HOG IN A MUD PUDDLE

My dad, my uncle, and I held a joint revival at LaPorte Indiana Church of the Nazarene. 

My Uncle John, who was on Omaha Beach before Dawn removing obstacles so the landing craft could land safely. He was trained as a frogman the origin of Navy SEALs.

First I have to say a few words. 

Time for my daily comment. Delight yourself in the Lord and He shall Grant unto you the desires of your heart. I did not desire that both of my wives would die before me. Satan is still under contract and he is obviously very pissed at me probably because of my name William Michael which means burden bearer which is the same role as Christ and also because of Michael the angel that had to kick Lucifer's ass out of heaven and when William Michael ditmer the first wrong spelling but you know what I mean came into existence and and I'm guessing 1923 polio was in full swing. But wild child William under the tutelage of his oldest brother and only brother John finally got back on track and became a gospel preacher just like his older brother. Now I'm going to make an outrageous statement but I strongly suspect Satan poured his wrath on anything this last 20 or 30 years named William Michael. May I illustrate. William Michael ditmer III died in North Dakota and was buried on the plains on Frozen ground. Wendell and Michelle kind of a feminine version of William Michael. Thank God her mother intervened and refused to name her Wilhelmina Michelle. At the age of 16 my youngest daughter, who was homeschooled, was driving to her business that a lady and her had started in the older ladies basement when a car crash happened and she was hospitalized for months but the prayers of her mother saved her right on the spot where Lynn was looking out the back door and heard the crash. To continue with my thesis that Satan is pissed at me, when Gwendolyn silly a i had her second child? Old age named William Michael daily with 7 or 10 days William Michael Daly went to be with the Lord. My first wife died of cancer and she was my right hand man before we were married 40 years. And then I met another passionate woman who was super excited about marrying a preacher but she came down with Alzheimer's and died on August 3rd before 3:00 or 4:00 in the morning in 2023. And I became afflicted with lymphedema severe enough that I had to go to the wound care center after a valiant fight by my daughter we have finally somewhat mastered this tedious disease. I am long-winded this morning but I wanted to finish this story. Yet here I sit after fighting a lifetime of refusal to sit at a desk I am quite content posting to my little congregation of possibly 10,000 or more encouraging them to keep preaching the gospel 1100 of them being in the absolute poverty stricken Nation of Bangladesh and at the same time I am slowly wooing the very successful business people on Twitter and I intend to build Bridges of international charity slowly, Tai chi, over the next few exciting years. Thank God my very specific prayer for a president with financial understanding is now in office and his right hand man Elon Musk is throwing up satellites like God threw up Stars and fighting for the free speech amendment and I'm reasonably certain I've gotten into every nation myself other than Mongolia and possibly Iran for I am a statistical freak and I have seen over 200 countries named while stalking the statistical world of my blogs. I think I finally finished and everybody said thank God. But after losing two wives and being semi-afflicted I am as happy as a pig in a mud puddle. Later Gators.