Sunday, November 10, 2019
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View from west bluff, looking southwest.
Sunday, October 06, 2019
Saturday, October 05, 2019
Today, Saturday, 10/5/2019, the Appalachian Irishman, very bravely, made a rare venture into his “Farcebook” account. I had to waste time, by ignoring all the reposts of posts, strange third party reposts, advertisements, marketplace advertisements, and “friend” recommendations.
I happened to see a post by a man, with whom I had attended Tennessee Bible College (fall of 1983 to spring of 1984).
The Upcoming Debate
That man will debate another man on 10/11-12/2019, regarding “the second and final coming of Christ took place in the fall of Jerusalem in 70 AD” or “is yet future.” I was interested.
My “Intrusion” into the Debate
This article is my “intrusion” into the upcoming debate. Let me see. I just re-read, for who knows how many times, 1 Corinthians chapter 15, the entire chapter.
Of course, many other texts prove that Christ's second coming is in the future, but this chapter is sufficient. The inspired apostle Paul stated, as part of his eloquence, in that chapter:
For as in Adam all die, so in Christ all will be made alive. But each in turn: Christ, the firstfruits; then, when he comes, those who belong to him. Then the end will come, when he hands over the kingdom to God the Father after he has destroyed all dominion, authority and power. For he must reign until he has put all his enemies under his feet. The last enemy to be destroyed is death. (1 Corinthians 15:22-26, NIV)
The second coming of Christ is future – unless y’all have seen:– that death has been destroyed (from the above quote),
– the visible return of Christ in the clouds (see Rev. 1:7),
– the resurrection of ALL the dead (see 1 Cor. 15:51-53; 1 Thess. 4:16-17),
– and the “twinkling of an eye” transformation of ALL the still living at his return, “at the last trumpet” (1 Cor. 15:52)!
By the way, aren’t people still dying every day – unfortunately?
Let’s see. The physical remains of Mom, Dad, both sets of my grandparents, my uncle Bobby, all my aunts and uncles, my mother-in-law, and many, many others remain in their graves.
I’m still standing here. I ain’t breathing hard. I have NOT been, “in the twinkling of an eye,” transformed. I certainly would enjoy that transformation, since my “bionic” body parts are “talking to me” today!
Do you see, therefore, how easily that I have won this upcoming debate – by my intrusion? Isn't time supposed to end at Christ’s second coming? What time is it now?
Sunday, September 29, 2019
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Sunday, August 18, 2019
Y’all keep turning right and going straight out there, ya hear?
Oh, by the way, “It’s Cold Gin Time Again” was a KISS song, back in the day. Here it is. Enjoy! Rock and roll! Git ‘er done! Urah!
Saturday, August 17, 2019
For my “millions” of readers, who were “sitting on pins and needles” wanting to know, here is the long-awaited update, to my last article! (You can breathe now!)
First, Molly doggy is doing great! That’s important and good!
My Ol' Truck (2006 Nissan Frontier)
Second, on 8/16/2019, Friday, in the late afternoon, Mrs. Appalachian Irishman and “favorite” sister-in-law changed MY ESTABLISHED plan. Mrs. Appalachian Irishman drove my truck home, very “bravely,” after the computerized part was replaced! (They had commuted to/from work, in sister-in-law's car.) Now, that’s good! It was the first time that Mrs. Appalachian Irishman drove my truck.
My established plan had been to drive our car (2008 Honda Civic) from “Hadean Realm” office to Nissan dealership, get my truck, and have my wife drive the car – both to home. I only needed to drive our car home. It was easier on my “bionic” joints, at least.
Oh, by the way, Nissan, if the camshaft is working just fine, as it was, but the camshaft sensor started to blink out, why is there a camshaft sensor in the first place? Nissan has no clue to logic, of course. The unneeded sensor is a way for Nissan to make more money. It's not my truck's fault!
Oh, by the way, below is the best online photo of a ’06 Nissan Frontier camshaft sensor that I could find. It might be about the size of my thumb. It cost $145.58. Heck, I could get a new computer for not much more than that! I wish that I could drive an old truck, straight shift, which has plenty of metal and driver protection gear in it. That way, I’d avoid all this computerized truck stuff! It's still not my truck's fault! He can't help how Nissan built him!
'Cuz Lois' Birthday
Finally, I “hear tell” that my first ‘cuz Lois had an age 79 birthday today! (“Farcebook” check told me. Now, I have it for my own records also!)
Happy Birthday, ‘cuz Lois! Hey, I’m 20 years behind you! Do you think I’ll catch up to you? I remember now how I used to know your birthday. Your birthday is on the exact day, minus one month, as Dad’s. Dad was born 9/17/1927.
Well, y’all have fun out there, ya hear? Don’t forget to turn straight and go right! If so, we’ll all see each other in heaven soon!
Thursday, August 15, 2019
Oopsy! The Appalachian Irishman has been a little silent lately. I have been enduring the workday routine. I am working toward state retirement, in eleven more months – if we can get farther along on paying off the mortgage.
Well, today, on a full moon, I must make a “life, such as it is,” update. I’m sure that my “millions” of readers out there are excited!
8/12/2019 in 8/12/1991 Context
First, Mrs. Appalachian Irishman had to start “hitting a lick” at work, on 8/12/2019, Monday – after her way-too-long summer vacation.
That afternoon, my new, old truck showed me the “service engine soon,” “slip” yellow warning lights. Oh, well. I set an appointment for my truck, at the fix-it shop, for 8/15/2022 (Thursday). He rode well enough, despite the yellow warning lights.
Also, and most importantly, on 8/12/1991, Granny Wood (born 6/16/1901) went from this life to everlastingness. I was honored to conduct Granny’s funeral and graveside services.
8/15/2019 - “Fun”
On 8/15/2019, full moon Thursday, “favorite” sister-in-law came here, early in the morning. She picked up Mrs. Appalachian Irishman, so that they could go to work. (They commute, each one driving two or three days a week.) That way, I'd have our car and truck both here, as I will explain.
I burned a day off from my “Hadean Realm” state job. I took Molly, our doggy, for out-patient surgery. She had a bump on her lower left eyelid that would not go away, as the same bump on her lower right eyelid did. Molly is home. I took her, to our local veterinarian, in “yellow light warning” truck. Her surgery went well! I picked up Molly, in the car, after paying way too much money. All is well, in Molly world! (See “next,” as to why I got Molly, in our car.)
Next, I took my new, old truck to the I-won’t-ever-go-there-again Rusty Wallace Nissan dealership, on Clinton Highway, for the 1:30 PM fix-him-up appointment.
My new, old truck ran okay, despite the yellow warning lights. The way-too-computerized crankshaft sensor needs to be replaced. It will cost about $500.
Oh, sorry, the dealership said. They had one part in the right box, but it was the wrong part in that right box. That’s all they had. Deal with it!
So, some feller drove me home, as I DEMANDED, so that I could then go get Molly! The I-will-never-go-back-there Rusty Wallace Nissan dealership promises that they will have the right part in the right box, tomorrow, to fix my computerized truck. We’ll see. I doubt that the part will be in tomorrow.
More updates are coming! I’m sure that my “millions of readers” want to know! Y’all have fun out there, ya hear? Oh, it’s a full moon tonight.