SOOT IN THE FLUES

By Anna Mae
Published on July 1, 1975
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Hi! I mean you out there – the one with that trailer hooked on
the back of your car – what’s that in it?? Oh, some models to
show at the reunion! I thought I recognized the machinery and you
traveling down Highway U.S. that’s a nice camper you’re
pulling behind you. What? you say I ought to open the door and see
the items we have to take out to get in well, that’s all right
I’ll bet you sell a lot of them at the next show and like as
not you’ll come back with a lot more bought from other places
and to you in that spiffy – not too old car – is this your first
year that you really don’t have to hurry back you say
you’re retired now! How nice and you’re going to take in a
few shows? Don’t get bitten by the ‘steam bug’ or you
won’t be retired for long you’ll be out hunting and working
and restoring and painting etc.   but then that’s the
fruits of retirement isn’t it? doing what you really enjoy and
then it isn’t work. Good Luck to all of you keep those smiles
on your faces and love for fellow men in your hearts – and enjoy
our wonderful land and its wonders.

Well, I guess I could really go on and on, but I want to pause
here and tell you a story worth repeating   I had the opening
devotions at Sunday School recently and the Lord laid it upon my
heart to build my comments around the ‘tongue’   we
all have one you know – and none of us ever use it properly all the
time. I typed some statements (humorous, thought provoking and
common sense ones) and handed them out to everyone and had them
read them aloud – also read from James Chapter 3 about the tongue
(have you ever read this?) Anyhow in my searching I came across
this little story I want to pass on to you – it will be good for us
all to remember (and as I told the story I blew some feathers out
over the church that I cut from one of my hats – you know, I doubt
if I would have been able to pick all those that were sent out
purposely -read it – and don’t forget it).

‘I’ve gossiped about my neighbor,’ the woman
confessed to her minister. ‘One day I saw her stagger about the
yard, so I told a few friends that she had been drunk. Now I find
her staggering was caused by a leg injury. How can I undo this
gossip I started?’

The minister excused himself for a moment, returned with a
pillow and asked the woman to follow him to the side porch. He took
out a knife, cut a hole in the pillow and emptied the feathers over
the porch railing.

A small breeze soon scattered tiny feathers all about the yard,
among shrubs, flowers, even up in the trees. A few feathers floated
across the street, heading for unknown destinations.

The minister turned to the woman. ‘Will you go out now and
gather up everyone of the feathers?’

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