One Decade Seems Very Short In Eternity, Really Long Around Here

Ten years have passed since my father died. Lest anyone forget his name, it is Oliver Joseph Courtemanche, Junior. He was never a “junior” in my world, he was always him.

In the ten years that have gone by, a lot of things have taken place that he can only view from Heaven. The list is significant:

He has a new granddaughter, Jane. She’s a bright, sweet girl with more than a touch of him in her makeup.

His wife continues to love him. She’s not moved on, but has moved into a new phase of her life. She travels, plays cards, does yoga, and house-sits dogs for neighbors. All-in-all, I think she’d give it all up to have him back.

All of his children are now in their 50’s. None of them were at the time he died.

We have seen the presidency change over twice since he died.

We have been at war constantly in those ten years.

His oldest son is now a published author, and his youngest is a college professor. The other two are successful in their fields. None of us is in prison. (See, Mom, I told you I was behaving!)

All of the families have changed domestic pets. None that he knew are still with us.

The internet plays a much bigger role in our lives.

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Most of all, during the past ten years, while we continue on without him, he’s at the side of God.

For those of you without strong religious beliefs, the next few lines may be a surprise. But I will proclaim them in full confidence of their truth.

My dad, for whatever his faults were, was a man of faith. He firmly believed in the divinity of Jesus Christ.

I am a man of faith, I firmly believe in the divinity of Jesus Christ.

I am sad for my mom and siblings, as I know they feel the loss of my father deeply.

I do not mourn my father, as I am sure he is in Heaven. There is no pain, no emphysema, no ruptured blood vessel, no illness in that place. Only glory and bliss.

My father’s final words were, “I think I see Jesus.”

He saw where he was going. I know I will meet him there someday.

Good enough for me. You see, that ten years has kind of dragged on this planet, but in Heaven it is an eye-blink.

Dad, we’ll be there before we know it. And since that’s the literal truth, we’d better all prepare now. I’ll introduce you when we all get there.

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This is a very easy deal for everyone. No blog today, I’m working on finishing up another audio book.

So, want to listen to the first three in the series? (They’re the ones at the right by Michael DiMercurio.) Yeah, not Christian fiction, some sex, some bad words, nothing beyond comprehension.

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I’ll be back next week with something deep and inspiring. Or, a Llama video from Youtube.

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I Can Only Imagine Causes Leaky Eyes. And, A Renewed Zest For Amy Grant.

Cutting directly to the chase, go see I Can Only Imagine tonight. It won’t be in theaters for long, don’t miss your chance.

Recently, my wife and I saw two movies. The first was an action movie. I watched the coming attractions with something akin to trepidation. Not only didn’t I enjoy the broad-stroke outlines of the plots, but I kept thinking “Man, they’re just degrading people in this movie.” It wasn’t just one preview that made me feel that way, it was all but one. Yes, I wanted to see exactly one of the movies they touted, and my interest in that is marginal.

The second movie we saw was I Can Only Imagine. The previews for that movie left me feeling uplifted. I wanted to see each of them to some degree. What did they have in common? They had characters who were trying to fix themselves or others. Just like life is in an ideal world. Not the dark, abusive, lonely set of violent previews I’d seen for the other movie – and I like dark and violent in my movies. But I mean spiritually dark. And there’s more than enough of that in life. If the trailers make you feel better, the movie has to be great. It was.

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So, watch the trailer for I Can Only Imagine and then I’ll babble.

I think that preview probably gave you a bit of the flavor. If you’re not a fan of Christian music, you probably still heard the song many times on popular radio/country stations. The band, Mercy Me, is huge. I can vouch for the uplifting music, and I’m confident in saying that the movie is every bit as wonderful as the trailer makes it seem.

Now, the question is: is it a good movie, or a good “Christian Movie?” That’s a valid question. A lot of movies are sold to the Christian market based on their faith value, not their production value. Fear not – this is a great flick. It has timeless value in good writing, great photography, a plot (real life has those as well) and a bunch off actors from the top of the craft. So put aside your “I don’t want to be converted” mindset and go see a good movie. (Which, begs the question: what’s so wrong about being converted?)

Amy Grant. I mentioned her in the title to this post, and it’s only fair to say that she plays an important role in this movie, just as she has in Bart Millard’s life. She has played an important role in my life as well: she’s my muse. Yes, every author has some go-to thing that helps them write. Amy’s album The Collection does that for me. If I’m writing, that’s what’s on the headphones.

It soothes, it inspires, and I know all the words, so my brain can focus on my words. I always knew I’d like her in person, but having seen the movie I am sure that she’s every bit of what I’ve built her up to in my mind. Wow. A great woman.

Thus, I encourage you to go see I Can Only Imagine today. Shoo. Go. Now.

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W.A.G. Is The Media Mode Today

Once upon a time, in my youth, we had an expression in the intelligence world: “W.A.G. it.” It meant Wild Assed Guess. (Sorry if that offends, but the context is important)

“Wagging” was used when you had a minimum amount of information, but you wanted to “be the first on the street” with your report. If you lucked out, you would be praised for your amazing insight into the issue. If you screwed up, someone else would top your error within a month in such a spectacular manner that you’d be off the hook outside of your immediate circle of friends. They’d never let you live it down. Which was good, it kept you from doing it again – for the most part.

Look out, Fedex, the Fat Man is coming.

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There was a second “sin” that we saw quite a bit. Let’s say that someone at the C.I.A. “wagged” something. Inevitably, someone in our command would cite that as evidence in their own conclusions. Up next, another command would say, “Well, the C.I.A. and those guys over in Rota all agree that this is the situation. Let’s go with it.” That is known as circular intelligence. Because the next guy placed all his faith in some moron who was wagging it, and as the numbers multiplied the only real “intelligence” was the original wild assed guess. Nice.

This morning, watching several news networks, I saw a log of wagging and more than a bit of circular intelligence. They added in a dash of “retired expert” who then cited a Tweet – yes, a twitter announcement, as his source. They knew literally nothing other than an explosion took place in a Fedex sorting facility, and that there was a reported school shooting in Maryland. The sheriff had announced that the school was on lockdown and the shooter “contained.” That’s it.

Next thing you know, the geniuses on the networks, the same crew that is wrong about almost every-single-thing they talk about on guns, is opining on trigger mechanisms, placement of, and types of explosives. I guess none of them read my book, or they’d be using that as their source. (Remember, in the pre-book rambling I warn that I lied a lot to make sure you couldn’t use it as a guide to making real bombs.)

As a result, I’m going to just go back to reading my book on Jewish humor. I’d rather know about how Mel Brooks got to where he got than what some collection of botox, hairspray, and implants thinks about a bombing campaign.

WAG that circle, kids.

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Bad Dog. No Press Briefing For You.

I love the fact that I can watch the White House press briefing on the internet. It gives me an opportunity to work on my language skills and fully appreciate just how smart my dog, Stormy, really is. Because, after careful evaluation, she’s a lot smarter, kinder, and more gracious than the trolls in that little room that Sarah Sanders has to face every day. I also like the fact that I can see these pompous, strutting twits without a filter. Otherwise, they cut the sound and images to mean what they want them to mean, and create a lie from the reality.

Stormy is smarter than most White House Reporters.

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Monday, as I watched, I marveled at their complete lack of understanding of the English language. They asked questions, or more accurately made statements couched as questions, regarding:

How wonderful the nuclear arsenal of North Korea was to the people of North Korea, and why would their government consider getting rid of their nuclear weapons just because President Trump asked them to do so.

Why can’t President Trump just issue orders and remove all bad bang sticks (we call them, “guns” at my house) from “icky people” who belong to the NRA. Sarah, much to her credit, explained how a constitutional republic does business, instead of just having her helpers use Tazers on the individuals involved.

Why would the President go to California on Tuesday. They didn’t vote for him. (I can’t make this stuff up. Much as I’d like to see Saint Andreas take the whole rim (except Monterey) right into the Pacific, they are still a part of the United States, and at least a few people want that to remain so.)

Why doesn’t the President just outlaw bad guns, and make everyone wait until they’re 21 to get them.

The wall is bad. Some people say so, so President Trump is going to look at prototypes? Is he going to pick the best one? (I cannot adequately convey the shocked tone of that particular imbecile.) I would (because Sara didn’t) point out to them that Donald Trump has some experience in building things, and may actually be fully qualified to judge the merits of the designs based on the information at hand.

Guns are bad. Why does the President chicken out to the NRA?

Rinse and repeat.

As usual, after the third time some idiot asked the same question, she ended the press conference. You don’t have to be an intelligence analyst to pick out that pattern.

Mind, I have my own lens when viewing these clown-shows, but I’m open about it.

I have come to despise the press. Very few genuine reporters left, lots of snowflakes with attitudes.

Oh, what I’d give for a Presidential venue where he could get his side out without the nitwits…

At my house, we call that Twitter. Heck, even I tweet – check me out and follow me for ridiculous things I say. If you’re more visual, I’m on Instagram as well.

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