Musings From the Sage
In the “Snippetz” weekly magazine, issue 1099 of October 12, 2018, an incorrect answer to
the pop quiz, on page four, was printed. The correct answer should have been “Incarnation” and not “Immaculate Conception” which is the doctrine concerning the conception of Mary, not Jesus.
You are right. I’ll fix that. Thanks for notifying me.
Hello Mr Ross,
My name is Thom Beitz. One of the original guys at PEPC. I recently read your Reason 12 God Gave us Humor. It touched me in several ways and was moved to contact you. I recently moved my 91 year old mom back to our hometown of Loveland. I come up to see her regularly and would love to sit down with you for a bite to eat. I just turned 65 and may have lost my fourth wife and my best friend Royal Benjamin was forced out/ walked out of Youth For Christ after 35 years of employment/ministry. I really just wanted to make contact with you about your writings and ministry.
Tom: I remember you well. Would love to visit with you. I’ve now moved to Windsor – but that’s close to Loveland. email me [email protected]
I wish this to remain anonymous so I am not using my email address which has my name. I read your article in Tidbits and would like to tell you about the bad manners that effect me most. This is a very personal situation but I’m sure this applies to many others with different physical anomalies. My issue is with strangers who want to invade my privacy by wanting to know personal details. I have androgenic alopecia which manifests itself as significant hair loss with female pattern baldness. Thanks to my genetics, my hair line mimics my brothers and male cousins on my mother’s side. Although I do have some hair, I am constantly met with the assumption that I have had cancer. I truly believe people with cancer deserve a medal for their suffering and patience, and feel for the women who lose their hair in the process, but those women, more often than not, get their hair back. I do not have that hope because, to date, there is no cure and in my instance nothing has helped. My only option left is hair transplant which is expensive. Invariably, someone will come up to me with the question, “May I ask you a personal question?” Even though they are asking permission to ask the question, after many such experiences I know exactly what the question will be. They are making the assumption that I have had cancer and wish to discuss that with a perfect stranger. I have had hairdressers tell me that my hair is growing in nicely after my treatment as the first thing out of their mouths! I have had strangers give me pink ribbon necklaces off their necks to me. Outside of wearing a T-shirt that says “I have never had cancer” I how don’t know to escape the question and the assumptions at the onset. I have begun answering the stranger who want to ask a personal question with “No,” and you should see their faces. How dare I say no? It stops them in their tracks. I also tell people when asked more pointed questions that it’s none of their business (and it is not).
Dr. Ross, your article was about respecting personal space. I would like to add that that personal space also applies to people’s respect for personal issues and privacy. I do not ask people in wheelchairs, on crutches, in a cast, or covered with bruises what happened. If they want to share with me, I’m sure they will. Until then, the conversation is about the weather and I have no business invading their privacy.
Carol: What an interesting point you make – and one that most of us would never think of. Thank you for being so articulate.
just read your comments on 50 years of marriage. My bride and I have also been married since July 20TH 1963. Our son in law and daughter will celebrate 10 years this May and he asked my wife and I to write down how we made it though these years.
I have “copied” some of your comments and revised some other to fit. It is amazing, that the first thing that I was going to use, was put God first.
My wife and I didn’t have the advantage of having a two parent family, since both side had been married and divorced a couple of time. We met in a little Church of the Nazarene in Michigan in 1959. Both of us were 15 at the time and I think we knew at the start , we was meant be together.
Not that our courtship was not with out big bumps. After the summer she returned to Arkansas, with her grandmother and school. So each summer for 3 years we dated, and corresponded by letter. during school year. When she returned in the summer of 1962, I told my mother that I was going to asked her to marry me . My mother said teenage marriages don’t last. (disregarding my mother, I asked her anyway ,)
Mother sometime don’t know everything.
Thank you for such a wonderful presentation of how marriage last.
Clarence: That is a great story about how God leads us if we will pay attention. Also – a good place to find a wife or husband is a little (or big) church.
I read your article on Anger Fever part 2 but I would like to know how to see part one.
I have sent you the entire compilation. Thank you!
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