evening. 1 made dinner, then we went to church together. SU was late getting out of her plantation, so she came home and rested.
Pop spoke tonight, it’s been awhile since he’s done that. Fact is, I don’t think he enjoys it any longer, at least not on a routine basis. He talked about the first verse of the 23rd Psalms tonight, the Lord is my shepherd. It was interesting and I thought he had some excellent observations.
Funny thing, he talked a little about his experiences in life, very much out of character. How he’d pastured five different churches, starting one of them, his various homes for juvenile delinquents, his visits to drug addicts, prostitutes, hippies, even his street preaching back in the day.
I well remember most of that. I was but a wee lad the first time he took me with him to Allen’s Landing in Houston, into coffee houses, bars, flop houses. Interesting experiences for a wee lad.
Called CH after I returned home. I’m not sure I’m helping him, enabling him or hurting him. Sometimes, you cannot tell. I’m learning more about him by talking to him every day. He has a very, very quick temper and thinks it is a normal thing. He likes to cut off conversations (arguments) by saying whatever, okay. He has a habit of saying he doesn’t know what to do and when you tell him specifically, he says he doesn’t know what it means.
Honestly, it’s frustrating. He hasn’t done the daily bible studies at all this week, plans on catching up tomorrow. The very thing that I asked him not to do, skip and then rush through. These studies aren’t effective that way. I pointed this out to him, that he wasn’t very committed even though he says he is. Irritated him again.
At the end of the conversation, I repeated my promise to pray for him and to call him tomorrow and keep calling until he flat out tells me to stop. I hope I have the energy to keep that commitment.