Most bloggers start out the year with an upbeat post about goals to hold to in the new year. Of course, I’m an outcast, so you get what you get.

First: why can’t Christian movies hire a sound engineer who notices that “Crap, Libby’s microphone didn’t work for the first twenty scenes. We need to get her in the booth and loop it!” Or, more likely, “David, I just watched the rough cut. You play that awful background track your nephew recorded at volume 8, and the actors dialogue at 3. Fix it. Nobody except a lip reader can make out what’s going on. Except that a Theremin doesn’t fit and we must have gotten it cheap.”

Second: Aside from the fact that a great number of wannabe dictators still rule in a few states, last year was a great one for me personally. Well, a bit rocky with my wife almost croaking from a gangrenous gallbladder following a joint replacement surgery. And there being rattlesnakes in my back yard… 

Seriously, it was a good year, we escaped a dark, cold place to a warm free one. My side gigs mentoring and recording were blessed with great success, and I can honestly say I made a difference in the world. And that alligator at the intersection of Oil Well Grade Road and 70th street didn’t eat me. (He’s huge. I figure about 10 rounds of 9mm huge. Let’s not find out.)

The coming year has a full schedule intellectually, writing and recording are booked solid for the entire 12 months to come. I finished 2021 with a couple of very nice volunteer Santa events. The best kind. I hope to do more this coming year.

Maybe that’s the point of the blog today: the small victories in 2021 were actually huge victories. Nobody that really knows me thinks I speak Spanish beyond a 2 year old’s level Seriously, I understand way better than I speak. And yet, because God needed me to pull it off, I did my best while working with a largely Spanish speaking clientele to meet their needs. I was amazed that all the training I had on piecing together what I knew with what probably was said (Thank you, Naval Security Group and Mike Burress for that training) allowed me to be of comfort to some very stressed out people. I was able to comfort people in their language. IF that didn’t come directly from God guiding my brain and tongue I know nothing about miracles. I am thankful for that opportunity to serve. 

2022 will be a year of increased service. And fence building (I have 3 acres to enclose and one post-hole digger) for the good of everyone. 

I’ll try to keep you all apprised. It is a pleasure to know people read this blog and enjoy it. 

A blessed 2022 to all of you.

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