Category: My Writing…

I used to love to listen to the rain. It was peaceful and wonderful. Then severe weather and my responsibilities at the radio station took over. I couldn’t enjoy the rain anymore. All I could do was curse as I was stuck in a studio giving important, yet boring information to the listeners of my station.

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There was building going on in heaven, and the Big Guy was looking for his need. He had the best of designers but they were all missing the boat. He had a concept he wanted captured, a concept of wood and of love.

The Big Guy needed a carpenter, and he looked all throughout the land. He found carpenters a plenty, those with experience in everything. He saw them with lathes a ready, planes and colors of paint many.

But he had a thought of something special, and a special man did he need.

The Big Guy needed a carpenter and he saw one on earth he could use.

Yes, his son Patrick was brilliant and daring. He brought great passion to his work. The Big Guy needed his skilled hands.

So the Big Guy took him gently to heaven, no pain did he feel when he left. The Big Guy needed a carpenter and so he took my brother for him.

Now my brother is working with Michelangelo, discussing paint and the rest. My brother is discussing plans with Frank Lloyd Wright, as they all know that Pat was the best. Though in his mortal life, he did not make much money, and his works did not hang in the Louvre. The Big Guy needed a carpenter and he worked with only the best.

Though I cannot see his masterpiece now I know my brother is working.

I can hear “I’m on my way” in my ears. I can see Pat working while my sister watches, helping make it perfect.

The Big Guy needed a carpenter, how I wish he just didn’t need Pat now.

Sometimes you have to pay the piper when you do something in anger, especially when you’re not a violent man.

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I can remember the day I fell in love with my ex-wife. It was like it was yesterday. We had talked and talked over and over again on who would make the long trip to see the other one, me from Lubbock or her from Indiana. I decided to make the first trip. There was a writers convention in Indianapolis so if for some reason she flaked out on me I could go spend time on that.

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One afternoon as I was staring into the middle of space I was wondering what would happen if I could interview the Big Guy, The Intelligent Designer.

I started writing questions that I would ask… and the answers just poured out too…

My questions in bold

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