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Home January-March 2004

Hair It Comes
Submitted by Gary Skaggs

A	man went to a barbershop to have his hair and beard cut as always. He began to

have a good conversation with the barber who attended him. They talked about so many things and various subjects. Suddenly the subject turned to God. The barber said:
   "Look man, I don't believe that God exists."
   "Why do you say that?" asked the customer.
   "Well, it's so easy, you just have to go out in the street to realize that God doesn't exist. Tell me, if God exists, would there be so many sick people? Would there be abandoned children? If God exists, there would be neither suffering nor pain. I can't think of loving a God who permits all of these things.
   The customer thought for a moment, but he didn't know exactly how to respond and and didn't want to start and argument. The barber finished his job and the customer left the shop.

   Just after he left the barber-shop, he saw a man in the street with long hair and a beard. It was very long and had been a long time since he had his hair cut and he looked dirty and unkempt.
   The customer turned and went back into the barbershop and he said to the barber:
   "You know what? Barbers do not exist."
   "How can you say that?" asked the surprised barber. "I'm here and I am a barber. Why I just worked on you!"
   "No!" the customer exclaimed. "Barbers don't exist because if they did there would be no people with long hair and beards like the man across the stree."
   "Ah," replied the barber, "barbers do exist. What happens is that people do not come in to me."
   "Exactly!" affirmed the customer. "That's the point! God does exists. What happens is people don't go to Him and do not look for Him. That's why there's so much pain and suffering in the world.

Responsibility
Submitted by Harold Skaggs

S	enior citizens are constantly being criticized

for every conceivable deficiency of the modern world, real or imaginary.
We will take responsibility for all we have done and do not blame others. But upon reflection, we should like to point out that it was not the senior citizens who took:

The melody out of music, the pride out of appearance, the romance out of love, the commitment out of marriage, the responsibility out of parenthood, the togetherness out of family, the learning out of education, the service out of patriotism, the civility out of behavior, the refinement out of language, the dedication out of employment, the prudence out of spending, the ambition out of achievement.
And we certainly are not the ones who eliminated patience and tolerance from personal relationships and interactions with others!

Guess
Where
I wonder how many of you will recognize this place. It is somewhere you all have at least heard of and probably have been there in the past.
Answer on page six.

Volume 3 Issue 1
Dear Friend,

Just a little line to say I'm living
That I'm not among the dead.
Though I'm getting more forgetful, and mixed up in my head.

I got used to my arthritis,
To my dentures I'm resigned.
I can manage my bifocals,
But, Lord, how I miss my mind.

Sometimes I can't remember
When I stand beside the stairs,
If I must go up for something,
Or if I've just come down from there.

I stand before the fridge at times
My poor mind filled with doubt.
Have I come to put food away,
Or come to take some out?

So if it's my turn to write to you,
There's no need for getting sore.
I may think that I have written
And don't want to be a bore.

I do know that I miss you
And wish that you were near,
And now it's nearly mail time,
So I must say good by, my dear.

Now I'm standing at my mail box, with a face so very red.
Instead of mailing you my letter,
I just opened it instead!