As the old Bible King, Solomon said in Ecclesiastes (which many of you will remember is in our recent Sunday school lessons) “what goes around, comes around.” Seems like this Covid stuff is sure trying to do just that. It’s back. Some of our “experts” are saying this strain could be worse than the earlier one. But I doubt it. Since at least half of our population has been vaccinated against this dangerous pest that means to me that at least the half of us who did get vaccinated are unlikely to catch it at all, or at least, if we do it should be an attenuated case because those already shot will have some antibodies to it. Unless you are just one of those who don’t believe the shots work. Well, that’s your problem.

One of the results of this Covid was Pat and I have watched a lot more movies here at home than normal. One would think when you glance background that I would have seen all the movies that I should. My tenure at Stonewall Schools (1944-1952) and before that my fellowships at Centrahoma should have been enough. But I must reluctantly admit most of what I know today I learned in the Main Theatre at Stonewall. Covid and the coldest winter ever gave me some chance to work on my “Master’s Degree” in movie watching.

Comments to: andybowman839@gmail.com Coffeetimecolumn.com You have seen it, surely. The tomboy mom who somehow gave birth to a princess daughter who despises the dirty outdoors, but loves makeup, and high fashion.

Many of us who still go to Sunday School are studying a part of the Old Testament called Ecclesiastes. Not only can we not spell it, we in the “Cemetery” Class have a hard time trying to comprehend the teachings of the old teacher (Solomon). But we try. This morning I got out of bed and walked toward my kitchen where my wife was fixing our breakfast. She had our TV tuned to channel 25 and it was saying something about the “heartbreak of erectile disfunction.” That was the same commercial that had played the morning before. Yep. Just like in Ecclesiastes, it too had already been. And my breakfast was on the stove.

Comments to: andybowman839@gmail.com Coffeetimecolumn.com Life can be a lot like Gomer Pyles’ favorite saying - “Surprise, surprise, surprise!” When you are coasting along, never expecting the unusual, it happens. Just a week ago, on a quiet Saturday afternoon, Andy suddenly became nauseated, then Ellen the Elephant began doing her famous stomp dance on his chest.

.Churches are like children. They come in different shapes and sizes, personalities and styles. No two are exactly alike. I have been preaching for 32 years, anzd I have had the opportunity to visit congregations which are: extremely conservative and theologically buttonedup-tight, fairly liberal, high emotional, absolutely silent, Biblically illiterate, well-taught, on a few years in existence, and some requiring a translator.

Noccalula Falls in Gadsden, Alabama is a scenic 90-foot-tall point of scenic beauty. It’s also considered a very romantic spot. A place where a young man might take his best girl on a date. One reason it’s considered so romantic is that a long time ago, the beautiful Cherokee daughter of a great Cherokee Chief had fallen in love with a handsome Cherokee Prince. The son of the afore mentioned Chief. But as it happens, the Chief had already made a deal with a nearby Creek Chief in which he promised his beautiful daughter to this Creek Chief’s son instead. This did not go well. The heartbroken princess went over to the place she and her lover had spooned so much and she jumped.

Comments to: andybowman839@gmail.com Coffeetimecolumn.com At the tender age of fifteen, Andy Bowman answered God’s call to make ministering to people his number one goal for the rest of his life. Ministry is his first love.

Having a working bicycle in 1945 was very important to me and lots of my 10-year-old friends in Stonewall. But our WWII enemies, the Japs and the Germans had seen to it that bicycles, cars and such were fairly unavailable in the USA. Especially Stonewall. We had plenty of old bikes, but it was hard to find one that worked. Bicycle chains were scarce so if you couldn’t fix yours, you were out of luck. My brother and me spent many an hour figuring out how to fix those things and eventually got good at it. Flat tires? We were masters.

Comments to: andybowman839@gmail.com Coffeetimecolumn.com Okay, surely she is not the only person who has had this happen. Got up this morning and it was just another day.