word or suggestion. You must start from where you stand and begin to move forward from there! These thoughts are on my heart and something I see everyday. We can save a great number of these marriages if we can stop judging, start accepting, and helping with kind words.
Love you Dewey, and all that you do!
Richard D. Griffin
Rick is one of my Mentor’s who has helped Sharon and I remain strong in our use of our Finances! More than that he is such a Dear Man! His wife Margaret is also a great friend.
Dearest Dewey, Thank YOU for the ‘Cup’ this morning. So many great scriptures. I love that, it keeps my nose in the Bible. 🙂
As one said today for you to continue with your ‘Cups’ and not pay attention to those who do not like your words, Dewey I may add that YOU have no choice..lol YOU are called to do what you do. And all of Gods Children are fed by it. Of course the ones that have not come to the realization of the truth will not like it. But the ‘Fear of God is the Beginning of Wisdom’. And before fear, comes Anger when you hear something that you do not like, that hits too close to home for you. But Fear will follow, Lord Willing. YOU have planted the seed, that is what is required of YOU.
Bless you this day Dewey, and Sharon. Much Love, sam
God Bless you Sam!
here is the Story Anita sent in….God Bless you Anita……..
> Carl was a quiet man. He didn’t talk much.
> He would always greet you with a big smile and
> a firm handshake.
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> Even after living in our neighborhood for over
> 50 years, no one could really say they knew him very well.
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> Before his retirement, he took the bus to work each morning. The lone sight of him walking down the street often worried us.
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> He had a slight limp from a bullet wound received in WWII.
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> Watching him, we worried that although he had survived WWII, he may not make it through our changing uptown neighborhood with its ever-increasing random violence, gangs, and drug activity.
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> When he saw the flyer at our local church asking for volunteers for caring for the gardens behind the minister’s residence, he responded in his characteristically unassuming manner. Without fanfare, he just signed up.
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> He was well into his 87th year when the very thing we had always feared finally happened.
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> He was just finishing his watering for the day when three gang members approached him.
> Ignoring their attempt to intimidate him, he simply asked, “Would you like a drink from the hose?”
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> The tallest and toughest-looking of the three said, “Yeah, sure,” with a malevolent little smile.
> As Carl offered the hose to him, the other two grabbed Carl’s arm, throwing him down.
> As the hose snaked crazily over the ground, dousing everything in its way,
> Carl’s assailants stole his retirement watch and his wallet, and then fled.
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> Carl tried to get himself up, but he had been thrown down on his bad leg. He lay there trying to gather himself as the minister came running to help him. Although the minister had witnessed the attack from his window, he couldn’t get there fast enough to stop it.
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> “Carl, are you okay? Are you hurt?” the minister kept asking as he helped Carl to his feet.
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> Carl just passed a hand over his brow and sighed, shaking his head. “Just some punk kids. I hope they’ll wise-up someday.”
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> His wet clothes clung to his slight frame as he bent to pick up the hose. He adjusted the nozzle again and started to water.
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> Confused and a little concerned, the minister asked, “Carl, what are you doing?”
> “I’ve got to finish my watering. It’s been very dry lately,” came the calm reply.
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> Satisfying himself that Carl really was all right, the minister could only marvel. Carl was a man from a different time and place.
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> A few weeks later the three returned. Just as before their threat was unchallenged. Carl again offered them a drink from his hose.
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> This time they didn’t rob him. They wrenched
> the hose from his hand and drenched him head to foot in the icy water.
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> When they had finished their humiliation of him,
> they sauntered off down the street, throwing catcalls and curses, falling over one another laughing at the hilarity of what they had just done.
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> Carl just watched them. Then he turned toward the warmth giving sun, picked up his hose, and went on with his watering.
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> The summer was quickly fading into fall, Carl was doing some tilling when he was startled by the sudden approach of someone behind him. He stumbled and fell into some evergreen branches.
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> As he struggled to regain his footing, he turned to see the tall leader of his summer tormentors reaching down for him. He braced himself for the expected attack.
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> “Don’t worry old man, I’m not gonna hurt you this time.” The young man spoke softly, still offering the tattooed and scarred hand to Carl. As he helped Carl get up, the man pulled a crumpled bag from his pocket and handed it to Carl.
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> “What’s this?” Carl asked. “It’s your stuff,” the man explained. “It’s your stuff back. Even the money in your wallet.” “I don’t understand,”
> Carl said. “Why would you help me now?”
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> The man shifted his feet, seeming embarrassed and ill at ease. “I learned something from you,” he said. “I ran with that gang and hurt people like you. We picked you because you were old and we knew we could do it but every time we came and did something to you, instead of yelling and fighting back, you tried to give us a drink. You didn’t hate us for hating you. You kept showing love against our hate.”
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> He stopped for a moment. “I couldn’t sleep after we stole your stuff, so here it is back.”
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> He paused for another awkward moment, not knowing what more there was to say. “That bag’s my way of saying thanks for straightening me out, I guess.” And with that, he walked off down the street.
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> Carl looked down at the sack in his hands and gingerly opened it. He took out his retirement watch and put it back on his wrist. Opening his wallet, he checked for his wedding photo. He gazed for a moment at the young bride that still smiled back at him from all those years ago.
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> He died one cold day after Christmas that winter. Many people attended his funeral in spite of the weather. In particular the minister noticed a tall young man that he didn’t know sitting quietly in a distant corner of the church.
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> The minister spoke of Carl’s garden as a lesson in life. In a voice made thick with unshed tears, he said, “Do your best and make your garden as beautiful as you can. We will never forget Carl and his garden.”
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> The following spring another flyer went up. It read: “Person needed to care for Carl’s garden.”
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> The flyer went unnoticed by the busy parishioners until one day when a knock was heard at the minister’s office door.
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> Opening the door, the minister saw a pair of scarred and tattooed hands holding the flyer. “I believe this is my job, if you’ll have me,” the young man said.
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> The minister recognized him as the same young man who had returned the stolen watch and wallet to Carl.
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> He knew that Carl’s kindness had turned this man’s life around. As the minister handed him the keys to the garden shed, he said, “Yes, go take care of Carl’s garden and honor him.”
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> The man went to work and, over the next several years, he tended the flowers and vegetables just as Carl had done. During that time, he went to college, got married, and became a prominent member of the community. But he never forgot his promise to Carl’s memory and kept the garden as beautiful as he thought Carl would have kept it.
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> One day he approached the new minister and told him that he couldn’t care for the garden any longer. He explained with a shy and happy smile, “My wife just had a baby boy last night, and she’s bringing him home on Saturday.”
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> “Well, congratulations!” said the minister, as he was handed the garden shed keys. “That’s wonderful! What’s the baby’s name?”
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> “Carl,” he replied.
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> That’s the whole gospel message simply stated.
Let us pray………..
Lord, Thank YOU for this day…….Thank YOU for all that gather here today……Let us be about YOUR business today and not ours…….In the name of JESUS, AMEN!
In the Love of Christ, Dewey Sharon and Family
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