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So who are all you newcomers to this blog and why are you discovering jitterbuggingforjesus.com now, after all these months–this the blog that is saving the world with its wit, wisdom, provocations and stimulations while possibly (probably?) alienating whole towns, cities and villages?
It is not for me to question why this blog has gained so many new viewers this week.
I’m sure the fact that I have two tickets to the Paul McCartney show next week at the Jerry Jones Cowboys Palace and the fact that I am still looking for someone to take has nothing to do with it. I’m sure all of you just want to be my friend and my search for someone to take to the McCartney gig has nothing to do with it.
I’m also sure that you women have not been sending your $100 chances at the McCartney lottery–you don’t want to be my friend, and don’t want to see Sir Paul, quite that bad, do you?
Or could it be you’re waiting for me to come down on the price of your lottery ticket chances?
That ain’t going to happen because, as you readers who’ve been around here a while know, I had to sell the family farm to buy these two tickets because while Sir Paul claims to be “just an old hippie,” he’s just another greedy capitalist, like old man Jones.
Do you know how much these two tickets cost?
I’m not saying so don’t ask but if you want to go to the Sir Paul show with me and are waiting and holding out, just know that (a) we’re going in your car on your gas and your driving and (b) I got no money left to buy you a drink, a McCartney veggi burger or, especially, a t-shirt.
I’m sure Sir Paul is charging a king’s ransom for t-shirts, since far lesser rock stars GOUGE us with the price of their t-shirts and Sir Paul is not above GOUGING in order to get richer than he already is.
Which may be even richer than Jerry Jones who, if he’s not Sir Paul rich already, it’s not for lack of TRYING to be Sir Paul wealthy.
Anyway, I can always take my imaginary friend to this concert, or, that failing, I can always take my 18 year old daughter Megan, she who said to me, “I’ll go with you to McCartney if you can’t find a date or anybody else to go with you do, dad, which means I’m planning to go with you, so don’t worry about going by yourself or with your imaginary friend.”
Kids today.
No respect and all that.
Just keep passing the word that jitterbugging is the blog that will save the world and all that . . .
Or, you might tell them that jitterbugging is the blog that could cause Rush Limbaugh to collapse with humility because, after all, God still works miracles and is using this blogger as an agent to get Rush’s mind right.
Or would it be left?

God bless you, Rush.

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the news from jitterbuggingforjesus.com

Sir Paul when he was still reasonably young

Sir Paul when he was still reasonably young

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Paul David Mckay
We at the JFJ world headquarters off LBJ Freeway in Dallas, Tx. have decided who will be the person who will be honored with an Appreciation Month for the month of August but we’re not going to reveal who it is just yet so as to keep you, our cult followers who view this blog religiously, in suspense. (Anticipation is not just a great song by Carlye Simon.)
We will tell you that it’s no one suggested to us for this honor by you, our readers of the JFJ cult, of whom about three of you, out of all of our hundreds upon hundreds of readers, submitted nominees.
Yes, the response has been underwhelming.
You three know who you are.

In further news, less than three of you devoted jitterbuggers–i.e., none of you, to be exact–have sent in your minimum $100 for the lottery for who gets to go with jitterbugger to see Sir Paul in concert at Jerry Jones’s Super Pit in Arlington, Texas in less than two and one half weeks.
OK, maybe we priced you out of the market here, but hey–it IS a Beatle and it IS Sir Paul and we didn’t think $100 skins was to much to ask of you if you want to go with us to see Sir Paul live and reasonably upclose from the seats in the aforementioned money pit that Jerry Jones (who’s had a facelift!) built.
We have mentioned here in a previous blogging that we had to mortgage the family farm in order to purchase our two tickets to the Sir Paul Show, since Paul–for a guy who claims to be just an old hippie, as he told Larry King once–is quite the capitalist (Gouge ’em for their last $1 div.).
So, if you want at least a chance of seeing this Beatle alive and in person on the night of Aug. 19, step up and send in your $100 for a lottery ticket and the chance to see this Beatle alive.
Please don’t make us have to take our youngest daughter to the Sir Paul gig, our youngest daughter being Meggles, who said, “I’ll go with you if yu can’t find anybody else to go with you dad, so I’m planning to go with you.”
This was a subtle hint by her that she thinks nobody wants to go see even a Beatle with me and we’ll just see about that and by the way, Meggles: you’re grounded. Go to your room and do not come out until I say you may.

***** Vintage photograph of Paul McCartney (distant cousin of Paul McKay who is the alter ego of jitterbugger) from the Jitterbuggingforjesus.com archives located at the JFJ suite of LBJ Freeway in Dallas, Texas.

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Home from the hills of Arkansas

pic35_the_washing_of_the_feetwomen6a00d83451c45669e2011571258037970c-500winature-25-beautifulfreepictures.com_smallnature-15-beautifulfreepictures.com_smallnature-10-beautifulfreepictures.com_smallnature-18-beautifulfreepictures.com_smallYes, he’s back from retreat in the Ozarky hills, the blogger whose wit and wisdom and provocations and stimulations are revolutionizing the world while possibly (probably?) alienating whole towns, cities and villages.
Also back in ministry at the hospital today with those laid low by illness, injury and loss and grief where God and I hang out together.
Blessings on all you who stop by here today and here’s some pretty pictures from recent postings for you to meditate on.
Check back here often because you just never know what you’re gonna get.
Paul

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A clarification

In the prior posting I referenced the DMN, which stands for Dallas Morning News.
And do check out the conservative Mr. Dreher on the DMN opinion pages. I do have a lot of respect for him, although, for conservatives, I’ll take David Brooks or Christopher Buckley (if only because he’s one of the funniest conservatives ever, but that’s a short list) and others over him. In fact, I feel a blog essay about conservatives and liberals I love and hate coming on.
Fever. Blog fever.
Dr., put me some lime in de coconut.
Later, jitterbuggers. By the time you read this I’ll be doing ministry at the hospital where that is how doctors do medicine these days.
Dey put de lime in de coconut and steer it all up.
A lot of dem read dis blog too but usually in dee wee night hours when dey home for dee day and dey looking to relax, dey tell me, dey read me at dees blog!
Which go to show de doctors not all dat sophisticate as you may tink!
I am LOLing . . .

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Methinks I better have midday prayer now

After that last posting, methinks I’d better have some daily prayer office time.
Yes, only at Jitterbug can you find a quantum leap in thought from refreshing cool beer summertime information to a shot over the bow at conservative newspaper scribes in Dallas.
But I wanted to mention in that previous posting that Mr. Dreher (the “crunchy con”) at the DMN is a gifted writer and thinker and Orthodox Church Christian, a provocative blogger and author, and anybody who’s tight with the poet and mystic Wendell Berry, as crunchy man is, will do to walk the river with, conservative or not.
The DMN’s Mark Davis, on the other hand.
don’t get me started.

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Good job Trey Hey Ig-nashi-o Rodriguez III

Paul David Mckay | Create Your Badge
Paul David Mckay

Thanks for the change of pace with your subbing here, Trey Hey McKay Rodriguez; it’s always fun setting your mom’s hair on fire like we do!!!! I think she thinks I really don’t know how to spell Ignacio.

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"Well, why not???"

Those who viewed jitterbuggingforjesus.com in the last 24 hours or so found a virtual buffet of stuff to read including the spiritual nourishment of Dietrich Bonhoeffer’s theology, some pearls of wisdom from the poet and mystic heart Maya Angelou and other good stuff such as that.
And, as an extra added bonus–this picture of a crazy old couple jitterbugging in the privacy of their home while they thought nobody was watching but jitterbugger could be watching you.
Eek.

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“Raining grace on Meggles’

What’s interesting about this blog–and I’m still a rookie blogger trying to get the hang of this, believe me–is that my provider (wordpress.com) provides me with all kinds of stats and feedback enabling me to see how many people are reading–and what they are reading here, and I find that very interesting.
I don’t know specifically who clicks on and views and reads, but I do get feedback from perfect strangers, and criticism, which is perfectly OK too. I do have opinions and welcome yours in return in the comments or, privately, via email to me.
One thing I find most interesting is that the most read, or what is the most viewed and theoretically is the most widely read thing I’ve ever posted, is the posting I did under “Raining grace on Meggles.” And yes, it’s an easily accessible one, since I keep it in the right column on this web site, but it also draws the most comments. It’s really a brief posting I did–a remembrance–of a rainy day when my youngest child Megan McKay, who’s now 18 and just graduated from Frisco High School in June, bolted out of the car on a rainy day and, in wonderful, childlike fashion, opened her arms wide and allowed a rain shower to pour over her. I’m glad so many readers like that one because it had a profound and moving effect on Meg, or “Meggles,” as dad likes to call her. She’s the beautiful blond in my facebook profile picture, and Amy, on my right arm, is her big sis, the oldest of my offspring. That’s them with ol’ dad at his ordination as a deacon into our beloved United Methodist Church.
My only son Adam, of course, is the Marine we’re hoping and praying will be out of Iraq later in the summer.
The posting I did on him in early June, about “he’ll do to walk the river with,” gets an amazing number of readings and feedback too, to this day.
Especially from military families who yearn like me and us in the family to have their loved one come home from war with the kind of homecoming that we hope and pray for.
The wars in Iraq and Afghan have been long and costly and it’s cold comfort for military families to hear people say things like, “Well, compared to OTHER wars, 4,000 dead isn’t many.”
That’s cold comfort indeed, especially if you’re loved one is another kind of casualty of war–one with a lifetime brain injury that will require your son or daughter or loved one to have special needs care long after you, as a parent, are dead and gone. It’s cold comfort if your loved one lost a limb or more than a limb in this long war.
And it’s cold comfort if your loved one returns home suffering from Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome and finds it very hard, if not impossible, to come home and ever function “normally” again after having survived heavy combat, or survived, but only after seeing buddies’ bodies blown literally to pieces.
If you followed my postings here on July 4 weekend, you get a sense of how much pride you get puffed up with to have a son or daughter or loved one serving in the military–and how daunting and scary it can be with our sons and daughters and loved ones in so many hostile places around the world these days.
Military parents email me all the time to tell me they relate to my own pride–and my own fears, and the pride and fears of my whole family.
They ask me to pray for them and they assure me they pray for my son and my whole family.
And prayer and faith is required of a family with one off at war or in harm’s way. At least it is for me and so many of you.
Anyway, do pray for our troops, for their families and loved ones, people–and pray even as Jesus commands us to do and pray even for our enemies, that they somehow will come around to God’s will–or what I strongly believe is God’s will–for peace on earth, good will toward all, and fulfillment of the prophetic vision of that day when the wolves and the lambs will lie down together and the lamb of God–the lamb of love and peace so often overlooked in the more violence-orientated interpretations of the Book of Revelation–will prevail once and for all.
Forever faithful.
paul

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Nobody’s clicked on to this web page today. Well, almost nobody–13 people! that’s ‘terrbul!” as Charles Barkley would say.
IF you’ve never seen Charles Barkley getting golf lessons from Hank Haney on the golf channel, you’re missing the best entertainment on TV. Haney is such a great golf teacher—he instructs that Tiger Woods guy!
Barkley has a golf swing that is utterly painful to watch. He’s just a “terrbul” golfer, but what’s so hilarious is, he KNOWS he’s “terrbul.” All kinds of celebrities–other sports pros, famous actors and singers and musicians and TV personalities and, especially, every comedian in the country–they all come on to the weekly show where Hank Haney tries to teach Barkley how to get out of that “terrbul” golf swing, and they just merciless fun of Barkely.
Even Tiger–not nfor his comedic talents–is drop dead funny imitating Barkley’s “terrbul” golf swing. Barkley deadpans in one show, “Tiger Woods ain’t no big deal no how. Another flash in the pan.” Anyway, jitterbuggers better be back here tomorrow. After church, of course.

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Jitterbugger just upgraded his Apple i-hop-phone to the super new i-hop grade -up upgrade, which means his wireless magic has now got so much mojo it’s almost too hot to handle, especially in Dallas where it’s already 220 degrees today.
Again.
Yes, Paul’s new i-hop-phone toy thing is faster than a speeding bullet, faster than light, faster than the early Eagles in their Life-in-the-Fast-Lane Era, faster than Paris Hilton—well, very fast anyway.
Paul’s new i-hop-phone also comes with amazing new features but what Jitterbugger loves best is not only the improved camera for photos but . . . but . . . it comes complete with video capability, which means that Jitterbugger can now film anything, anywhere, any time the Spirit (Holy Div.) moves him, whether he’s in a beautiful church or visting a synagogue with his doctor friend or secluded in the sanctuary of his monastery hideaway in Fort Smith with the Sisters of St. Scholastica, or . . . you know, observing the panhandlers on the corners of Dallas intersections (can now film them and so many other interesting people he observes with an old reporters sharp eye, or would it now be his i ????), or
just hanging out somewhere like at the pub in Dallas by the Angelika Theater where he goes sometimes to hear Irish music and can now film crazy people doing Irish jigs after waaaaay too many pints (which always makes for an entertaining weekend, by the way, watching those people go all Irish jig over-the-top).
And, well, the most wonderfullest thing of all is that Jitter can now post films right here on Jitterbuggingforjesus.com, the blog that will revolutionize the world with its wit, wisdom, stimulation and provocation while possibly alienating whole towns and villages and cities and (let us hope) alienating people who love Sarah Palin too much.
Speaking of whom, turns out she knows nothing whatsoever about proper etiquette and handling of the Stars and Stripes of our beloved and blessed United States of America as there are photos and films turning up everywhere now of her with the flag draped over chairs and being used as political props in all kinds of most inappropriate ways.
I’m sorry, don’t get me started on Sarah Palin.
Or worse, don’t get me started on some people who make their livings as DIVORCE LAWYERS.
But only some, for whom jitterbuggingforjesus.com now comes with a whole category.
See jitters rants against some, but not all, under “divorce lawyers.”
What a great a merciful God we have, who loves even them, certain lawyers.
LOL here, people, LOL!
It’s only a joke.
And gimme a break—I used to be a NEWSPAPER reporter, who have always ranked about dead even, at the bottom of approval ratings, with lawyers and politicians, so if I want to rant about, and make fun of, some but not all divorce lawyers, I will.
And plan to.
Viciously.
Laugh.
Errrrr!

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