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Ferguson: What About Bob?
In a fractured world full of noise and anger, maybe the real question is simple: what about Bob, and everyone else?
If your name is Bob, this column isn’t specifically about you. I promise. If I lie, stick a needle in my eye. No needles will come near my eyes today.
My first father-in-law is named Bob (sometimes known as Bovina Bob), and this is not about him. I could write about Bob easily. He’s been part of my life in one form or another since I was 12.
I stayed with him and my future mother-in-law, Joan, while my parents traveled. He was one of my youth baseball coaches. I did crazy, nothing-can-ever-hurt-us teenage-boy stuff with his son. I eventually married his youngest daughter. He’s a grandfather to my children. He was my college algebra teacher after I married his daughter. How awkward is it for your father-in-law to have proof that his daughter married a complete moron at math? I learned a valuable lesson under his tutelage: D’s get degrees.
But I digress.
So “What about Bob?” is the title of a 1991 movie starring Richard Dreyfuss as a psychiatrist and Bill Murray as his patient.
In one scene, Bob shares a poem: “Roses are red, violets are blue, I’m a schizophrenic… and so am I.” Those lines are delivered by Bill Murray with comedic precision. I can’t help but laugh every time.
Schizophrenia is a serious condition, and my heart goes out to the families affected. I won’t pretend to understand all the clinical details, nor will I pigeonhole those who suffer.
However, I’m going to appropriate the condition as an apt way to describe the culture in which we live. For all practical purposes, it seems as if we’ve lost touch with reality.
This is not meant to take sides or adopt a partisan stance, but my goodness, it feels like we’re awash in hate. It feels like we’ve lost all sense of right and wrong across the board. If I were a betting man, I’d make a sure bet that it’s going to get worse before it gets better.
We live in a broken world, a fractured society, where craziness is running amok. But maybe it doesn’t have to be as bad as it is. Maybe we could find a way to recognize the humanity of us all. And maybe we might ask the question, what about Bob?
You see, Bob, Sally Sue, Tim, Matt, Katherine, and any other name you might mention are all part of humanity.
People.
And the easiest solution to the mess we’ve created is simply to apply the words of Jesus: Love God and love your neighbor as yourself!
What about Bob is what about all of us!
“Above all, maintain constant love for one another, since love covers a multitude of sins.” (1 Peter 4:8 CSB)
Les Ferguson, Jr. is a minister and faith-based author. He can be reached at lfergusonjr@gmail.com
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Ferguson: Get Out of the Boat
A personal reflection on stepping into a new season of life and the courage it takes to get out of the boat.
Last week, I wrote about change and its omnipresence. It happens every day and comes in every moment. Sometimes we are prepared; sometimes we are not. If you are breathing, you are involved in change.
Change for me happened on a grand scale last Sunday. That was my final time preaching as a full-time minister. That stage of my life is over. It happened sooner than I wished, but it happened, nonetheless.
I stepped out of the pulpit with my head held high and my integrity intact. Is it a challenge to start over at the ripe old age of 64? You betcha! But is it a challenge I’m prepared to embrace? You betcha again! It didn’t happen all at once. It took time to wrap my head around it.
It was very tempting to bemoan my fate, wring my hands, and complain. To be fair, I did a bit of that, probably more than I should have. But with my wife, Dad, mother-in-law, and some really good friends, I wasn’t allowed to wallow for very long. They were patient but firm, and I am thankful for their support and encouragement.
My last sermon was from Matthew 14, the story of Peter walking on the water to meet Jesus. Often, we preachers like to focus on the moment Peter took his eyes off Jesus—as a warning against wavering faith.
But this time, I wanted us to see something different. Yes, Peter had a moment of fear that overcame his faith. That is fair to see, but maybe we should focus on the fact that Peter stepped out of the boat!
I find that story applicable to me at this stage of life. Maybe it will be beneficial to you, too. There comes a time when we must get out of the boat to experience what God has in store for us! So, the moral of the story for me, and possibly for you, is this: “Swing those legs over the gunwale and stand. Let’s walk out in faith and trust together.”
Here we go on a grand new adventure that begins anew each day. What a blessing to live in a world with an abundance of opportunities!
And while you are at it, never forget God’s promise: “Look, I am about to do something new; even now it is coming. Do you not see it? Indeed, I will make a way in the wilderness, rivers in the desert.” (Isaiah 43:19 CSB)
Les Ferguson, Jr. is a minister and faith-based author. He can be reached at lfergusonjr@gmail.com
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Clarksdale Author to Publicly Debut New Book at Cutrer Mansion Ahead of Juke Joint Festival
Author Chilly Billy Howell debuts his new book at Cutrer Mansion in Clarksdale ahead of Juke Joint Festival opening night.
As Clarksdale prepares for the opening night of the Juke Joint Festival, a different kind of gathering will take place just steps away. Delta storyteller and author Chilly Billy Howell will present the first public debut of his newly released book, Wrestling with Wisdom at the Crossroads, during a special Book Talk at the historic Cutrer Mansion.Chilly Billy Howell is a Delta-born storyteller and co-founder of both Delta Bohemian and Delta Bohemian Tours in Clarksdale, Mississippi. Known for his reflective and conversational style, his work as Malachi Montroy draws from the cultural, spiritual, and human tensions that define life at the crossroads.
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Ferguson: Spring has sprung!
Spring arrives with pollen, allergies, and fresh growth, reminding us that new seasons of life are always just around the corner.
I looked up ‘sprung’ in the dictionary. From what I can tell, it’s a valid word, but it doesn’t feel right: spring, sprang, sprung. Something seems off.
Worse yet, I have the feeling that Mrs. Gorney and Mr. Odom, my high school literature and English teachers, would disapprove. Using it recalls Rex in Toy Story saying, “Now I have guilt.”
However, you want to say it, spring has spranged; spring has sprung. The first sign came before the calendar date. I walked out one morning, and my black truck had changed colors overnight.
What do you get when you combine black and yellow? Google says mixing yellow and black paint usually results in shades of dark green, olive green, or brown. I’m not sure what you’d call it, but ugly isn’t a color I would choose.
The second sign? I went to the doctor today because of an ear infection. That wasn’t on my to-do list. I didn’t even realize I had a problem, but the audiologist couldn’t perform a scheduled hearing exam because she found fluid in my ears. So, I visited the doctor and left with a prescription for antibiotics and instructions to buy two types of allergy medicine.
The third clue? My beloved wife is starting plants in small containers, just waiting for the seeds to sprout. Additionally, she is talking a little more than usual about flowers, bushes, and shrubs. What does she want for her 39th (again) birthday? Snowball bushes, and snowball bushes she will get!
The fourth sign? The sound of lawnmowers and the smell of freshly cut weeds. I mentioned weeds because that’s mostly what is growing in my yard.
Winter storm Fern caused significant damage, but God’s good green earth is bouncing back strongly. Spring has sprung.
And as I approach my 64th birthday, I don’t always feel like a spring chicken (see what I did there?). But even today, God is working on a new season of life. Not just for me, but for all of us. It doesn’t matter what stage or age you are, a new season is right around the corner. It may even be something you can envision before you finish reading this column.
The question is whether we are open to seeing and willing to recognize the new spring before us… “Forget the former things; do not dwell on the past. See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the wilderness and streams in the wasteland.” (Isaiah 43:18- 19 NIV)
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