I was actually going to wait until tomorrow to create this blog and post on it, but I remembered that it takes a little time to set things up, and the first post is always problematic, so I'm posting tonight so I can get my reasons for creating this thing out of the way, and if I feel so inclined tomorrow, I can just start posting on the real reason for the creation of this space.

First:  I'm 47 years old, and I'm a caregiver to my Mom (who has Alzheimer's) and my Dad (who is a hospice patient) and I don't get out much.  If I'm not at the grocery store, the doctor's office, or at Church, I'm likely at home.  I don't own a car, I'm not employed, and I'm poor as one can be, financially.  My home life is incredibly stressful, as you can imagine, knowing my age and the age and condition of my parents.  Life is hard; harder than I've ever experienced life to be.

Now that's out of the way, I want to make it clear that I'm happier than I've ever been.  Am I crazy?  Well.....yeah, as the people who've known me for most of my life will attest, I am a little crazy, but no more so than most other people I know.  Even with the stress and difficulties of my daily life, I'm actually one of the happiest people that I know.  How is this possible?

My answer won't be a surprise to most of you reading this blog, because most of y'all go to the same church that I do, Eulaton First Baptist.  Those of you who are not Christians who mistakenly clicked this link from my Facebook page or my Twitter account will probably be navigating away from this page before you get to the end of this paragraph, and that's a shame; it really is.  Let's just get this part out of the way, then, so y'all can go about your business if you don't want to read anything about a real, personal, relationship with Jesus Christ, because He is the reason why I experience more joy on a daily basis, even in the midst of some of the worst crises that I've ever personally faced.

So why am I starting this blog?  Well, yesterday, I posted something on Facebook where I told everyone about an answered prayer.  It wasn't a big, dramatic, burning-bush sort of thing, but I was excited about it, and wanted really badly to share my excitement with other people.  I wanted to share it with people who would understand exactly why I was excited.  I realize that the majority of people on Facebook not only don't care about how we Christians feel about our personal relationship with our Redeemer, they absolutely HATE to see any kind of post that has anything to do with Christianity.  I don't have the luxury of removing all of those people from my Facebook list, because I'm in the entertainment industry.  With my brother, Marty, I do a political talk show on the internet, and I maintain my Facebook account for marketing reasons rather than purely social ones.  Facebook is where I engage more with Democrats, Atheists, Pagans, and Communists than with my fellow Christians.  I engage with those folks because God wants me to, plain and simple.  Some of those folks are actually reachable, and some of them are friends whom I love and refuse to abandon without doing everything that I possibly can to show them that, rather than existing in a guilt-filled pit of awareness of our sins, we Christians live with the joy of knowing that although we are guilty of sin, we worship a Savior who rescues us from our sinful nature and shows us a better, more joyful and abundant life.

I need a place where I can share my Christian life, and the amazing, wonderful things that I am learning from studying God's Word.  I need a place where I can tell my brothers and sisters in Christ about answered prayers, and I want y'all to share your joys, sorrows, trials, and answered prayers with me.  I'm not a preacher, pastor, prophet, teacher, Deacon, or elder of my Church.  I'm just a guy, a sinner like everybody else.  I don't really have wisdom to offer here, because when God was handing out wisdom, I overslept.  I'm starting this blog so that I can write things down without worrying about whether or not Facebook will delete the post, or lose it, or any of the other crappy things that Facebook is famous for doing.  Also, it's unlikely that any of the scantily-clad women who should know better than to put half-nekkid pictures of themselves on the internet will be sending me their friend-requests here.  (believe it or not, ugly as I am, every day I have to deny friend-requests from those type of women on Facebook.  Go figure.)

Sorry for the name of the blog.  All of the good Scripture-based web addresses were unavailable, so I went with the advice of my beard, which is getting bushy enough to have it's own personality.