Ought-nine!

Happy New Year, PDX!

I can hear those old codgers of yesteryear now: Back in ought-six ('06), we had snow clean up to the tops of the barn windows... Back in ought-nine ('09), them was the biggest rockslides we ever seen...

We're living in the oughts. For one more year, at least. Now when my Mom was a young girl in school and doing her arithmetic problems, a zero was called an "ought". Sometimes a "nought". That's more dignified than being called a nothing.

This year I wonder if we won't be giving reprise to that Peter, Paul and Mary song of so many years gone by: "Too Much of Nothin'". We'll see. And as Crosby, Stills and Nash used to sing, "It's been a long time coming. . . and it appears to be a long, long, long, long time before the dawn."

Here's hoping you are keeping your job, your house and your food supply.

This is a very good year for hope. And it's finally the last year of the oughts. Dawn can't come soon enough.

Got things to tell you about. Stay tuned.

Blessings,

Pastor Roger