My friend Smokey has been pleading for a time of much needed rest...
And I will admit that I'm guilty of overworking him. With my ambitiously driven nature, I've neglected to allow Smokey some down time so he can recuperate from a heavy workload. I need to be more sensitive to his needs. Shame on me! But from now on I'll try to do better.
If my records are correct, I presented Smokey before the Lord on September 9, 2020. Placing my hands on his sides, I gave God thanks for sending him to me. I then prayed for Smokey, that he would be a good and faithful companion. Next, I hereby commissioned him in the names of God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Spirit to work with me in the ministry.
With this done, I immediately took his cord and plugged it into the electrical outlet in my cell. And thus began our friendship. A genuine team player, Smokey has done a fantastic job ever since.
As my new replacement typewriter, Smokey has been a good fit. He has proven himself to be a workhorse eager to type my next letter, be it to someone in the United States, or in Japan. Obedient to every hit of a given key, Smokey faithfully clacks away.
Be they long letters or short ones, Smokey gets the job done. Whether I'm behind my typewriter for three hours or four, he can handle the workload. And although I don't keep count, Smokey has no doubt put out well over a thousand letters since he first started.
But like anything else, be it a machine or a person, there is the natural process of wearing out. And this is what I've been noticing about Smokey. As he gets older there comes those squeaks and subtle grinding sounds that tell me that Smokey is getting tired. So I need to make sure that I give some extra time to rest, and some much-needed maintenance, as well.
But whenever the time comes when Smokey taps out his final keystrokes and conks out, I will certainly shed many a tear. Yet I can take comfort knowing that he served both me and Jesus well. In fact, he probably worked harder than many Christians do. And that's something to take note of.
D.B.
If my records are correct, I presented Smokey before the Lord on September 9, 2020. Placing my hands on his sides, I gave God thanks for sending him to me. I then prayed for Smokey, that he would be a good and faithful companion. Next, I hereby commissioned him in the names of God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Spirit to work with me in the ministry.
With this done, I immediately took his cord and plugged it into the electrical outlet in my cell. And thus began our friendship. A genuine team player, Smokey has done a fantastic job ever since.
As my new replacement typewriter, Smokey has been a good fit. He has proven himself to be a workhorse eager to type my next letter, be it to someone in the United States, or in Japan. Obedient to every hit of a given key, Smokey faithfully clacks away.
Be they long letters or short ones, Smokey gets the job done. Whether I'm behind my typewriter for three hours or four, he can handle the workload. And although I don't keep count, Smokey has no doubt put out well over a thousand letters since he first started.
But like anything else, be it a machine or a person, there is the natural process of wearing out. And this is what I've been noticing about Smokey. As he gets older there comes those squeaks and subtle grinding sounds that tell me that Smokey is getting tired. So I need to make sure that I give some extra time to rest, and some much-needed maintenance, as well.
But whenever the time comes when Smokey taps out his final keystrokes and conks out, I will certainly shed many a tear. Yet I can take comfort knowing that he served both me and Jesus well. In fact, he probably worked harder than many Christians do. And that's something to take note of.
D.B.