Good morning, world. Just a quick reminder to not call me on messenger. Repeat do not call me on messenger.
In case you forgot, my name is Mike Dittmer. I have been married twice and widowed twice. I have been ordained twice and also started my own church, family Bible Fellowship, which used to be located on highway 6 between walkerton Indiana and La Paz. I am a DieHard preacher of the Gospel, but I also am strongly interested in us politics and world events. I worked in a factory we're almost 20 years, and because I was fearless, the factory took my initials MD and gave me the nickname mad dog. When it came time for me to get onto the internet my ex son-in-law who might will call Charles Xavier, suggested I go by Reverend mad dog, and my internet moniker is r e v m a d d o g 1948. Type that into an internet search engine and you will find my publications. While my first wife was suffering with cancer, I learned to shorten my sermons to a single story and a single point. After I signed up for Twitter, I learned how to count every character and shorten my messages to 100 characters or 120 characters and as I shorten them, I noticed that they didn't rhyme but they were still poetic. Hence I became known as a poet, explaining my one blog called the wisdom poet. Because I was so busy, both at work and in my ministry I started carrying all of my tools a big King James Bible, and a sturdy journal. So in a sense, I'm an amateur journalist. Although I am a preacher and have spent most of my life as a pastor, I am much more comfortable in the informal clothes of a shepherd, which explains why I started the shepherd's journal. I am still in the process of figuring out what I'm going to do for the next few years. Because I am a pianist, my form of pastoral ministry was rather unique. In fact, because of my friendship with Rick Van Wechel, who introduced me to modern worship music, we formed a worship team that was just the two of us, and I was the preacher. I played the piano and Rick played a mean electric guitar. Our family had a quartet, and my youngest daughter led children's church, while my wife served a huge dinner every Sunday to our growing family when both of my daughters got married to good Catholic men. We also started an annual blueberry festival gospel concert weekend and we had over a dozen groups sing at our little church. Those were wonderful wonderful days and I'm feeling very nostalgic, for my first wife was an irrepressible Christmas elf, just like the movie. So now as we start the Christmas season, and I'm feeling very sentimental, I'm seriously considering buying and ugly Christmas sweater in memory of her. She taught me along with the word of God how to pray specifically, which brings me to my final spectacular answer to prayer. Perhaps 20 years ago I had an insight into the power of tariffs. Thank Alexander Hamilton. Also, part of the reason I was fearless was that my mother taught me how to always stand up against the bully, and I have the missing teeth to prove that I learned my lesson. So as I was praying for a president with financial understanding, I didn't realize that God had in mind a bi-vocational politician. Do you see where I'm going with this? While God was training me to be a fearless bi-vocational pastor, God was also raising up a bully fighter businessman to be president who also had a deep understanding and appreciation of tariffs. So now you know why I am so involved in politics while I am also a shepherd. It's getting close to 7:00 a.m. and my favorite blogger is going to post soon so that's enough for now remember please don't call me on messenger. I love all my gospel preaching friends all over the world. Keep up the good work.
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