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The Clifton Record
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The Ins and Outs of
with the teak, pay your bOk, run a
Rneei, alaa a vacation, and order
thes and groceries without ever leav-
ing your house. Plus, with the internet
aad E-mail you can team all kinds of
interesting things and talk to people on
die otter die of the world.
Those arc-some pretty amazing ac-
compUshments, although I don’t think
rB ever let a computer handle paying
my bills or ordering my groceries. What
if it were to go bersetk or something.
And I don't know if HI ever be brave
enough to try the internet after all of
the weird things that I've heard about
it. Besides that, it costs an arm and a
>**•
Don’t get me wrong, I like comput-
ers. They’re really good if you want to
type a research paper for school, do an
[an project, or even write a book on
your Hie or your family’s history. Com-
niters are a great asset in our world
md today you really need to be com-
Miter literate if you want to get a good
ob.
However, one thing I’ll never under-
stand fully are the ins and outs of com-
puters. Let me explain:
In — You’re doing a research paper
for your high school English class, it’s
about 2 o’clock in the morning, and
you’re about half way through.
Out — Suddenly, for no reason that
you can think of, a ‘General Produc-
tion Fault” appears on the screen. Oh,
'No!! You just lost everything and the
.paper’s due during first period.
, ’ (Let me give you some advice from
someone who has been in this situa-
Idon — get sick real quick!)
| In — You’re on a deadline at work
and everything has to be turned in be-
tfore lunch. That’s okay, you’re a good
typist and everything is right on sched-
ule.
‘ Out—You’re computer decides that
’it is tired and really doesn’t want to
work anymore that day. It just shuts
down for a nap, for good!
(Another piece of brilliant advice —
if you scream obscenities at them and
tell them how worthless and stupid
they are, they sometimes work again.)
. In — You are dreaming of becom-
ing a great novelist and just know that
everyone will absolutely love the story
of your life. It is bound to be a best-
seller. You started with you childhood
jand have slowly, but surely, worked
you way to the present.
Out — As you are putting the final
ouches on the last paragraph, the
ights flicker and you suddenly realize
hat the last time you did a mini-save
vas 48 pages ago!)
(1 hope you have a photographic
nemory. If not, good luck!)
In — You finally get that paper that
ou have been slaving over for a week
inished. You save it in the same spot
rou always do and decide to go to bed
parly. After all, that was a 3,000-word
paper and you deserve the rest.
Out — You get up ail bright-eyed
and bushy-tailed the next morning to
print it out and check for last mistakes
before it has to be turned in. But, where
is it? You know you saved it under that
hie. You use that file for all of the pa-
pers you do. You search the entire com-
puter, but the file is simply nowhere
to be found!! AAAGGRRHHH!!!!!
(I have finally come to realize what
happens to these files that mysteriously
disappear during the night. It’s the
shoemaker’s elves. They got tired of
making shoes for him and being nice.
So, they decided to have a little fun and
steal computer files during the night,
just to see how many people they can
confuse and frustrate.)
In — You’re in the advertising busi-
ness, writing up ads on the computer.
As you finish the ads you’re saving
them on a disk so that they won’t take
up all the space on your hard drive.
Ifs about 10 p.m. and you have just
finished your last ad.
Out — You want to check the disk
one last time just to be certain that ev-
erything got done. Yep, everything is
on the disk. But none of the files will
open! You try everything you can think
of, short of singing soprano at the top
of your lungs, to get the files to open.
Nothing works!! The computer just
bleeps and blips happily as your week’s
worth of work washes down the drain.
, (In this type of situation the best ad-
vice I can give is your natural reaction
when something like this happens —
just sit down and have a good cry.)
These types of things have happened
to the best of us. Well be right tn the
middle of something really important
and our computer decides that it wants
to crash. Wonderful! You get to start
over again and hope that the computer
is feeling generous and doesn’t crash
again.
It is really frustrating when these
things happen to you, especially if
something happens several times in
one day. Of course, when these things
happen to someone else it’s rather
funny. I guess that we just have to j
with the flow and i ‘
but somewhat i
stride. Although,
scream at mine and put it
it does something I don’t want it to do.
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of the greatest assets Clifton and Bosque County has ever known. For
almost 60 yean, the facility has provided needed health care for area
citizens. While rural hospitals continue to dose at an alarming rate, Good-
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diverse services with each expansion project.
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The World V See Vt
B> B Knutr
It has been some time now since my
first column was published in The Clif-
ton Reoord. Going through my writing’s
I came across “My Testimony” and re-
alized that I have never had this one
published in the paper. This is what
started the ball roiling. I have had re-
quests for this many times. However, I
am still not able to stand up in front of
a crowd and tell this story without
breaking down. I have told this story
five times in public and for some rea-
son it just does not get any easier. I have
told it to the congregation at our
church, on a Wednesday night and Sun-
day morning. Since it was received so
well on all occasions, I believe that it is
time to share it with my reader's as well.
I hope you enjoy it.
My Testimony
God was never spoken of in my home
as I was growing up. Prayers were never
offered at mealtime or bedtime. I never
heard a prayer except when my uncle
and their families came to visit and eat
lunch on Sunday, or before a Friday
night football game. 1 did not know if
you got prayers from a store or if you
had to order them from a book. I did
not know they came from your heart.
The time I spent at Sunday school
was difficult for me. I didn’t know any-
thing about the Bible and when the
teacher called on me I always had to
say, ‘I don’t know.” This drew laughs
from the other kids. Church was no dif-
ferent. As I sat by myself on the pew, I
was often the object of the other boys’
pointing and laughing. Once the other
boys chased my away by yelling and
throwing rocks at me. My mother al-
ways took me to church but I had to
walk home.
One day I told my mother I needed a
Bible like the other kids. On my way
home from school, I had passed by the
five and 10 cent store. They had their
Bibles on display in the window and I
saw one I wanted. It cost $3.58 1
couldn’t wait to get home to tell my
mother. She asked me how much
money I had. I went to my room to
check my bank and found that 1 had
only $2.1 talked mom into going to
town and putting it on layaway.
My birthday was only a couple of
days away and for my present mom
paid it off. She gave it tome July 18,
19S9, and I read it all the time, as best
I could. You can only understand so
much when you are six years old.
Because the other boys had laughed
at me and everyone always asked my
why my mom and dad were not with
me, I never went back inside the
church. After the services would start,
I would park my bike around back and
sit outside on the steps behind the door
so 1 could hear the preacher and no one
could see me. Before the services were
over I would run away so no one would
see me.
When Bible school started, kids at-
tended from all over. Once again, I
though I’d fit in. 1 had to walk to Bible
school and the other kids laughed at
the clothes and shoes I wore. When I
told mom she said, “You know you can’t
have any new shoes until school starts.”
I went a few more days until I’d had
enough. That is how I grew up, not
knowing God in my younger years, and
because of this I lost more than I will
ever know. From that point on, Satan
moved into my heart and put up a no
vacancy sign.
Because 1 wanted to fit in, I was bap-
tized in 1976 at Stition Baptist church
in Reddiff, Ky., in a mostly military con-
gregation off post.
Years later, after meeting Pam, a
good Christian woman, we went to a
number of churches. Somehow as I got
doaer to the door, Satan would remind
me that he had control of my heart and
he would point to the no vacancy sign
every time God came calling. As before,
I would leave empty inside.
After some time I asked, “God, why
can all of these people go to church,
pray, sing, and rejoice in Your name
and leave with smiles on their faces,
love in their hearts, and I feel nothing.”
As before, I felt God had let me down
because 1 did not receive an answer.
When we moved to Golinda, the
Goiinda Baptist Church was less than a
mile down the road. My wife wanted
to start going to that church, so when
the day came, Satan was out polishing
up the sign and reminding me that as
long as he was in my heart, no one else
was coming in. He was right and again
I left as empty as
before, I tried a
couple of times after
that but Satan
would not budge.
One day we came
home from church
and my daughter,
son-in-law, and
grandson were
there. Magen, my S-year-old daughter,
took my son-in-law by the finer, led him
into the living room, and said, ‘Sit
down, we’re going to talk about God.”
1 was shocked. I just could not believe
that a small child could do something
like that.
Some time had passed and one Sun-
day morning I took my family to church
and I went back home. I was sitting in
my chair, having a cup of coffee as I
channel surfed on TV. I stopped on one
channel where a pastor was telling a
story. So I listened:
A lady had stopped by the pastor’s
office after services one Sunday. She
knocked on the door, was greeted, and
invited in. She told the pastor about her
husband losing his job and now it
seemed all he wanted to do was lay
around on the couch and watch TV. She
asked the pastor if maybe he would talk
with him and help him get through this
situation. Their bills were coming due
and she could meet them this time, but
she wasn’t sure about next month.
The pastor agreed he would visit her
husband the next evening. As promised,
the pastor knocked on their door the
next evening. Through the screen he
could see the man lying on the couch
watching TV. He got up to answer the
door greeted the pastor, and invited
him in. As the pastor entered the house,
he noticed the man had not shaved in
several days. His pants had been worn
more than twice and the undershirt he
wore looked just as bad and smelled
worse.
Upon entering the living room the
pastor noticed the pile of unread news-
papers by the couch, the trash can over-
flowing and an ash tray that looked like
it could not hold one more cigarette
butt. Several empty coffee cups and
glasses cluttered the coffee table. As the
pastor sat down, he noticed the man’s
Bible on the end table, thick with dust.
The wife poked her head around the
door and greeted the pastor. Then the
man laid back down on the couch and
began talking. He had been there only
a short time when he yelled to his wife
to bring him a coke. She replied that
she was trying to prepare supper. He
responded that it would just take her a
few minutes and so she brought his
coke.
After a few more minutes the man
yelled to her to get a pack of cigarettes
off the tod of the ice box. Once more
she replied that she was fixing supper.
Again her said it would just take her a
minute and so she brought his ciga-
rettes.
As the pastor sat there, he kept no-
ticing the man would keep looking at
his watch as if there was something
coining on TV that he did not want to
miss. After 20 minutes or so he looked
at his watch again, upped it a couple
of times with his finger and yelled,
“Honey, the second hand on my watch
has quit working.”
She stuck her head around the cor-
ner and said, Then it is in good com-
pany!"
Shortly after that we moved to the
Waco/Hewitt area. My wife began look-
ing for a new church right away. I came
home from work one day and she said
she had talked with the pastor of Bra-
zos Meadows Baptist Church. He and
his wife were coming over next
Wednesday nigh and could I please try
to be home. I though to myself, “Here
we go again."
Well, I missed that appointment be-
cause of my job. When I got home she
told my that she and the children were
going to go to church Sunday at Bra-
zos Meadows and asked if I would like
to go. I agreed. I left my Bible at home
that Sunday, sitting on the shelf col-
lecting dust.
As we were walking up to the doors,
something inside of me began to hap-
pen. I was not sure what. After Sunday
school and church, things were really
'i IVY MINI
One More Week (Again)
“One’more week,” she thought to
herself as she shut off the alarm and
headed for the caffeine she needed to
get through the morning rush.
“One more week,” she thought to
herself as her sleepy
child covered her,
head and pleaded I
for" one morel
minute.
“One more week," |
she thought to her-
self as her child |
whined about hav-
ing to wear the
clothes which she herself had picked
out the night before.
“One more week,” she thought to
herself when the child finally made it
to the table in time to whine about what
was for breakfast.
“One more week,” she thought to
herself as she shut the lunchbox and
wished her child a good day.
“One more week," she thought to
herself that afternoon when she again
greeted a tired, hungry child.
“One more week," she thought to
herself as she reminded the child again
to finish her homework before going
out to play.
“One more week," she thought to
herself as she saw from the clock that
it was already time to sun the evening
routine.
“One more week,” she thought to
happening inside. This went on for a
week. Something was changing and I
didn’t understand it. As the week pro-
gressed I felt like a big hurricane was
getting closer and closer to my heart.
Then on the following Sunday I went
with my family to Sunday school,
church, and the evening supper and
meeting. By this time I felt the storm
had hit shore and was tearing up ev-
erything inside of me. We went home
that night and my wife and I talked
about the overcrowding and things that
were brought up in the meeting. I laid
in bed that night, tossing and turning.
Satan kept telling me, “Don’t worry
about the people walking away, HI take
care of them.”
And on the other hand I was think-
ing, “These are not just visitors, but
Christians with a need of hearing God’
word."
The following morning I went to
work with bad pains all over my body
and my head pounding. This lasted
until about 2 p.m. Suddenly, I broke
out in a cold sweat that lasted a few
minutes. Then I felt like a newborn
child, seeing the world for the first time.
There is no other way to explain how I
felt.
I wanted to stop and tell someone
what had just happened to me. When I
got to Taylor; I was so excited that 1
stopped at the first phone I came to,
but it didn't work. I knew Satan was
trying to keep me from spreading the
news. I searched for another phone.
The first time my call did not go
through. I said, “OK Satan, this is one
you are not going to win.” .
The next time my call to Pam got
through. I was crying and she thought
I had been in a car wreck or something.
I explained to her that they were tears
of joy. I told her that I had asked Jesus
to come into my heart. We talked for a
few minutes and then I went on to run
my route.
What had happened was the storm
inside my body got so close to my heart,
that it pulled out the no vacancy sign
and when Satan ran out to grab it, God
rushed in and locked the door. He then
hung a great big “sold” sign in the win-
dow for all the world to see.
God is a living God! God is home and
working very hard at Brazos Meadows.
As for you Satan, go on, get out of
here, there is no use for you in my life
anymore. Just go out there on that
road, stick out your thumb, and get a
ride somewhere else because there is
no room for you a Brazos Meadows and
you are not going home with me to-
night!
I have always worked hard for ev-
erything I have. But There is one thing
I place in the highest ranks of all the
titles in the world. I know it is not go-
ing to be easy, but 1 am going to work
very hard to achieve it. Pam, I promise
you as sure as I am standing here,
Brother Bailey and congregation, that
some day 1 will have the title of being
known as a “good Christian man."
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herself before answering for the mil
lionth time why kids have to come in-
side when the sun is stiS up.
“One more week,” she thought to
herself as she directed her cranky child
through another bathtime drill.
“One more week," she thought to
herself as she closed the book and
watched her exhausted child drift off
to sleep.
“One more week,’ she thought to
herself as she collapsed on her pillow.
“One more week of school and routines,
and then she will be mine, mine, mine!
“Well stay outside way past dark,
catching fireflies in the summer night.
Well vacation in the mountains, swim
at the lake, and eat hot dogs straight
off the grill whenever we want.
“FT1 let her sleep as late as she wants,
and suy in her pajamas until noon. I’ll
let her run around the house in her
bathing suit all day long if she wants,
and I won’t even look to see if there
are shoes on her feet.
“It’ll be great," she thought as she
nodded off. “I won’t even care when
the house is a mess, or the refrigerator
is opened five hundred times a day. 1
won’t say a word when the windows
are rattling because she and her friends
are performing gymnastics feats in my
living room."
“I’ll be a really cool mom this sum-
mer," she promised herself, and
snuggled deeper into her pillow.
“At least ‘til August," she mumbled
as she slid into a deep slumber.
Amateur Radio Club
To Meet In Whitney
WHITNEY — The Lake Whitney
Amateur Radio Society will hold its
monthly meeting Saturday, May 18,10
a.m., at Mom’s Sandwich Shoppe. The
restaurant is located at 307 South
Bosque (Highway 22), next to David's
Supermarket, in Whitney.
“Anyone interested in amateur radio
is invited to attend,” said club member
Johnny Grant.
For more information, contact Grant
at (817) 694-5672.
West Shore VFD
Rummage Sale Held
Over, Prices Slashed
LAGUNA PARK — The fund-raising
rummage sale held last weekend by
West Shore Volunteer Fire Department
was a big success, but many items re-
main left over from the sale. Depart-
ment members have decided to hold the
sale over to this weekend.
Items not sold in last weekend’s sale
will be sold this weekend at half price,
according to West Shore Fire Chief
Ernest Cheyne.
The sale starts at 9 a m. and contin-
ues until 6 p.m. both Friday and Satur-
day.
Bosque Farm Bureau
Sponsoring Teen
Competitions June 25
CLIFTON — The Bosque County
Farm Bureau board of directors is spon
soring a Miss Texas Farm Bureau con
test and a Talent Find contest on
Tuesday, June 25. The events will be
held in the Clifton Civic center.
The ladies’ pageant is open to any
daughter of a Texas Farm Bureau mem
ber. The membership's and contestant’s
residence must be within the Bosque
County district. Contestants must be
single (defined as never married, and
without children), and between the
ages of 16 and 19 years as of Set. 1,
1996. Talent Find contestants' qualifi-
cations are the same as for the pageant.
Each Bosque County winner will re-
ceive a scholarship to the college or
university ot tneir choice, and will ad-
vance to district competition. Winners
of the district contests will receive $600
scholarships, and advance to state com-
petition.
The state contests will be held at the
annual Texas Farm Bureau convention.
Winners of the state contests will re-
ceive $2,000, while runners-up receive
$1,500 scholarships.
“Both of these contests are excellent
opportunities for the youth of Bosque
County to receive scholarship money,”
said Herman Symank, Bosque County
Farm Bureau president.
Entries must be received at the local
office by Friday, June 20. For more in-
formation, write the bureau at P.O. Box
287, Clifton, TX 76634, or call (817)
675-6456.
“Call today to obtain and entry form^
and to let us know of your interest. This
is a great-opportunity to earn money
for college,” Symank concluded.
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