Solomon's Temple

Well the next thing I post on Facebook will be about Solomon's temple.  I'm listening again to 1 Kings with Pastor Dennis Murray at Sheperd's Chapel.  We're all heading for a six foot hole, for the flesh, and a beautiful eternal heaven for the soul.

In the meantime, I like running a business.  In fact that is what the majority of men do.  Be it the business of clocking in at the factory or the business of hiring and firing those who do.  The business of paying the bills.  The business of keeping up with the cost of living.

Now that business is still the same even after, if you are ever lucky enough to get there, you have gotten ahead of the cost of living.  I think in the great majority of cases, if anybody ever gets to this point, it comes at the cost of many years of life and generally leaves the individual at a more advanced state of aging and that much closer to the six foot hole.

And that is the greatest event of your life.  The moment you cross over to the other side.  I have been blessed by God to be ahead of the game at sixty years of age and still able to dress myself and go and get my own groceries, drive my own car, and cook my own beans and rice.  So between now and when I am no longer able to do these things I will try to make posts to this blog.  It is a nice thought to think that I have made it to my final office.  The office of my dreams.  At twenty-one I would have wanted it to be in downtown Manhantten way up high above the street with a window looking out on to the street.  At twenty-seven I had the office in downtown Denver in the Colorado building at the corner of California and sixteenth street on the top floor looking out over the pedestrian mall made of four foot thick granite from the mines of the surrounding colorful country.

I made a lot of mistakes and basically still had cement between the ears, but here I am forty years later and I have finally made it.  My ship has come in.  It's over.  It's done.  I'm retired.

Now the question becomes what to do in retirement.  Go fishing?  Well I like playing a little game on the weekends where I go in to this big vacant office building and pretend like I own the place watching a trouble ticket queue and email inbox and Zoom team chat and my text app on my phone and trying to get logged in to all of the systems and drawing Microsoft Visio document of Internet Protocol TCP/IP data networks and drinking coffee and scrounging through the refrigerator for leftovers.

Yes to me this is more fun than fishing.  Reason being is that it brings in a nice big paycheck every other Friday and that helps me to work on my other business during the week which is to get my affairs in order and get ready for that burial ceremony when I go to meet my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.

Now my business is that of writing.  Reading, writing, and arithmetic.  The only thing that a kid needs to learn and he needs to learn it by the end of sixth grade.  There he graduates and starts his own business.  The X for Boys, King Randall I, The Life Preparatory School for Boys in Albany, Georgia.  He's got the idea and he's taking action.  My hat is off to him.

I'll make a little post about my desire to be the Cisco certification network network engineering preparatory course teacher.  I'll offer my service for free and do whatever I can.  It would be quite simple.  First thing I would do is to pick out and assistant from the school.  Ask for a volunteer who is interested in becoming a successful remote work-from-the-school network engineer within one year.

Set up a blog with my assistant and I post my directions onto the blog every day and my assistant posts his success in implementing my instructions every day.  The point in my head would be for these young boys, like I mentioned before here, hey bud, let me give you a clue in life, a job is the answer to all of your problems.  The better the job the better for you.  And the opportunity for advancement once you are on board.  So good luck to you but here's a little suggestion that you might want to consider.  I'll guarantee you that there are many, many, many, young men doing exactly this as I write these words although likely not a  single one at The Life Preparatory School for Boys in Albany, Georgia.