Friday, July 30, 2010

A Waffle House Moment in Time....

I pulled off of the interstate at a non-descript crossroads town near the Louisiana-Mississippi state line. It was nearing the noon hour and I was quite ready for lunch. I spied a Waffle House and that promised to be a quick, inexpensive solution to my hunger.

The cries of "Helloooo" echoed through the eatery as I entered. A small booth in the back was the perfect spot for me to eat while observing the comings and goings of the broad spectrum of patrons.

It was surprising that there were only a few customers present. Usually, at that time of day, Waffle Houses are pulsing with activity. I ordered a patty melt and relaxed in the relative quiet.

By and by, the door opened and a man entered. I would not have paid much attention, except for the fact that he stopped just inside the door and just stood there, looking down at the floor. He was dressed in what looked to be clean, if worn, clothing. He had a beard that needed trimming, and hair that was about three weeks past due for a haircut. One of the waitresses invited the man in, and motioned for him to take a seat.

In a low voice, while staring at the floor, the man asked if there might be any leftovers. He added, "I don't have any money to pay for it."

The waitress turned to the manager, who was also the cook, and told him the situation. The manager eyed the man, and said, "Sit down, sir---I'll give you a little something to get you on your way". The man timidly perched on a barstool at the counter.

He was served a waffle with syrup, a bowl of grits and a glass of water. The man was very meek and courteous, saying "thank you", and I really appreciate this".

When he had finished, the waitress told the man that one of the other patrons had offered to pay for anything else he might want to eat. He stammered, "Who should I thank?" But the waitress said she could not tell him that, but he was free to order anything more that he might want. All he could think of was another bowl of grits and more water, which the waitress brought him. He thanked her again.

Whe he finished eating, he rose and quietly asked the waitress if it would be all right if he used the restroom. She told him of course it would be OK.

When the man came out of the restroom, he shuffled past my booth. I extended my hand to him as he passed me. He looked at me with a quizzical expression. In my hand was a $5 bill. "Oh, I couldn't take that", he whispered. I said "Yes---this is for you. Remember that Jesus loves you".

I thought I saw tears welling up in his eyes. "Thank you, sir", he murmured appreciatively, as he took the currency and backed to the door.

As he exited the restaurant, I arose to pay my bill. The waitress said to me, "That was a wonderful thing you did. God will bless you for that".

I told her that God has ALREADY blessed me beyond reason.

Leaving the Waffle House, I looked for the man to see where he was going. But he had vanished.

Since that day, I think of that man often. And I sometimes wonder if God was testing all of us in that restaurant that day.

Thursday, July 29, 2010

I'm Not Jealous of Jesus...

I wrote this poem after having heard so many stories about guys who couldn't handle the fact that their wives/girlfriends put Jesus first in their lives, ahead of their human relationships. I think it is pretty sad that someone can be so threatened by the faith of a loved one.

She told me she'd love me
With no one above me
Forever through eternity;

But she said that she reckoned
That I'd come in second
If it came down to Jesus and me.

For life's temporary
While stressful and scary
And weighted with uncertainty;

But the next life is calling
With its promise enthralling,
And for all who believe, it is free.

I'm not jealous of Jesus,
For He's here to lead us;
And darling, in heaven we'll be
In today's world together,
Then in His Land forever.....
Thanks to your love for Jesus and me.

(C) Clint Ellison 2006

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Wildlife Cohabitation

Cindy and I walk for 40 minutes every morning before sun-up. In the summer heat of Texas, that's the only intelligent time to get out; even so, we arrive home wet with sweat.

You would think that living in population dense Plano, part of the Dallas-Fort Worth metroplex, the high concentration of humanity would easily crowd out the native wildlife. Not so!

On one morning walk, we counted 19 rabbits grazing in the front yards of our neighbors. The critters eat everything from grass to potted plants. They decimated our pansies. But, they are cute and fun to watch as they hop around.

We spotted a huge raccoon a few days ago. He lives in the large, thick hedges behind the Kroger store, between the store and the creek behind it. Last week we saw a large snapping turtle in the creek. The ducks here are legendary. We get them in our pool from time to time, and while they are beautiful, let it be known that they are poop machines without equal, and will choke off your pool filter if not run off in good time.

The clittering and thumping we hear on our roof is the result of a large squirrel population. That large nest in the live oak in our front yard is the home of a pair of large and regal crows.

Several times a year there are sightings of coyotes and bobcats.

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

For My Wonderful Wife....

This beautiful song is for my wife, Cindy. I started learning the guitar on my own when I was in college many years ago. I went from Folk music to Country to Gospel. Don Williams had a hit with "You're My Best Friend" many years ago. I hope you enjoy it!

Monday, July 26, 2010

Texas' Swift and Swooping Swallow

Here in north Texas, from April to October, we are able to view one of nature's great wonders: the incredible barnswallows and their indescribable flying antics.

The picture was taken by my wife this year as one of the beautiful creatures rested on our patio.

My poem;

Texas' Swift and Swooping Swallow

In Texas' wild and endless skies
Soars the swift and swooping swallow;
Through currents fierce and mild she flies
In Texas' wild and endless skies;
And daunting in her haunting cries
That echo hill and hollow;
In Texas' wild and endless skies
Soars the swift and swooping swallow.

(C) 2007 Clint Ellison


Greetings, salutations and best wishes! My blog is up and running, and I want to introduce myself and make you welcome.

My name is Clint. I am a sentimental dreamer, folk/country/gospel music artist, American patriot, lover of God, family, friends, baseball, football, martial arts, guns, food, drink, dogs, and all things creative and beautiful.

In these entries you will find my musings, rantings, rhymes and riffs.

Call them LYRICS of LOVE and LORE.......