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Wait Till Its All Baked

I remember receiving this in an email; do not know who originated these thoughts but how true they are.

“One Sunday morning in a small Tennessee hills country church a man stood up to lead the opening prayer. The prayer began in a most unusual way.

‘Lord, I do not like buttermilk.

Lord, I do not like lard.

Lord, there just ain’t much to plain flour.

But, Lord when they are all mixed together and put into the oven and completely baked they are one of my favorite foods.

Lord, help us to realize that life is like the buttermilk, the lard and the flour when they stand alone as individual elements during times of trial and heart-break.

Lord, when you have baked it all, it will be the most beautiful thing that we will ever experience and it will be for eternity, and all the ingredients will come together for good.

Thank You, Lord.'”

And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose.”  Romans 8:28 

                                     

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I am almost 76 years old, Lord, help me to remember to wait till its all baked.   Art Jackson     

Psalm 78:35

“Then they remembered that God was their rock,

And the Most High God their Redeemer.”

 

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Posted by on September 1, 2017 in Uncategorized

 

Alaska 2017

We leave for Alaska tomorrow. Have been packed for a week. Tied up about two dozen leaders and flies. Got the rods and reels in carry on type bags so if everything else gets lost we can start fishing right away…..fishing licenses have been purchased on line. Been watching hours of YouTube videos showing the places on the Kenai River that we fish.  I remember the mighty fish I have caught in Alaska over the last 15 years.

I think back to the days that started all this addiction to fishing. It was on the Cothran’s front porch at 507 North Lake Avenue in Lakeland. One of the Cothran men had been a surveyor in Alaska in the late 40s. He would sit and tell us of his fishing adventures in Alaska and show us photos. He would also show us split bamboo fly rods.

At the age of six or seven years all I could do was dream of that great land and those beautiful fish….Lake Wire, Lake Morton, Lake Parker and Lake Bonnie were my reality at the time. My prized tackle at the time was a cane pole, corks, hooks and split shot.

As I pen this at three score and ten plus 5, well “half-past fall”, in my allotted time, blessed, blessed, blessed are words that come to my mind.

I look forward each year to going to Alaska.  I think that one treasure is remembering all the years before and wondering what new friend or adventure is going to happen this year.

Beautiful view after a beautiful day fishing.
Chisik Cabin
Photo by BJJ

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“It is well with my soul” in many areas at this time and I am thankful…When that last sunset falls for me it will still be well with my soul. My physical remains, ashes, will be scattered upon the flowing waters of the Kenai River in Alaska and my spirit will fly away to something eternal and better than any fishing I have ever done. Hope all are well, sharp hooks, tight lines to all, fish on! God Bless!

 

 
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Posted by on July 31, 2017 in Uncategorized

 

A True Story Of A Gold Mine

Every year that we have been to Alaska for fishing on the might Kenai River we have met at least one notable person. July into August 2016 was not an exception. We arrived at the Anchorage Airport from the cabin in Kenai and had eight hours before our flight. This is not an unusual occurrence with the limited flight schedules in and out of Anchorage to Tampa and Orlando airports. We usually dread the wait but this year proved to be different.

There was a man who saw Barbara cleaning her camera equipment and he asked what type of photography she had done in Alaska. The conversation grew from one subject to another and lasted for approximately three hours.

I remember talking with him, he told me of his adventures in Alaska and he shared some beautiful bear videos. He also showed me a video and told me a story about a gold mine that is not in Alaska and I will not divulge the location. This particular gold mine operation is over 100 years old as of the time of this writing. The story was most interesting and it was not just a “yarn” there was video recently made that backed up the story.

Over 100 years ago there was a family that discovered gold on their land. The area was very remote and very rugged. There was no mechanized machinery, no electricity and no gasoline or powered vehicles, work and travel was one on foot or horse back with pick and shovel. The family dug the mine shaft and began removing the rock that contained gold. An avalanche occurred that killed at least one of the family members. The head of the family made the decision that the mining operation would be shut down and the family left the area and went back home. There were rocks containing gold in burlap bags that were left behind.

Over a hundred years later one of the relatives of the original miners researched and through legal channels had ownership of the claim. The mine shaft was not accessible by foot, horseback, or vehicle. The only method of reaching the site was by helicopter.

A surveyor was hired and was taken to the site by helicopter. The original shaft was found and a new opening was made into the original shaft. The surveyor returned to the owner and told him of burlap bags of rock containing gold encased in what was now solid ice over one hundred years old. The burlap had been preserved but the bags were not removable because they were incased in ice.

The owner acquired with great caution a helicopter pilot, an assistant and a video professional to make a trip to the site. A generator provided electric power that could drive an electrical jack hammer. The burlap bags were chiseled out of the ice, collected and air lifted to an assay facility. The only way in and out of the site was by helicopter. Great treasure was concealed in those burlap bags encased safely in ice. No doubt the site contained much more gold that had not been mined. The story brought numerous points about the treasure that lay trapped by ice.

Someone died in trying to mine the gold.

Someone could not bear the pain of one dying while trying to make a fortune and abandoned the task.

There was only one way to reach the treasure after 100 years, which was a helicopter.

Someone was now taking the risk of recovering the treasure over 100 years later.

The truth, the Gospel of Jesus Christ is the greatest of treasures.

Jesus and many others have died in efforts to share the Gospel and to bring it to the lost.

There is only one way to obtain the truth, the Gospel, the greatest of treasures and that is through Jesus Christ.

Just as the gold has been preserved in burlap bags for over a hundred years the Gospel is preserved for eternity for those seeking the treasure. Finding the truth takes effort, just as removing the gold treasure from ice over a hundred years old requires effort.

Any gold that is refined from the rocks in the burlap bags will one day be burned up no matter how precious an item has been crafted from the gold. Remember,The Gospel, the Truth will never vanish or be consumed by fire, the Word is eternal.

 
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Posted by on August 9, 2016 in Uncategorized

 

The Vietnam Wall, Somethings You May Not Know

I remember when I was in the Army at the time that the Vietnam War was going on. Never went to Vietnam. Almost feel guilty that I did not get the call to go. I feel guilty because I lay in my bunk and prayed that I would never have to go.

Private E3 Jackson
1964

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Someone of the 58,267 names on the wall took my place. I want my children and grandchildren to remember and know of some facts about Vietnam. There are no noble wars, just noble Warriors. Those who create wars for selfish reasons and send sons and daughters to die are not the noble ones.

58,267 names are on the wall including those added in 2010.
The names are in the order of when they fell on the battle field by date. Within each date the names are alphabetized.
Richard B. Fitzgibbon, of North Weymouth, Massachusetts was the first known casualty, June 8, 1956. His son’s name, Marine Lance Corporal, Richard B. Fitzgibbon III is on the Wall. His son was killed on September 7, 1965.
There are three sets of fathers and sons on the Wall.
39,996, on the Wall were just 22 years old or younger.
8,283 were just 19 years old.
33,103 makes up the largest group, they were just 18 years old.
12 fallen Soldiers on the Wall were 17 years old.
5 fallen Soldiers on the Wall were 16 years old.
One soldier, PFC Dan Bullock was 15 years old.
997 soldiers were killed on their first day in Vietnam.
31 sets of brothers are on the Wall.
31 sets of parents lost two of their sons.
54 Soldiers attended Thomas Edison High School in Philadelphia.
8 Women are on the Wall who fell caring for the wounded.
153 fallen Soldiers awarded the Medal of Honor during the war are on the Wall.
Beallsville, Ohio, population 475 lost six of their sons.
West Virginia had the highest casualty rate per capita in the nation, 711 West Virginians are on the Wall.
There were nine Marines from Morenci, Arizona who enlisted together in 1966 only three returned home.
Three buddies from Midvale, Utah were in Vietnam on some dark days of 1967. In a span of 16 days all three were killed.
The highest daily casualty rate was January 31, 1968, 245 Soldiers died.
The highest monthly casualty rate was in May 1968, 2,415 Soldiers died.

“Doing what is right will bring peace and rest. When My people do that, they will stay calm.” Isaiah 32:17

 
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Posted by on April 15, 2016 in Uncategorized

 

Trust

There comes a time when your trust in someone is pushed to the breaking of the last thread that was once a cord of many threads. It is a painful and stressful time when that last thread is severed. It is also puzzling as to why that person has the ultimate mission of destroying something that you stand for and believe in. It appears that the “offender” is constantly looking for those opportunities of criticism and ridicule that will in some way diminish in the eyes of others your capabilities and dedication to a cause.   But why?

To the offended it is a very heart breaking event when those that they have trusted and supported in their own visions and goals turn to a path of constant criticism. This trying and discouraging time can come at all stages of life but it is most hurtful when it comes in the twilight years of the offended one. In this three score and ten years plus of my life I have experienced this hurt and the mystery of it all… perhaps it is time to step aside and let those with motive trudge ahead.

 
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Posted by on April 13, 2016 in Uncategorized

 

Thanks Mr. Will

I will remember this day, it grows more significant for me every day as I am three years beyond my “Three Score and Ten”.  Yesterday I visited a friend who is in his 90s and approaching his last days on this earth. He is one of the men of the greatest generation a WWII veteran.  He is a great example of starting only with a strong will and the determination to do what was right by God and his fellow man.  He as all of us has had good times, and times when his heart was broken but he carried on.

Men and women such as my friend, Mr. Will gives me an example of how to live and how to die. He has told me that he is ready to “go”.  He always asks me to pray with him before I leave.  At this time he is under Hospice care and only has a few more days. Wes, you had a great mom and dad.

My prayer is that as my time gets closer that I can remember the example of Mr. Will as he passes peacefully to a greater beyond than we have here on this earth.

I firmly believe that one, if not the greatest accomplishments in life, is peace while looking forward to our eternal resting place. My prayer is that all those folks I know will have accomplished that milestone when their time comes.  Thank you, Mr. Will.

 
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Posted by on December 11, 2015 in Uncategorized

 

Coach Joe Clanton

It is Saturday morning and there is a list of things that need to be taken care of today. In addition company is coming and as always we wish to put our “best foot” forward. However, as my morning routine usually begins a look at the obituaries in my home town newspaper has a disciplined “check off”. This morning there was an obituary posted for Joe Clanton, 87 years of age.

Coach Clanton has crossed my mind hundreds if not thousands of times since my high school days. I remember that Coach Clanton was my first period Physical Education teacher for my junior and senior years in high school. They called it “Home Room” back then.  Coach Clanton enjoyed fishing every bit as much as I did. We would chat frequently about recent fishing trips to area lakes and phosphate pits. Coach Clanton was bursting with questions one Monday morning after my photo was in the Lakeland Ledger with a 14 pound largemouth bass that I bagged in a phosphate pit.

By the way, when I was in high school rod and reel casting was a part of the curriculum. Wonder how many high school seniors today can successfully cast a bait casting reel without getting a major back lash? Fishing has added a significant quality to my life.

Back to Coach Clanton. Each year Coach Clanton would know what my class subjects were for the next year. Twice Coach Clanton offered some suggestions to me. Coach Clanton was concerned that I was going to be carrying too heavy of a load along with my after school work at the local Kwik Chek. I had wonderful parents but they never checked what classes were scheduled for the next year. “Just do not bring home any D’s or F’s” were the words of my parents and my older sister. The wrath of my older sister was twice as bad as mom and dad…but I love her.

Do not know how many others that Coach Clanton checked on but I am sure I was not the only one.

Remember,no accomplishments in this life will leave as much lasting influence as the influence that you and I have on the life of a child. Thanks Coach!

 
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Posted by on November 7, 2015 in Uncategorized

 
 
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