God is to be praised through all things. The last several days have been more than rich for me. This past week our church celebrated the Lord’s Supper together. It was a service that allowed us all to focus on the Father in Heaven and His precious Son. How grateful can I be for the sacrifice that he payed on Calvary for my sins. His only instructions in the scripture for us to remember is the ordinance of the Lord’s Supper. The simplicity of how God lets us remember what his Son did through a small piece of unleavened bread and a small cup of grape juice blows me away. Remembering is a vital part of the journey of life. I am thankful for what He did for me and how that was applied to my heart June 6, 1960. May God be praised.
God is always in control of all things. I am looking forward to the day where we will be whole and every touch of sin disappear from our presence. Last night my wife comes in to where I study and tells me that she received a phone call from her brother, Dr. Rev. Billy Joy, telling us that his wife’s father had died. 86 years and now in the presence of the Father. They are not the only ones who have faced death in our fellowship. I am remembering Clarissa Bradford and Bishop Bell as they faced the death of their preaching brother, Lawrence Bell, who due to cancer found his way into the glories of heaven. Death touched my own family this past year as we celebrated the home going of Nancy’s mother, Betty Treadway earlier in the year. Life journey seems to be anchored to major events that define where we are on that journey. What we go through is not the focus. Who we journey with is vital. Comfort in all three of those areas are found in our relationship with Christ.
I have the joy of having my mother with me. Rosalind Crooks lives in Marietta, Georgia. To start with Monday was a pleasure for me in that I had the chance to start early and arrive late in Marietta. I had the goal of seeing Pinecrest Baptist Church (where I served in my college days working with music and youth under the leadership of a man named Bud Holland – as a side note: I would love to find out where he and his wife are serving). Highway 11 leads from Interstate 85 all the way to Cleveland, GA. I was not able to find the old Waffle House that was in Gainesville, GA. I don’t know how many times I had to drive from Cleveland to Gainesville but was thrilled to note that the road was still there but the journey was filled with so much change. I guess for some reason we always hope that when you go back to places you have been after being gone for 30 years that they would be just like were when you were there. Wrong. I have been in Florence for 21 years. 21 years ago if you got to a red light here in Florence and four cars were waiting on the light – you had a traffic jam. It is that way now at 4 in the morning. Things change. Traveling through the foot hills seeing my old college and the places we all used to visit was a great reminder of the journey of life. I was reminded not to gripe about our traffic issues after being in a city that is one big traffic issue.
Mom spent Monday in Ellijay, GA finding some of those good apple fried pies that she brought home for me to taste. She enjoyed being with her neighbor from across the street. We met that night and enjoyed supper together at one of Nancy and my favorite restaurants. It was good to be at the home place. I remembered where my journey started.
Doug, Nancy’s step father, joined our family on Wednesday evening. We were delighted to have him with us that day. He is such a find gentleman. We love having him around. We joined our friends, Randy, Debbie, and Ashley Cribb at their home for a Thanksgiving feast. And, YES!, I took advantage of every calorie on the table I could possibly grasp. There was way too many items to select from but the sweet desserts, the good cup of coffee, combined with delightful rewards of good friends and a roaring fire outside was indescribable. Rocking chairs around that fire pit provided us opportunity to think and thank ourselves happy all day long. We missed Nancy’s mom’s presence with us. Last years picture has one person missing – but she “…ain’t missing when you know where she is…” Her journey is now complete. There is a feast that we will share with her one of these days. We are a blessed family. I love it. Jason and Jenn found themselves in Maryland this year as they celebrated Thanksgiving with her family. I am so thankful that Jenn’s family have fallen in love with my son and have made him a part of their family. They are a wonderful group of people and a pure delight to be around.
It has been a busy week for all of us. Mom doesn’t know it yet but Sunday will be an interesting day for her thanks to Carlton Pridgen. Part of the process of being a Marine affords him the opportunity to stay connected to his Marine roots. As a surprise, Carlton will present her with a medallion representing and remembering her late husband’s service in the military. He will also present her with a small vial of black sand that came from the beach of Iwo Jima where my father served as a Marine. Her journey in Florence will end with a journey through the past in remembering and celebrating the service that my father rendered to this country. I plan on taking my mother home Sunday evening.
Today I will join my wife in celebrating her birthday again as we go to the Clemson/South Carolina game. Notice the order. Mr. Bell will pick us up in a few hours and we will spend the better part of today getting in and out of traffic. Wow! Vehicle traffic and people traffic. Noise upon Noise…and yes it is cold and windy here today. Noon should find us in better shape weather wise. I am certain that Nancy will bundle up. She is looking forward to the game.
I am blessed with a God that loves me…a wife that has the courage to share my life with me and love me…three beautiful children we both love and adore…family that we are privileged to have both near and far…friends that add such color to my journey through this life…employment that still provides for our life’s journey…and a church family that allows me to hang around them. I am blessed. It is a “Thanksgiving Journey!”

