I have to admit that I do not like most of the decorations people put out for Halloween. The fun things are great like pumpkins and ghosts but most of the rest of it is unappealing to me. BUT… I think I would enjoy driving by this guys house… Steve Hartman tells a great story about Halloween decorations that are worth it…. ENJOY!!!
By Ashlie Miller
Two free weekends in a row in the fall are a rare treat for most families these days, and ours is no exception. As I mentioned last week, we love a good day trip at this time of year because it is usually not too hot to be in a car for a few hours. Last weekend, after reading an article in Our State magazine, we followed suggestions to partake of several apple treats at four different stops in Hendersonville. What a delight – apple fritters, apple cider donut ice-cream sandwiches, cold cider with ice cream topped by apple cookies, warm apple cider donuts! We can talk about our collective sugar crash later, but the experience of sampling several delectables and supporting local farmers was a win-win for us.
Of course, we ended our time by picking apples as well, along with many, many other families. While each orchard had its unique personality, one thing was for sure – they were all bustling with people! Have you been apple-picking this season, or will you be picking out a perfect pumpkin later? What is it about these seasonal fruits and gourds that get us excited? There must be something to it. Agritourism has become a booming business here in North Carolina. Even trips to an AirBnB have options for local farms, vineyards, and orchards. I wonder if the old-timers ever dreamed that people would pay to come harvest their crops.
I remember growing up, we never talked about going to pick apples or pumpkins as a family event. I do not recall hearing many other families make such plans each fall. However, we highly anticipated Thanksgiving and suppers from the year’s growth. Nothing could beat canned veggies from a grandparent’s garden served up with love and care. We certainly have an affinity for harvests, don’t we? It may be the fruit of our labor, partaking delights made by those who cultivate the ground, or even the mass market treats made available only during a couple of months in the year.
A couple of weeks ago, I heard a segment on a podcast related to gleaners—those who volunteer to help local farmers harvest their produce. It benefits the farmers, the local economy, and even the volunteers. People don’t mind getting their hands dirty after a fruitful season.
The Bible also speaks of harvests and gleaning. Special laws benefited the foreigners and the poor, allowing them to gather from the edges of the fields. Another passage encourages us not to grow weary in our well-doing because perseverance leads to reaping in the right season. We reap what we sow (that is not always a good thing). Sleeping in harvest is shameful. Most Sundays, my husband ends our church service as he sends out the congregation – “The harvest is plentiful, but the laborers are few; therefore pray earnestly to the Lord of the harvest to send out laborers into His harvest” – Matthew 9:37-38. We hope to make meaningful connections with our neighbors and coworkers that lead to eternal transformations – eternal life. These are but a few of the lessons from agriculture.
As you look at orchards bursting with fruit beckoning you to pick, fields of corn (many designed for corn mazes), and acres sprawling across with perfect pumpkins, take time to reflect on the Lord of the harvest. Is God reminding you of a harvest that will come in due season, a lesson on caring for others from the bounty of your blessing, the importance of rightly sowing and working in the proper seasons, or urging you to action for the glory of His kingdom? Lessons are there. Let’s get to work! Winter and rest will be here soon enough.
Ashlie Miller isn’t really sure what to do with all her apples. Have an easy recipe? Email her at mrs.ashliemiller@gmail.com.
By Doug Creamer
I had a great-uncle who was a lot of fun when I was growing up. He was always playing pranks on us kids. You never knew what he might do. I think that is where I get the reputation as a prankster myself. I enjoy pulling pranks as long as no one is hurt and they get a good laugh out of what happens. He gave me lots of great memories.
One good thing he taught me was the importance of maintaining cars. He said that you have to keep the oil changed in your cars. He said that you need to check all the fluids and make sure they do not get too low. It’s important to keep them running. He said that it’s not good for a car’s engine to sit for a long time without running.
I was thinking about him recently when I kept putting off getting the oil changed. I could hear him giving me a hard time. I finally got the oil changed. My wife’s car doesn’t run very often now that she is retired. I can hear him telling me that I need to take it out on the road and run it to keep it in good shape. I had to jump it recently because I let it sit idle too long.
I am trying to run it once a week so it will be ready when she needs it. I also need to get under the hood of both of our cars and check the fluids to see if any of them need to be topped off. I have checked both our cars’ tires to make sure they are inflated properly. My uncle was right, it is important to maintain our cars.
Friendships need to be maintained as well. You can’t expect someone to be friends with you if you never spend any time with them. Friendships require some checking in on each other if you want to maintain closeness. Naturally, you are going to be closer to some friends than others and you will invest more time in those friendships.
Maintaining cars and friendships requires something from us. The same things apply to our relationship with God. How can we expect to have a relationship with God if we never spend any time with Him? Maybe the bigger question is: why spend time with God? Some people think that God is distant and busy.
The fact is that God knows a lot about each one of us. The Bible teaches us that God knows the number of hairs that are on our heads. It also teaches us that God knows all our thoughts. I must confess there are a few thoughts that I wish He didn’t know! The Bible also says that God saw us in our mother’s womb and that He knew the day of our birth and the day of our passing. All this tells me that God knows everything about us.
We can’t make the excuse that God isn’t invested in us. If we want a relationship then the responsibility to make room in our lives and schedules is ours. We can’t claim we are too busy. We are all given the same amount of time; we have to choose how we prioritize our time. Do we want to get to know God? He has great plans for your life, if you will make room for Him.
Connecting to God is easy. Just start talking to Him like you were talking to your best friend. You don’t have to get on your knees or even close your eyes. Tell Him what you are feeling, about your struggles, about your joys & sorrows, ask Him for help with your situations, thank Him for your many blessings, and tell Him that you love Him. Those are just a few suggestions for conversation starters. After that, you will be off and running. By the way, this conversation is supposed to be a two way conversation. Listen for His whisper, His thoughts.
I want to encourage you to maintain your relationship with God. If things have gotten a little rusty, the oil of His presence will quickly fix things and get things moving along smoothly. It’s not too late. It’s never too late to connect with God. The criminal on the cross met Jesus only hours before he died and yet was promised a place in paradise with God. He wants an intimate relationship with you! God loves you! I wrote this so you could know God is reaching out to you and wants you to connect with Him. Open your heart and let Him in.
Contact Doug Creamer at PO Box 777, Faith, NC 28041or doug@dougcreamer.com
By Roger Barbee
“Good People”
Just after moving to Lake Norman four years ago, Ethel and I met when I was riding my stationary bike near our road. As I would witness over the following years, she would appear on her morning walk, and she would stop long enough to chat. On that first morning, she asked me a few questions about my wife and me and why we moved to the lake-the usual inquires that a stranger would make. Satisfied, she said, “Well, you seem like good people,” and turned to continue her walk home.
Many walkers dot our road, but she was one of the earliest every day. If I were any bit past early, I would miss her, except on Thursday’s when she walked after going to the landfill with her week’s collection of pine cones dutifully gleaned from her well-tended lawn. Oh, and she walked after attending Sunday School and service at Williamson’s Chapel each Sunday, so I would often see her on my way home from our church. She would still be dressed in her “Sunday outfit.” And on Wednesday’s we always knew that she had already walked by because the Mooresville Tribune would be centered on the driveway, telling how she had rescued it from the ditch where the route person seems to enjoy placing it.
When she found out that we had three dogs, she began placing plastic, newspaper bags in our newspaper box. They were used for cleaning after dogs, and they were greatly appreciated. But most of all, the manner in which she packed the bags was telling of her character. Each bag was folded in her particular way and carefully placed in a larger one. She packaged them as if they were valuable merchandise. And they were because those simple, plastic bags were a reflection, as she saw it, on her. She would not just cram them into a larger bag because that would not witness to her spirit.
Over the brief time Ethel and I shared, she became much more than an elderly widow who lived on the lower end of our little road. Learning more and more of her life, I became aware that she, like so many of her era, are those who persevere. She was in her later eighties yesterday when she died, and she was a cancer survivor, but I learned not to be fooled by her slender frame that did not speak to her grit.
For the past weeks she has been house-bound, too ill to venture out on one of her walks. While I knew of her illness, I always held out the hope that somehow she would appear on our little road on one of her walks. This morning’s ride offered an absolute answer that no longer would Ethel come by on her morning walk and that our chats had ended.
But I hold to the thought that for these four short years, Ethel always saw us as “good people.” She certainly was.
By David Freeze
Three Bay Lake State Parks and a Black Water River
Labor Day Monday, September 2 seemed like a perfect day to visit some more parks. I headed southeast to see Jones Lake State Park, the first of what is called bay lakes. Bay lakes are not deep, usually topping out at about 11 feet although walking in most of them well away from the shore probably won’t reach waist deep water. Also, the water is more tea colored, due to the acidity in the water.
Jones Lake State Park is closest to Elizabethton and covers 2,208 acres. Salter Lake is also in the park but is undeveloped, even though it is the same size as Jones Lake. Because of the depth, only canoes, kayaks and small boats with 10 horsepower motors can use the lake.
The visitor center has lots of information on how bay lakes developed and how they were purchased by the federal government before the Civilian Conservation Corps developed the parks with buildings, trails and pavilions. Jones Lake opened in 1939 as the first African American state park in North Carolina. A large pier juts out into the lake for fishing and a good section of sandy beach is roped off for swimming. Another pier is attached to the boat house.
There are 20 camping sites, six of them good for RV’s with full hookups. The park also has three walking trails, all to do with the lakes. When I was there, the Cedar Loop Trail was closed for flooding, so I walked part of the Bay Trail out to the fishing pier.
The area is rich in history since being settled in colonial times. Farming, including timber, turpentine and cotton, overused the land and the government then decided to purchase submarginal land for the parks.
Less than 20 minutes away was Singletary Lake State Park. On the same day in 1939 that Jones Lake opened, Singletary Lake was leased to the state. Singletary Lake became a group camp for Boy Scouts and 4-H clubs which extends today to many church groups. Any verifiable group of 20 or more can rent the camps. There are two large camps with multiple buildings, with Camp Loblolly Bay built of logs in 1984 and accommodating 48 campers. Camp Ipecac, all red structures and built in the 1930s, is open year-round and houses 84 people. Visitors are only allowed in the park from 8am to 5pm. Canoes are provided for campers, but others can bring their own or other watercraft.
Singletary Lake also has a beautiful 500 feet long wooden pier on the deepest of the local bay lakes. The lake isn’t fed by streams but relies on rainfall and runoff from the surrounding land along four miles of shoreline. Besides Jones Lake, Salters Lake and Singletary Lake, other bay lakes in the area include Lake Waccamaw and White Lake.
Hiking trails are limited to the CCC Loop Trail that is easy and stays close to the lake. A short trail goes from the central area between the two group camps and on to the lake and pier. The two camps share a volleyball and basketball area, horseshoes and grilling. Fishing in the bay lakes is limited to only a few species, with yellow perch being the best suited to the acidic water.
Next was Lake Waccamaw State Park with 2.398 acres and closest to the town of the same name. The state park began in 1976, and fronts on the eastern bank, a small part of the 9,000 acres of water and 14 miles of shoreline. At first glance, I thought of driving all the way around the lake and back but didn’t have an hour or more to spare.
I did drive to the lake access point after finding no one in the visitor center, except a large stuffed bear. I expect they were short-staffed and closed for lunch. The very small Lake Singletary and Jones Lake Park offices were open. I found passport stamps and maps for pickup. The busiest and biggest park of the day, I didn’t see any rangers or maintenance staff either.
Boating and fishing are popular, both interesting in their own way. There is no boat access inside the park, but the park does have an access point outside the park. The water, even though still acidic, must be less so because bass, bluegill and sunfish can be found here. The water has a red tea tint, but clear enough to see the bottom. Camping has only two options, one being five primitive group areas. The other is a 16×20 foot wide yurt tent. It is attached to a 16 by 32-foot wooden platform.
There are four hiking trails, the longest being the 4-mile Lakeshore Trail. This would be a great trail to do at a later date, as it follows the lake from the visitor center all the way to the Waccamaw River and dam.
The Lake Waccamaw Overlook was the best spot of the day for me. From a parking area at the end of the park road, there is a trail, then a boardwalk and then a pier out to benches and steps down into the water. Full grown adults in the water several hundred feet out were still only at waist deep. From this viewpoint, the lake is huge with lots of waterfront homes.
28 state parks visited, and 14 more to go.
By Ed Traut
Psalms 44:3 It was not by their sword that they won the land, nor did their arm bring them victory; it was your right hand, your arm, and the light of your face, for you loved them.
Prayer: Lord I will always give You the glory, because You are the one that gives the victories and the one that causes me to prosper in all ways. I bless Your holy name and I am so grateful for all that You do for me. I worship You today. Amen.
Ed Traut
Prophetic Life
Bill Johnson explains how worry can choke the promises and purposes of God in your life. Listen and learn…