Monday.8.15.22 Doctor Who, Mary's Spa Day, the Economy

Do you remember these famous lines from Doctor Who?

I'm the Doctor. Who? Exactly!!!

Scientist: Doctor, that's brilliant! Doctor Who blushes and says :I KNOW!!

Doctor Who, after an extremely dangerous adventure joyously announces: Nobody dies today! Nobody!! like a football touchdown.

Doctor Who to a brand new traveler, who is incredulously inspecting the iconic Blue British Call Box: Yes, the TARDIS is bigger on the inside than it is outside.

Doctor Who's sonic screwdriver. With it he can fix anything, diagnose any prodem, find anything lost. 

Spa day. Rachel is our helper. Mary has Alzheimer's. 

Here's a suggestion for our economy.

Done for now. #maddog

Sunday.8.14.22 Are you small, poor, and despised?

Sunday.8.14.22

It's a good day to die!... Klingon Warrior!

By the way, Christ is coming back as an Avenging Warrior, rescuing His children and destroying the bullies. Talk about Shock and Awe!

More later.

#scifi #amazinggrace #coffeetime #grateful #nightowl #PreachtheWord #alzheimers #maddog

Could God work with the smallest, most despised gospel works in this modern age?

Gospel song Little Is Much when God is it!

Labor not for wealth or fame.

It is great if God is in it,

if you'll go in Jesus' name!

Sung by Little Willie Wyn and the very old very long time gospel group called.... The Oak Ridge Boys.

My next project for today is #projectgratefulness. Who has inspired me? Who has lifted me up?

Let's get started. The first two I note are now friends, though very, very different.One is from Bangladesh, male, 23 years old. The other is from California, female, and closer to my age. They are both extremely #inspiring. Would they be good for you to befriend and/or follow? You'll have to ask them for friendship. It wouldn't hurt to follow them, if possible. Or just keep encouraging me, like Children Are Light did, which seemed to nudge my California friend to befriend my Bangladesh friend.

Next up for inspiring are two of my favorite brothers in the Lord. One Mary and I met in Michigan right after we were married in 2010 while we were eating out at the local Big Boy's. Pablo Montez was and is a fireball for #Jesus .

Am I catalyst? You betcha!

Done. #maddog

His Workmanship

 In Bible College, written on the chalkboard: The King James Version!! If it's good enough for the Apostle Paul, it's good enough for me!

Of course, during Bible times, everyone wrote and spoke in either Greek or Aramaic. Chuckle.

I ran across this verse in Ephesians.2.20: For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus unto good works, which God hath before ordained that we should walk in them.

All of God's creation is His workmanship. His good works are designed to do good works.

What happened?

We disobeyed Him. That singular act of disobedience brought us under a curse that was passed from generation to generation.

Lord willing (and the crik don't rise) I will write more later.

Saturday 8.13.23 Fruitless

I was about ready to cull this post because it appeared that I had so little to say. Then I decided to take another stab at it before I axed it. (That last sentence was edgy. Get it? Edgy??)

If there is anything that I have learned, it is this: If at first you don't succeed, try, try, try, try at least 26 times. Or more.

More to come. Maybe. Stay tuned.

8.12.22 Petard, Tulsi Gabard, The Calvary

I'm up. Purring kitty. Hot coffee, cream. Office, www in hand. Mary's snoozing. #alzheimers  #Godisgood #amazinggrace  #nightowl #inspirational #maddog #friday 8.12.22

I am going to make a crazy prediction, noting that I'm not a prophet or a psychic. I am placing the envelope against my forehead. (Johnny Carson as Carmac the Magnificent)...

I predict the rise of the conservative, constitutional, commonsense, bipartisan Democrats to work with the populist, fearless Republicans to finally start solving the overwhelming, potentially devastating problems that have gripped our country.

These are photos I'm deleting from my phone. Multi tasking.

Call in the Calvary?

This is one of The Calvary! This is an older photo.

And finally, maybe?, from my Twitter account: 

Hoisted on their own petard? Karma? Payback is a b#%$ch? Judgement day?? #maddog https://t.co/3iSmmOduTQ https://t.co/mhbB39Ci2F

— THE RAIN PARABLES by Mike Dittmer on Amazon (@revmaddog1948) August 13, 2022

Note to my new internet friends

Because I am busy doing the Lord's work. So, I use messenger very, very sparingly. I do not take phone calls or chat. If I am posting, assume Mary and I are doing well. Because of her advanced Alzheimer's I am constantly cleaning, and reassuring her that's it's a joy to help her. That's what true ministry is. Be sure to work much harder at serving than fund raising. I am constantly editing and expanding this post.

I am unable to send funds anymore through Western Union. I am looking into building internet bridges slowly. We will see what happens. You may also want to go to this link to understand my patience has limits. Send Me Money

I am answering general questions about our health in this post, but only to save time because I am blessed by God with a great many friends who are all concerned about my health. Any medical terms you will have to google it. I do this to save time. 

Since I have genetic lymphedema in my lower limbs I am steadily recovering with the newly invented Velcro compression stockings. I had used the older knit style, 30 to 40 denier, but could no longer get them on by myself. Switching to the  new style meant months of recovery, weekly visits to the Wound Care Center, disabling loss of strength, family having to drive me to my appointments, the necessity of wheel chairs, walkers, and a cane to get around. The good news is my strength came roaring back, and my balance is slowly but steadily improving. With massive help from my family and our helper Rachel, I was able to continue my care for my Alzheimer's stricken wife. She was under Hospice care but improved to the point that her care was transferred to a visiting physician. God has blessed our area with wonderful medical expertise, working alongside God's miraculous healing power.

Be aware that your encouragement and your prayers means more to me than any amount of money. I am praying constantly in the Spirit in the name of Jesus that God would rain His grace on you, your, and your great nation like a monsoon, and would flow out of your heart like a might river until the knowledge of the Lord would cover the earth like an ocean. 

My curiosity is fierce so be patient and I will visit your timeline as God gives me strength.

#maddog or revmaddog1948@gmail.com or William Michael Dittmer if you're from Homeland Security

Set up and Take Down

I see this happening now. From my California Facebook friend Brenda.

I see it happening now. The rich elites, trying to keep their costs down by putting downward pressure on the ordinary man or woman trying to make a living, importing from abroad cheap goods and labor, taxing the locals ever higher to pay for the rising costs of government oversight

Jesus implied that the heavier burden of paying taxes should fall, not on the citizens, but on new arrivals and on the exports and imports. Common sense tells us that.

From Jesus:  “What do you think, Simon? From whom do kings of the earth take toll or tax? From their sons or from others?” And when he said, “From others,” Jesus said to him, “Then the sons are free. However, not to give offense to them, go to the sea and cast a hook and take the first fish that comes up, and when you open its mouth you will find a shekel. Take that and give it to them for me and for yourself.”

More later.

Ascending, Falling

 This subject has infinite potential for continuous updating, especially in these end times. Each chapter? will have a title. Let us proceed.

The ascendency of the living and written Word of God, the virgin born, crucified, and resurrected Jesus Christ.

The decline of the dead words of men,  their traditions.

#maddog I am tired. I will write more later.

 

Bullies vs Anti bullies

Luke 6:22 "Blessed are you when they revile and persecute you, and say all kinds of evil against you falsely for My sake. 12Rejoice and be exceedingly glad, for great is your reward in heaven, for so they persecuted the prophets who were before you.

God despises bullies. There's always the danger that a bully will turn into a murderer. There's also the danger that the bullied will erupt and morph into a bully also.

There is also the chance that a predatory bully will by transformered by the grace of God into a watchdog, like early mankind transformed the vicious wolf into the modern watchdog.

I suspect that's how God transformed Trump. We will see.

More later.

Stagng for Mary's Alzheimer's

I'm up again while Mary's snoozing. I'm staging for the changing of PJ's and bedding. Sipping hot fresh coffee. #Godisgood  #alzheimers  #maddog

Perks

I'm up to do some laundry. Being an extreme #nightowl has it's perks. If you're up too say hi! #maddog

Doctor Who or Harry Potter

A Note to our assistant for Mary's Alzheimer's and my mild disability and my daughters' (both of them) almost full time substitute. She was the catalyst for getting our dryer finally totally working after several hard working attempts and trips by our super skilled apartment maintenance man Steve laboriously cleaning out the lint plugged duct from the dryer to the outside vent when she took out the dryer screen and pulled out the elusive final rabbiting wad. 

Worked perfectly ever since!

Boy, Rachel, when you fix something, it stays fixed! The dryer is still working. Are you a wand from Harry Potter or a sonic screwdriver from Dr Who? 

Elvis & The Pope: Part One

Duane said he knew Elvis! 
Duane irritated me, because he was always claiming to know famous people.
In Fullerton, California, I served as Minister of Youth under the ministry of Bob Leffel at the Fulleton 1st Church of the Nazarene. I assisted in the music, but the Minister of Music position was held by a talented and outgoing man by the name of Duane Howard. Duane had formerly been the manger of a recording studio, and he was always mentioning names of people he had worked with, as if they were his personal friends. Kris Kristofferson, Andre Crouch, Elvis Presley, the Imperials?! I took his conversations with a large grain of salt, or perhaps a whole bag.
I wondered if I was overly skeptical when we attended a concert of the gospel quartet called The Imperials. During the intermission, I was walking beside Duane as we approached the music stand, and I noticed that as Duane approached, the manger of the group, the bass, who's name was Armond Morales, saw Duane from a distance, and shouted at Duane with a delighted face, and inquired about Duane's family, calling them by name.
Duane later took Lynne and me to a Bill Gaither concert together, the early 70's version, when Bill sang with his wife and brother Danny. There was a rumor that Elvis was attending the concert. I noticed the balcony was roped off.
During intermission I had to use the restroom desperately, and the men's room had a very long line, and the intermission was almost over when I got back to Lynne and Duane at the record stand. She had a very quiet demeanor, and she turned to me and said that she and Duane had seen Elvis. I thought to myself,"Big deal!" and never asked her about it. On the ride home from the concert, Duane was all excited about "seeing" Elvis, but Lynne was still quiet. I suspected that Duane was making too much about the Elvis sighting, and I made no comments nor did I ask any questions.
Several years later Lynne and I were visiting with some friends, Denny and Jeanie Middleton, who had come over both to visit and to check up on us (read the story of Chief Lone Eagle - Pursued by Grace), and I brought up the story of Duane and The Imperials, and grudgingly admitted that perhaps Duane was a little better connected than I had thought. But I tried to justify my skepticism with the comment that he said he knew Elvis personally, and I thought that his claim to know Elvis personally was an overblown fiction.
"But he did know Elvis!", my wife forcefully interrupted!
I sputtered that he might have been acquainted with Elvis, but friends? She went back to that night that I disappeared in the restroom, and told the rest of the story.
That night Elvis came sweeping down the wide elegant stair way that led to the balcony, which had been closed to the public. He was surrounded by his body guards and friends, and halfway down the stairs, he looked across the huge atrium, filled with thousands of people, and spotted Duane. Elvis smiled, yelled Duane's name, and waved. He made his way across the room towards Duane, and as he drew near, he asked "How's your wife, Joyce, and the kids?" He named the children by name, and stood by Duane for perhaps 20 minutes, standing elbow to elbow with Lynne, who was too stunned to even talk for the rest of the evening! Right after Elvis left, I returned to the atrium, to face a woman that was quiet, because she was in a state of shock!
Why did you never mentioned the details?!" I questioned her!She told me bluntly, "Because you never asked!"
Lynne also clarified my thinking on what I thought was bad news on an otherwise miraculous story. Read it here in
Here's the link to Elvis and The Pope: Part Two
http://revmaddog1948.blogspot.com/2012/04/elvis-and-pope-part-two.html