I can’t believe that tomorrow’s Halloween. The whole month of October has flown by. I know that it’s something that old people say about how time gets faster as you get older, but it’s true. I guess it’s time for my back pill now.

But I’m ready. I have my t-shirt that says, “I’m here for the boos.” I have my festive ghost socks. I have my CD of music from the Charlie Brown Halloween special. I’m ready.

What I’d like — even if it’s not entirely realistic — is for time to Slow. Down. I’m all for Mondays going a bit faster, but I’d like to enjoy my weekends.

It’s weird to think about back when I was little and holidays like Halloween and Christmas seemed to take FOREVER to get here. I could hardly bring myself to wait that long. Now it’s like I turn around twice and it’s over until next year.

I guess the solution is to make every day a holiday — to make every day special, because every day you get to be alive and experience God’s grace is a gift. That’s why it’s called the present.

So Happy Halloween Eve. I feel like if Christmas has Christmas Eve, then Halloween should have Halloween Eve. It should be a thing.

I keep waiting for the punchline. I keep waiting for the news about Matthew Perry to be some kind of weird and demented hoax so he can still be alive and so that addiction won’t have claimed yet another life way before its time.

I’m sadder than I thought I would be, not because I knew Matthew or knew much about him. I knew that he struggled with addiction for most of his life. I knew that because he was a celebrity that his struggles were more in the open and public than most addicts.

I think part of the sadness is that it brings back memories about finding about my uncle’s death after he had struggled with his own demons of addiction. It makes me think of my 20-year old cousin who passed away from addiction.

It makes me long for a day where there will be no more drugs, no more addictions, no more overdoses, and no more funerals for people who died way too young. I know that Jesus promised that such a day is coming, so I hold on to that hope.

I read somewhere that Matthew Perry prayed to God for help at some point. I don’t know for certain, but I’m hoping that maybe he found Jesus at some point. Or maybe Jesus found him. At this point, I can only speculate and hope.

I’m not saying that everyone who follows Jesus magically has every struggle and addiction taken away. Some will still struggle. Some will still lose their battles to addictions. This is still a fallen and broken world after all. But Jesus is waiting at the end of their road.

Richard Moll played one of my favorite characters from the 80s. He was Bull from the sitcom Night Court. He was such a big lovable doofus. Again, I have no idea what he was like in real life, but his passing is like the closing of yet another chapter in my childhood and one more door I can never go back through.

Death is an all too real reminder that this world isn’t what God created it to be in the beginning. It’s a reminder that sin entered the world and marred God’s beautiful creation. But then Jesus showed up.

Because of that fateful Good Friday, death is no longer the end. The grave is no longer final. For those who have hoped in Jesus, death is not the period at the end of their sentence, but a comma signifying more and better to come. The grave is only temporary, and just as it could not hold Jesus, neither will it hold those who have hoped and trusted in Him.

So I’m sad, but I’m hopeful. I grieve, but not as those who have no hope. Because Jesus showed up.

I just love a good Pumpkinfest three days before Halloween, even if it’s on an unseasonably warm day and my old pumpkin t-shirt just doesn’t breathe all that well. It’s hard to get in the spooky spirit when it’s 85 and humid outside, but I still do my best.

To say the fest was crowded is an understatement. It was jam packed with people for four blocks. There were booths and food trucks a-plenty. I’d say a good time was had by all.

There were a fair amount of people costumed up for the occasion. There were also people like me who chose to dip their toes in the Halloween waters by wearing t-shirts with pumpkins on them. And there were a few dogs in costume, which is always a winner in my book.

There’s just something magical about a festival in Franklin. All the shops are open later and all the food from all the various venders makes for a pleasant cacophony of smells. Plus, seeing all the people having a good time made my little heart happy.

So I’m looking forward to the next festival in December, A Dickens of a Christmas. More fun will definitely be had by all.

I haven’t done a random blog post in a really long time. Plus, I really couldn’t think of anything else off the top of my head, so here goes:

Tennessee weather is bizarre. A few days ago, we had some ideal fall weather where it was cold in the morning and suitable for flannel. The last two days have been warmer and good for shorts and a t-shirt. In a couple of days, it will be winter. All in the span of a week.

And speaking of weeks, I don’t envision a future where Fridays ever get old. It will always make my heart a little happy that my work week is over and that I get to sleep later in the morning. I actually fantasize these days about sleep. If that makes you sad, raise your hand.

The current World Series that nobody saw coming features the Texas Rangers facing off against the Arizona Diamondbacks. If you had one of those sports books from the future like in Back to the Future II, you could go back in time and win an ungodly amount of money betting on these two teams to make it to the final round of baseball. Also, you’d need a Delorean with a flux capacitor. But you’d be rich.

I used to be all about sports. But these days, I think I’d rather listen to music or go hiking or watch a good movie. It seems like all sports are about money rather than the love of the game. Maybe that’s always been the case, but it feels a lot more that way these days. Even college sports are about making money as the number one priority.

But since I sound like a grumpy old man, I think I will go to bed.

If you know me, you know by now that my favorite season is fall. And it’s not even close.

I appreciate all the seasons for different reasons, but autumn is where my soul comes alive, where my memories seem more vivid, and where the people I loved and lost and miss dearly seem nearest.

I love a good hike in the fall.

Today was a bit warmer than I typically like for a fall day, but it made for good hiking weather. The occasional breeze had the tiniest hint of frost in the air, reminding me that colder weather is on its way.

At one point, I saw the moon both in the sky and reflected in the lake. I tried to capture the moment with my phone, but the one I took in my memory is way better.

Autumn is such a quiet and peaceful time. It’s where everything slows down and prepares for the long rest of winter. It’s where the days grow shorter and the shadows grow longer.

The only down side to fall (if you can even call it that) is losing an hour to daylight savings. Soon, it will be too dark to hike after work. But soon will come Halloween, then Thanksgiving, then Christmas.

I’m making as many memories while I can.

Thank you, God, for another beautiful fall day.

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Thanksgiving seems to be the proverbial red-headed step child of holidays. It gets no love compared to the rest.

I recently found this 50th anniversary release of the soundtrack to A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving. It got me thinking that there’s really not a lot of Thanksgiving music. At least not nearly as much as Christmas music. Even Halloween has lots of songs that have a spooky vibe.

Sure, there are the old bringing in the harvest type of hymns. There are songs about giving thanks. But as far as I know there aren’t really many songs about Thanksgiving Day.

Lately, it seems that we skip right from Halloween to Christmas. I even see stores with Christmas decorations and ornaments and the like even before Halloween. It’s like Thanksgiving doesn’t exist in the retail world except as the day before Black Friday when everything’s 75% off.

There really needs to be music suitable for gorging on turkey and dressing. I want a station dedicated exclusively to Thanksgiving the way there are so many that are Christmas all year round.

That’s probably as unrealistic as me expecting to exercise moderation on Thanksgiving Day, but one can dream. At least give the Thanksgiving holiday some love.

I thought this was humorous and insightful. It was actually penned by Rich Mullins. Yes, that Rich Mullins who wrote and sang all those great songs back in the day.

Ultimately, the goal is not happiness but holiness, which leads to joy. And joy is better than happiness, because anyone can have joy at any time while happiness depends on what happens.

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“1. Forget about finding happiness. Happiness is not worthy of your search.

2. Bake a cake – a really rich cake, preferably from scratch and especially if you are an inexperienced baker or a tested, tried, & notoriously awful cook. The value is in the baking more than in the cake.

3. Call up some enemy of yours and invite that enemy to eat the cake with you. If the cake is good you may lose an enemy and gain a friend. If the cake is bad, at least vengeance is sweet.

4. If you can’t think of a single enemy, then call up a friend. Invite your friend over to eat the cake with you. If the cake is good the favor may be returned. If the cake is awful your friend may go buy one from a bakery for you. If you are without any enemies or friends, take your cake to an old folks’ home. Eat it with them! If the cake is good you will no longer be without friends. If the cake is terrible you will no longer be without enemies.

Finding a friend, making an enemy – now those are things worth pursuing. Happiness may come tagged on – but even if it doesn’t, at least you will have done something and established some relationships.

5. Memorize Isaiah 40 or the first Psalm or Psalm 91. Read the closing chapters of the Book of Job. Meditate on the Beatitudes (Matthew 5). Write out one of the Prison Epistles (Galatians, Ephesians, Philippians, Collosians) and send them to some other unhappy person.

All of this may not make you happy but it will tell you how to be holy. Once you tie that knot you may find yourself in a position to be made happy.

6. Work hard. Clean something. Find new and more space-efficient ways of folding your clothes. Rake someone else’s yard for them. If you are unhappy maybe you can help someone else be less so.

7. Go back to the third chapter of Lamentations and then repeat after me:

‘It is good to wait quietly
for the salvation of the Lord.
It is good for a man to bear
The yoke while he is young.
Let him sit alone in silence
For the Lord has laid it on him.’

8. Reread the 23rd Psalm and remember that if the Lord is your shepherd, then you are in a lush pasture. You are by a still stream. If it seems otherwise to you, it may be because you would rather be happy than be God’s. If this is so, then you have more reason to be happy than anyone. God has chosen you – ungrateful, decadent you – and being His is a joy and a happiness that goes beyond anything else you may seek, and in your folly settle for. God will (in His mercy) make you discontent with anything less than Him.

So we have only one step left…

9. Rejoice.”

That is the essence of the gospel. God became a man and lived a life of perfect obedience to God’s law that I could never hope to attain to. He took the death that I deserved because of my sins.

I’m thankful that God didn’t wait for me to figure out a way to get to Him, but instead came to me and found me and saved me.

It all boils down to the fact that salvation is from God and of God from start to finish. If I boast, it’s not because I was smart enough or clever enough or good enough but that God is able.

So I’m on another vacation, this time with my sister and her family. The destination for this vacation is Gatlinburg, a very familiar spot for me. My family and I have been going there for vacations since I was a wee little lad back in the 1800s.

Normally, I have a checklist of all the places and activities that I need to mark off to qualify the trip as a success. Pancake Pantry? Check. The Village? Check. Ober Gatlinburg? Check.

That is just a sampling of my checklist.

But this year I decided that I want to be with my family more than I want to check stuff off a list. I want to be in the moment and make as many memories as I can instead of merely visiting places.

Not that seeing a lot of different places is bad, but my expectations are different. I’m here to experience all that God has for me, hopefully without looking ahead to the next place or event or looking back to what I may or may not have missed.

So far, so good.