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By PastorBen
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Hey there…
Well once again we find ourselves at the end of another year of, fishin’, change, and Chaos, of dreams fulfilled or still to be realized…The TRs this year have be simple in their beauty…and glorious in the composition…we have witnessed breathtaking Talents with rod, tying vise, camera, brush and pen….we have laughed and argued till we were out of breath..,,we have been rudely interrupted, and held hostage, and in spite of all that and ourselves, we continue to move, ( I feel) in a positive direction.

While we have the proliferation of end of year threads, or year in review, threads…I will post my here…

The year was full of family time. Fishin’ and photography…I took time out to scatter the Ashes of my pup (mz Ashley) more on that trip when I can get the courage to write it…Started to work as chaplain for the Jackson Hole Fire and EMS. I continue to work as Chaplain for Hospice (these are volunteer positions)

I had a Semi-good check up on my melon…the tumor is not showing any new growth, but I now have one starting to form on the Auditory nerve on the right side…The doc is not concerned…and we will keep an eye on it…it is what it is…

I want to thank Tom, Jed and Grant and all the Staff that make this site possible for their hard work and sometimes blind eye and selective hearing you all are a blessing….
To Everyone who visits this August Board, my heart felt thanks for your kind words, thoughts, and flies you have sent my way…

May your holiday season be one of laughter, family, and peace….
May the new year be one of great times with family and friends. Fishing that is both joyous and ruckus.

Couple of shots to sum up the year

My son and grandson on Pacific Creek….
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Grizz…

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My backyard

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in Closing I leave you with my Christmas eve sermon from a few years ago…

Can you feel it? Can you hear it… that Hum in the air tonight,

As all our preparations come to an end and the celebration
Begins…

I don't think it is just us,

I think all of creation is humming tonight, when the membrane between heaven and earth is so thin you can almost see through it.

Tonight is the night we measure all time against.

Everything that happened yesterday
is before Christ and everything that happens tomorrow is after
him.
Tonight we are living in the eternal now of God's coming
among us

His name is Emmanuel—the God who is with us—

who is made out of the same stuff we are and who is made out of
the same stuff God is and who will not let either of us go.

That is the main thing we are waiting for tonight….. that
baby's cry.

But that is not the only thing, because most of us are
waiting for more than one thing and they are not all the same.

For instance, I believe someone here is waiting to find out what
is inside that large box propped against the wall by the
Christmas tree.

And someone else is looking forward to waking
up in a house in which all the beds are full once again, with children
and grandchildren who have come home for the holidays.

Or maybe some are looking to celebrate their first Christmas together…


Some of you have a new baby at your house, which means you
are waiting for the first Christmas morning when you wake up
in your own live nativity scene.

Yet there are those who will find this is a hard time of the year.
There is that empty chair to deal with, that stocking that stays
folded in the box.

Christmas is the season when you wait to see if the hurt
has lost its edge, you want it to be gone …you want to be the “you” you used to be, so you can get on with your life….yet on the other hand you don't want it to, because that might mean you have stopped caring.

Meanwhile, the memories rise up to meet you, overwhelming you with a melancholy so sweet you can almost taste it

Christmas Eve functions like a kind of time machine for us, taking us back to every other Christmas Eve we have spent on this mortal sphere.

For some, it is a reminder of the way life used to be ….
Or never was….

Christmas is the smell of pine and cedar boughs and oranges stuck with cloves, the
taste of roast turkey and peppermint.

Everyone is supposed to go home for Christmas, right?
Only where is that, exactly?
Some of us know and some of us are still trying to find out

the answer is, right here… right now…
This is our home tonight and we are all inside…

Not only is this our home ….This is our Stable in Bethlehem,

Where we have brought all our hopes and fears… of all our years to lay them at the foot of the manger,

For we know what the manger holds…it is the God who is with us

Not the God-Up-There somewhere who answers our prayers by lifting us out of our lives,
but the God who is in the midst of our lives 24/7..

None of heaven’s escalators are going up tonight …everybody up there is coming down tonight, right here,
Right here to our own Bethlehem, bringing us the God who has decided to make his home in our hearts….. may your heart be full this night and every night with his love and peace…Amen


Grace, Peace, and Joy to you all...

Ben
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By SLSS
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And grace, peace and joy back to you, Ben. :cool
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By Lando
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Thank you Ben.....I hope to see you soon.
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By Woolybug25
#640243
Merry Christmas, Ben. Looking forward to what '17 brings. All the best to you and yours. :cool
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By fatman
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PastorBen wrote:My son and grandson on Pacific Creek….
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hotspotter.... :wink
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By fly-chucker
#640248
Merry Christmas to you and your's PB :Roll Eyes
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By The Wandering Blues
#640253
This is the post I always look forward to every year. Best wishes to all and thanks for being the counter point to the rest of life.
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