October 25, 2014

A Man With A Mission

<center> My Life's Mission </center>

My Early Beginnings

Born and raised on a small family farm near Burt, Michigan, I attended, somewhat sporadically, a small country Methodist church located in the small town of Burt. Early on, I remember our pastor being a woman, Mrs. Shaw, who was replaced by Rev. Floyd Burlingame, who pastored there until after my graduation from high school in 1964.

Following my graduation from high school, while serving in the U.S. Navy, I continued my sporadic church attendance, either in Protestant services on base or at a local Methodist Church, as had been my childhood experience.

Early in 1972, a young woman I had been dating invited me to church one Wednesday evening and I went. It was my first encounter with the Church of the Nazarene and I enjoyed the service. I want back the following Sunday and continued attending every Sunday and Wednesday evening. After about six weeks, I responded to a Sunday night altar call, at which time I acknowledged Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior. My new life's adventure had just begun.

My First Miracle

Prior to my encounter with Jesus Christ, my focus had been on being the nastiest, foulest, most vulgar I could be and took great pride in standing out as one of the very nastiest people I knew of.

The night that I had encountered Jesus Christ and recognized Him as my Lord and Savior, as I went to bed, but before I went to sleep, I prayed, "Lord, if I am going to be a Christian, I simply cannot go on as I have been for so long. I need to give up being so foul and vulgar, I need to clean up my act. But I've been this way for too long, I can change on my own, I need Your help -- I need a miracle".

The next morning, I got up and went to work as usual, not aware of anything different about myself, but with memories of the previous night fresh in my mind. I worked at a mobile home factory that had converted to manufacturing double-wide homes and I constructed interior walls used in their production. I had always been very high profile and my vile nature was no secret -- as mentioned previously, it was my claim to fame. However, within two or three hours of my starting work that Monday morning, the entire plant was buzzing and I was the topic of discussion. All who saw and heard me marveled at the sudden change in me; no more cursing and swearing, I had suddenly become polite, my vocabulary without its foul expletives.

That was early in 1972, March or April. As I continued my church attendance I grew more and more aware of what I perceived as a call to the ministry. I was so excited about my new life's experience, I wanted to share with everyone. In November, 1972, I moved to Bourbonnais, IL, to begin my preparation for the ministry.

More Miracles Ahead

I left my home in Michigan with all I could pack into my Volkswagen beetle (it was pea green, with a sun roof that leaked) and barely enough gas money to get me to Illinois. Upon arrival in Bourbonnais, IL that night, with no place to go, I stopped in to the college and informed the attendant at the Information Desk of my mission. I was put into a guest room for the night and the next day I had a student meal card, my own dorm room and a part time job on campus. Since the end of that term was so close, I could not enroll in classes until Spring term, so I stayed on campus, worked part time and learned my way around the campus and my new community.

I enrolled in classes in January, 1983, with all intents and purposes of pursing a Major in Theology and a Minor in Sociology, in order to prepare for my dream to become a preacher of the Gospel. All this was funded through student loans and my part time job on campus, which meant no immediate financial burden on my part.

Then Along Came Ellen

In the course of attending classes and making new friends, this charming young lass, Ellen, came into my life. With the combination of my disillusion with college life and my falling for her charms, I dropped out of college the end of the Spring term 1974 and married Ellen in January 1975.

The Dream Never Died

Over the years, while I have continued to read and study the Bible, my dream of preaching the Gospel has never died. Even when I moved my family to Tulsa, OK in February, 1986, I entertained thoughts of attending Oral Roberts University in the pursuit of that dream. That, however, never happened.

Today, although I have yet to complete a formal education, my reading the book of Jeremiah in the Bible has opened my eyes to the spiritual needs of my home country today. I have come to recognize that the deterioration of our system of government is due mostly to the growing apostasy and moral depravity of the American people.

Birth of a New Ministry

I maintain that politics will not save our nation without God and the Bible. I believe our nation is facing a time of severe Divine judgement, that God is about to turn this nation upside down and shake it. I believe very strongly that until "we the people" turn back to God and the Bible, that things will only continue to get worse, until, ultimately, we, as a nation, self-destruct as a result of our own apostasy.

Only God Can Save Us

The Bible says, "Blessed is the nation, whose god is the LORD". On the flip side, what does that say of a nation whose god is someone or something other than the God of our Fathers? Only God can save us and it is my mission to preach that message to anyone that will hear until my dying day.

My Life's Adventure

Learning A New Skill -- HTML

A Dream Fulfilled

I've discovered an online site that teaches HTML and SCC for the creation of web pages, something I've wanted to do for a long time, but have not been free to attend college classes. This way, I learn what I want without all the peripheral requirements, which I have satisfied in years past at other schools.

My First College Venture

In 1973 and 1974, I attended Olivet Nazarene College in Bourbonnais, IL, where I completed several General Education courses, including Math, English, History, Political Science and Sociology.

My Second College Venture

In the later 1970's I attended Kankakee Community College in Kankakee, IL where I completed more Math work, with a focus on Electronics, which has always been my first love.

The Ultimate Goal

While I lived in Crossett, AR, I attended Forest Echoes Vo-Tech the spring term of 1983, having received credit for the fall term based on previous education. I graduated the summer of 1983, top of my class, with a Diploma in Electronics Technology.

Advancing My Career

Following my graduation from Vo-Tech, I moved my family to Fayetteville, AR, where I worked in a TV repair shop for a time, then worked for a Photo Processing company, where I not only did some photo processing, which I loved, but also took on the repair and maintenance of the photo processing equipment.

The Big Move

In January of 1985 I was hired to work for Baldwin Organ in Fayetteville, AR as an Engineering Technician, where I built prototype models for research and development. I left Baldwin a year later, when I moved my family to Tulsa, OK.

Shortly after moving to the Tulsa area, I started repairing organs, keyboards and home entertainment electronics, which I did for about a year and a half. My business failed late in 1987 due to the severe recession taking place at the time.

Mid-Life Career Change

Following the failure of my electronic business and with other employment all but impossible to find, I chose to follow another course; as a younger man I had thought about being a truck driver, but had been discouraged by other family members. At this time, since I needed to provide for my family, I decided to try out a new career. I enrolled in a home study course early in 1988, then upon completion, attended an on-site driving course in Little Rock, AR for several weeks, then started my new truck driving career as an owner-operator with North American Van Lines out of Fort Wayne, IN.

Over the course of the next 16 years, I drove for several companies, leaving North American after six months, then leaving Polar Express out of Arkansas after only a month, then Kroblin Refrigerated Express in Tulsa after about a year and a half, then PST Van Lines out of Salt Lake City, UT after about a year and a half, then USA Truck out of Van Buren, AR and finally, I accepted a driving position with Crete Carrier out of Lincoln, Nebraska.

A Major Life Event

I left Crete Carrier in 1996 to get off the road and take local delivery work in order to have more time with my family, especially my little girls, that were growing up so quickly. Then, in January, 1998, when my wife threw me out and demanded a divorce, which was granted in October, 1998, I returned to Crete Carrier until the end of September, 2002.

A Major Betrayal and Disappointment

Early in October, 2002, I moved to Houston, TX, where I had been offered an opportunity to re-train as a Loan Officer for a broker who agreed to send me back to Oklahoma after my training, to represent her in my home state. Things did not work out as anticipated. My employer, a widow, had no intentions of my returning to Oklahoma, but to pressure me into marrying her and remaining in Texas, neither of which I was inclined to do. I returned to Oklahoma shortly after Thanksgiving, stayed with an ailing friend who needed assistance at home and in January, 2003, I moved back to Tulsa, where I returned to local delivery driving in the Tulsa metropolitan area.

Beginning of a New Life

Finally, in February, 2005, I met my present wife, recently widowed and lonely. We married in July, 2005, I moved to live with her in Owasso, OK where I have lived happily since.

Another New Beginning

Shortly after marrying Carole, I was given the opportunity to assume her late husband's small business, which I took, leaving my last job as a local delivery driver. Although the economy has taken its toll, I have owned and operated Palmer Disposable Products since 2006 and enjoyed every minute of it. I work part time, have plenty of time with my wife and following my early retirement in 2008, I am happy and secure, looking forward to my "golden years" with Carole and our two dogs.

October 8, 2014

 “Then they will deliver you up to tribulation and kill you, and you will be hated by all nations for My name’s sake."  ~Matthew 24:9  NKJV~

Be prepared to pay the price.  Jesus said, "pick up your cross and follow me".  Our faith in Him and our ultimate reward comes with a price that we must be willing to pay, "even," as Jesus said, "unto death".

"And because lawlessness will abound, the love of many will grow cold."  ~Matthew 24:12  NKJV~

Lawlessness takes many forms, the most conspicuous being corruption in politics and among public servants.  Jesus has suggested that many believers will succumb to the enticements of lawlessness due to their weakened or dying love, or faith -- indeed, we see the proof of this today all around us, from the smallest community to the federal government -- prophecy being fulfilled before our eyes. 


"But he who endures to the end shall be saved."  ~Matthew 24:13  NKJV~



"Do not fear any of those things which you are about to suffer. Indeed, the devil is about to throw some of you into prison, that you may be tested, and you will have tribulation ten days. Be faithful until death, and I will give you the crown of life."    ~Revelation 2:10  NKJV~

Faithful -- God calls upon us to trust our eternal destiny to Him and His promises; for those faithful, even unto death, the promise remains that God will give the crown of life.

October 5, 2014

A Broken Heart, A Broken Church

I have such a burden on my heart for the nation I call home. We have gone from a nation that once honored God, where our school kids honored our national flag with the Pledge of Allegiance at the beginning of each school day and took a moment of silence for those who wished to say a word of prayer -- how sad that today, God and prayer are not a part of the school kid's life and the flag is not displayed for fear of offending some foreigner that may not even be in this country legally. How sad -- and how tragic -- "we the people" will not escape the wrath of God, nor can our nation survive without Him. It breaks my heart...

August 3, 2014

The Death of a Nation

Ignorance

Apathy

Complacency

Moral Decay

Depravity

Apostasy

Greed

Slothfulness

All are nails in the coffin of what was, for many years, the greatest nation on Earth -- our United States of America.

Our Founding Fathers tried to warn us...

In the early years of our nation, up to and including the 1950's, the outcome of elections was determined mostly by educated working men and women.  That didn't work for the more liberal Democrats, though, since they could not prevail at the polls.  Then came the "get out the vote" drive of the 1960's aimed at the lower class Americans, the poor and uneducated -- those more likely to vote for welfare benefits that would benefit themselves and empower their Democrat benefactors rather than voting more wisely for the "good of the nation".  After fifty years, we see the result of that drive to replace the educated, intelligent voter with the poor and ignorant.

Through our public education system, AKA "Socialist Indoctrination Centers" those in power have successfully increased their voter base, while expanding the numbers of those dependent on government welfare benefits, thus ensuring their re-election time and time again.

Our greatest loss in American is the loss of the Chuirch, with the resultant decay of our nation's moral fabric and fiber.  It has been said of our nation's Constitution that it "...is suitable only for a religious and moral people and is suitable for no other".  With the loss of our morality and religious fervor comes the inherent and inevitable loss of our ability to rightly govern ourselves, since we have allowed our foundation to crumble.

I maintain that it is not politics that will restore our nation, but God and the Bible, along with those virtues and values on which this nation was born and which made us the greatest nation on Earth.  Until we invite and welcome God back into our homes, our churches, our schools, our workplace and our marketplace, we are doomed as a nation.

We have one Hope and that is God.

 

December 28, 2012

A Season's Greeting for Everyone

To All My Left-wing and Liberal Friends:

Please accept with no obligation, implied or explicit, my best wishes for an environmentally conscious, socially responsible, low-stress, non-addictive, gender-neutral celebration of the summer/winter solstice holiday, practiced within the most enjoyable traditions of the religious persuasion of your choice, or secular practices of your choice, with respect for the religious/secular persuasion and/or traditions of others, or their choice not to practice religious or secular traditions at all. I also wish you a fiscally successful, personally fulfilling and medically uncomplicated recognition of the onset of the generally accepted calendar year 2013, but not without due respect for the calendars of choice of other cultures whose contributions to society have helped make Canada and the United States great nations. Not to imply that these two countries are necessarily greater than any other country in the world. Also, this wish is made without regard to the race, creed, colour, age, physical ability, religious faith or sexual preference of the wishee.


To My Right-wing Friends:

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

December 17, 2012

Assault Weapon? Or Defensive?



 



The ONLY difference between an assault weapon and a defensive weapon is the user-- the problem, then, is not the weapon, but the person using it.


December 13, 2012

On the Legs of a Lass

As a required elective, the young co-ed chose Ornithology, thinking it would be a fun and easy class.  All went well until the final exam, when she entered the class room to find a row of small cages along one wall, a bird in each cage, with shrouds concealing all but each bird's legs.

The exam was simple-- identify each bird by genus and species by observing its legs only.

Following a period of frustration the co-ed stalked to the front of the room, threw her exam paper down on the instructor's desk, declaring, "This is stupid!  This has to be the most stupid exam I have ever been asked to take!"

As she stormed out of the class room the instructor called after her, "Just a minute, young lady.  Would you please tell me who you are?"

Pulling up her skirt to reveal her legs, the co-ed shot back, "Guess, mister!  Just take a guess!"    

July 4, 2012

Owasso City Council-- Leadership, or Figureheads?

Last night's City Council vote on re-zoning the property designated for Sam's Club development and other matters have set me to thinking.

First, planning and negotiations with Sam's Club have been taking place for some time-- for example, I have known of it for over a year, having learned of it confidentially right after being elected to the City Council.

The City Council has had no part in the negotiations or the decision making process-- none-- when all was said and done, the formal announcement was made that Sam's Club was planning to locate in Owasso and the City Council was asked to vote on and approve the deal, with no full knowledge of all that had transpired, including the promises and agreements made behind closed doors.

The City Council-- the City's highest level of leadership-- has been excluded from participating in one of its key functions-- decision making and policy setting for the City of Owasso.

Every pertinent Oklahoma statute, the Owasso City Charter, the Owasso Code of Ordinances-- in every instance, the City Manager is defined as subordinate to the City Council, yet when a project of such magnitude as negotiating for locating a multi-million dollar a year business in our city, the Council, our city's highest level of leadership, has been excluded from the proceedings and decision making process.

The question remains: Does the Owasso City Council function as the city's highest level of leadership, or has it been relegated to mere figurehead status?

For the people,

Patrick D. Ross
City Councilor, Ward 4


October 27, 2011

A More Personal Note

It's been a little over two weeks since the special election and my silence must seem deafening to some of you, my more regular readers of this blog.

Please let me explain.

On Thursday, October 13, my wife and I noticed our nearly 5 year old German Shepherd was not feeling well.  As we moved into and through the weekend, we watched as our dog got sicker and sicker, until by Sunday afternoon we decided it was time to take her to see a veterinarian.

Monday morning, Oct. 17 we saw a vet, had blood work and urinalysis done and it was determined that due to a high white blood cell count,high fever and other factors, our Casey had an infection.

Thursday that week, we got the diagnosis and on Friday morning we started her on antibiotics.  Her condition did not improve, but grew steadily worse, until Saturday evening we took her to an emergency animal clinic in Tulsa to be checked on again.

Following an examination, the veterinarian assured us our dog's life was not in any immediate danger, told us to continue the antibiotics and to call back if she did not improve.

Casey's condition continued to deteriorate until late Sunday evening, when, fearing for her life, we took Casey back to the emergency animal clinic in Tulsa, where they kept her for the night, administering IV fluids and antibiotics.

She was released to our care on Monday morning, October 24 with instructions to return to our own vet for follow-up care, at which time they recommended an ultrasound to check all of Casey's internal organs for any visible sign of physical problem.  We took Casey to Tulsa for the ultrasound, to a clinic specially equipped for that particular exam.

While the ultrasound went well, there were no conclusive signs of physical disorder.  Casey was given additional meds for nausea and pain, while we were instructed to continue the antibiotics.

Finally, on Tuesday afternoon, October 25, I returned Casey to the vet for a follow-up examination, where her condition did not appear to be improving.  We agreed to another exam the following day, Wednesday, at 4:15 PM, so my wife, Carole could be with us.  In the course of Tuesday's exam, it was determined that Casey had gone blind in one eye, one ear had been affected and she had suffered partial paralysis on the right side of her body. she could barely stand and walk.

Casey's condition took a turn for the worst over Tuesday night.  She could barely stand and walk, the paralysis in her face left her drooling uncontrollably and that Wednesday morning my wife and I decided we could not allow her to suffer any longer.

With tears in her voice and in her eyes, my wife said we had to bring this to an end and we couldn't wait until afternoon.

With a heavy heart, I called the veterinary clinic, told them of our Casey's condition and that we had decided it was in our dog's best interest to simply put her to sleep.  We agreed to meet with them at 8:15 AM yesterday, October 26, 2011.

Following a brief consultation, we had a few moments of quiet time with our beloved pet, then the lethal dosage of anaesthetic was administered.  Casey fell asleep almost immediately, her head resting quietly in my wife's lap, a fitting farewell to one who had given so much love in so little time.

With heavy and broken hearts, we bid farewell to our beloved Casey.



 
Casey
Nov '06 to Oct 26, 2011


 





September 13, 2011

A Touch of Humor

I got the following anecdote from an old friend in an e-mail.  It's just too good not to share.  Enjoy!

The English language has some wonderfully appropriate collective nouns for the various groups of animals.

We are all familiar with a Herd of cows, a Flock of chickens, a School offish and a Gaggle of geese.

However, less widely known is a Pride of lions, a Murder of crows (as well as their cousins the rooks and ravens), an Exaltation of doves and presumably because they look so wise, a Parliament of owls.

Now consider a group of Baboons. They are the loudest, most dangerous, most obnoxious, most viciously aggressive and least intelligent of all primates.  And what is the proper collective noun for a group of baboons?  Believe it or not ...... a CONGRESS !