Northwest Oregon

Olde Tymer

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Hello;

I've been active on more than forty forums and message boards since we obtained
an internet-capable computer back in 1997. That was before machines came from
the factory with USB ports and built-in optical drives. 1.44mb mini floppys were
the storage medium back then. I still have a number of them never used.

All there was for service back then was dial-up and DSL which, compared to cable
internet and wireless modems, was so slow I blocked pictures and graphics to help
speed up downloads a bit.

I was diagnosed with esophageal cancer this past November and anon completed
an appropriate amount of radiation/chemo but still have the cancer and it's
inoperable.

But you know; I've discovered that cancer isn't all that bad of a way to die because
it's a slow death and as such has given me ample time to pack my bags, so to
speak; and also time to get used to the idea of passing, which is a whole lot better
than sudden, unexpected death when people aren't ready to leave just yet. But I'll
be 80 this coming January so it's getting time for me to leave anyway. The ones I
pity are the youngsters with fatal cancers who haven't really lived yet. But anyway;
enough of that.

I've been an on-going student of the Bible since 1972 via Sunday school, sermons,
radio, books, seminars, special classes, and of course internet forums and message
boards. Fifty-one years of Bible under my belt hasn't made me a seminary quality
expert, but it has made me somewhat competent in a few areas so all in all I'm
looking forward to participating hereabouts.

Buen Camino

Pleasant Journey
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â—Ź Judg 6:11-12 . .Then the angel of Yahweh came and sat under the oak that was in
Ophrah, which belonged to Joash the Abiezrite as his son Gideon was beating out
wheat in the wine press in order to save it from the Midianites. And the angel of
the Yahweh appeared to him and said to him: Yahweh is with you, O valiant
warrior.

Unlike Mr. Gideon; I'm basically a yellow-bellied kind of guy. Although I was a
paratrooper with the 101st Airborne division from Mar 1962 to Aug 1964, my
enlistment was during a time of mostly peace when soldiering was more like
scouting than killing.

I'm pretty certain that any "valor" I might've had at the time would've succumbed
to blind panic had the Army taken me to Viet Nam. So; when I found out that Jesus
was willing to take a fall for me I jumped at the chance-- no hesitation.

Now, I've known some really stand-up guys, both in and out of the Army, who
would be utterly disgusted with me for taking a coward's way out of retribution
because not on your life would they pass the buck like I did. If there's hell to pay;
they'll be paying it themselves-- their choice --because in their mind's eye; death
without honor is unacceptable.

It's ironic that strong men and women determined to stand on their own two feet
before God are fools, whereas chicken-livered weaklings like myself, who've traded
our dignity for the safety of the cross, are wise.
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