I agree with John the Baptist. I must decrease. The name of Jesus must increase. MAD DOG.
This is an old picture. My grandchildren are almost all grown up now except for the youngest Liam who's in high school. Thanks to my oldest granddaughter I am now a great grandfather.
Half my country hates me. This is all my fault? 20 years ago or so I had a strong desire that I turned into a prayer that God would send us a president that understood the tariffs like Jesus did.
At the same time, I became known as MAD DOG because I was fearless. I worked in a frightening factory that ran wire for both automotive and appliances. We used a process called continuously! vulcanization which is abbreviated as CV. Because United States is rich in; natural gas and the area around South bend Indiana is not union, although South bend is, there is a lot of wire manufacturing.
I preached at a church that I founded and at the same time worked for a company that became known as Standard Motor Products. Millions and millions of feet every month. I was a master operator, which means I filled in on any line that they needed me on. Although we were non-union we still got time and a half for overtime, double time for Sundays, and triple time for holidays. We were known for shipping orders huge orders on time 95% of the time. To achieve that very lofty goal we were a sled dog pack and the people that drove us were the schedulers and you had to keep up or somebody would bite your ass.
I learned because I was unafraid to try every job in the factory and for a while I enjoyed the highest pay rate in the plant and I worked the most hours, so much so that I made more for several years than the company president. And for a while everybody knew it. My initials were MD and a forklift driver used those initials and gave me the name mad dog. Everybody in the plant knew that I was a preacher and that I worked an ungodly amount of hours like Elon musk and that I never back down from a bully. Many people knew me as mad dog and didn't know my real name Mike ditmer with two tees.
Now that you know this part of my story and I don't like to ramble on, I will stop here. But now you know why halftime my country hates me because I dared to pray for a president that understood like Jesus did the power of tariffs.
Here are the stats for my blog THE SHEPHERD'S JOURNAL for the last 30 days. My favorite ex son-in-law Charles Xavier is taking me to Biker's church in Lakeville. God is good.
Greetings from the land of MAD DOG. I hope all of you had a blessed Easter. I am enjoying the results of the resurrection and the preaching of the gospel by my favorite pastors including my brother, the bikers church of Lakeville, and the thousands of my friends from the poor countries of the world who are rising economically but are still often desperate. God has made them rich in faith which is far preferable to being wealthy. Later Gators
As a notable catalyst, note the word cat, I chose plastic straws as my preference in the cat poll. Although I don't consider myself a righteous man, I am living proof that the effectual fervent prayer of a righteous or should I say faithful man is very effective. Note that I am a trained bully fighter by my tiny 5 ft 2 in mother from Springfield Illinois who promised me a bowl of ice cream every time I got beat up when I stood up to a bully. It's actually part of the American psyche ever since this nation was formed and response to King George the third who single-handedly tried to beat the s*** out of our nation and made us into intercessors for many groups of bullies for almost 250 years. I prayed for two decades for a president who understood and used the power of tariffs properly and now I feel like the boy who said DID I DO THAT? Later Gators.
According to upper management, ie the son of God, children are the reason we are here. The Sunday school movement started well before possibly the civil war but I'll check into that. Anyway I know that there was a Sunday school movement in Britain back during the industrialization because the children work so many hours to support their families that it was necessary to educate them on Sunday and thus Sunday school was born and continues to this day.
You know who I am. You guys are much better looking than I am but I still play the piano better than you. I am now 78 years old and partially disabled with lymphedema and have to keep my feet elevated constantly or a lot. My biggest regret, but it was in the hands of the Lord, is that I wasn't there for Pat's funeral, but I did have a nice dream probably symbolic but I'm sure it actually happened that there was a nice little get-together in heaven and Pat was introducing Lynn with an e to come up to the front of the venue. Angels in tuxedos were ushering. I became aware that I was sitting next to Mrs royer and she turned to me and said I wanted you to sing that at Pat's funeral and I sputtered and tried to explain that I was taking care of Mary who was disabled with Alzheimer's when I woke up and realized it was the most beautiful dream. Make of it what you will. But I can still play the piano better than you two.
