This blog is one of two that I have thanks to the gracious gift of God through freebies given by “Them”, the Ether Vaporeal Creatures that create blogs. I am not a theologian. All statements given here are my own, and may or may not reflect my Owner or Manager. Though I will make affirmations about truth, I try to ground them in the only true Anchor of reality, the Word of God. A Rose gets her name from the favorite saying of my favorite, and now home with the Lord, the Original Meta-narrator, and Cult Apologist, Walter Martin.
I was born in Ogden, Utah, into a historically Mormon family dating back to the original founders, my paternal progenitors being scouts for Brigham Young. My immediate family was not Mormon. On the maternal side, I am a descendant of the Edwards. Both Twitchells and Edwards lived in Boston contemporaneously. The names appear throughout the northern New England states. Interestingly, the two would find themselves Westerners here in Cheyenne. Mary Edwards was the first white native of Cheyenne. I am a white aboriginal you might say. She married a man known as the County Fiddler. Hiram Davidson helped to establish the original Cheyenne Frontier Days and one of the first floats in the parade here was called Hiram’s Dance Hall, more recently known as Daisy Bristol’s. Hiram was immortalized in Owen Wister’s tale, “The Virginian.” They were friends.
But that is not the history that I am most sheepishly proud of. It is this, I come from a line of Presbyterians. Through the meanderings of time and religion, my generation, that is me in particular, finally was reunited with the doctrines of the Reformation. Weird connection, I know, but now you will know why some of the weird connections I make in my posts seem so obtuse.
I blog here for two purposes. First, to hopefully entice my fellow Cheyennigans to participate. But, I am not sure that there are more than two phone lines in the city proper that are in working order at any given time. I still wait for sails flying the Colors of my native neighborhood to popup on the horizon, if you get my drift. Second, is to engage issues affecting the *catholic church. Of most interest to me, having been made a recent convert to Reformed Theology, is Reformed Theology, and how it is that the Protestant Movement today is for the most part an informal Romanism, kind of an Emergent Church branch of Roman Catholicism. The Emergent Church is also an interest. therefore, as both an attack from without, and because I firmly believe that the EC emerged from the doctrinal uncertainty that breeds its own from within.
I am married to the Grand Duckiness of Mild Demeanor, the true-heart and her loveliness, Lady over the lord of the manor, Laura. I have three wonderful “foul children of my loins,” Hannah, Jesse and Jacob, who make no feigned attempts at showing embarrassment when I introduce them as such. They affectionately call their mother Momma Moose and show all the marks of being raised by a competent father, who I would much appreciate meeting some day. Truly a blessing, truly a miracle! I also have another daughter from a previous, ahem, entanglement. Laurel lives in the wannabe Capitol of Wyoming, and liberal Mecca, Casper, with her husband, Cody, praise God, and my three grand duck-lets, Acacia, Cooper, and Sage. And I am only twenty-nine, give or take a few years.
My degree is in Social Work, but I am a retired commercial painter by trade, and have done a little of everything. My deepest desire is ministry and to fulfill whatever calling the Lord will provide. Right now, I am wearing the apron and cleaning up after my adopted daughter, defender of the breach, the nose with a tail, hunter of the dreaded sabre-toothed cottontail, tracker of the mud, bringer of the dust might, and hair and poop factory, my Aussie mix, Mocha Breve, named for my favorite Baptist beverage. She replaces earlier Beta versions, the last upgrade being Dioge which is Greek for dog.
To the lost I say come with me, to the found, show me the way, and to God, to you alone be the glory.
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