New Chapter


It’s time for my life to begin a new chapter.  I would like to say I have thoroughly finished this one.  Actually the reverse may be true.  This chapter has thoroughly finished me.

I am happily shutting this blog down as I prepare for a new one.  As the wisest man ever said, “You can’t put new wine into old wineskins.”

To my good buddy Skip,”Thanks for group.”

Now, somebody bring me a skald.





Vintage – Great Teacher

Second semester of Organic Chemistry.  My professor lit a fire under me one day about 2/3rds of the way through the semester.  Prepping us for an exam he looked straight at me and asked me the answer to a very complex equation he was writing on the board.

I answered him by saying I don’t have a clue.  He responded by throwing his marker at me and basically told me that I had absolutely no business being in his class and that I was a complete waste of time.

He was right.  The truth was I could barely keep my mind off of Melissa.  She looked so good in a pair of tight jeans and a sweater.  The only reason I had stuck the class out thus far was to try and win her heart.

Now this cold-hearted, twisted college professor had made me look like a complete fool in front of the whole class.   I was cold busted that day and I went out of there with a purpose.  I was going to do whatever it took to prove him wrong.

That was the most intense cramming session I ever went through.  I was up for several days.  I worked and reworked every equation till I could take it apart forward and back.

Just before the exam I was in the study hall and in walked Melissa hanging on every word of a guy who was on his way to the school of dentistry.  This guy was very cool but I have to admit being around somebody who actually has a photographic memory can be very humbling.  I remember him asking me if I smoked weed before the exam.  They both giggled.

The exam was scheduled for 1 in the afternoon and the class normally was over at 5.  But he gave us the option to stay as long as we needed.  I remember it took all of four hours and then some, so when I finally walked out I was completely and thoroughly whipped.  Thankfully it was Friday afternoon and I had nothing to do that weekend.

I never will forget that day he gave back our exams.  It almost killed him to hand back my test and announce that I had gotten the highest grade in the class.  I was shocked!

But not nearly as shocked as he was when he reviewed the questions.  I was the only student who managed to solve the methamphetamine problem.

I guess that’s why Dr. Julius Marigold will always go down as one of my favorite teachers of all time!


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Never Once

I shudder to think where I would be if it were not for my friend Don.  Many years ago when I was first introduced to Don I didn’t have much hope.

Don took the time to share with me and help me through a really difficult time in my life.  He spent alot of time building me up and encouraging me.

What’s really amazing is that he could have looked down on me.  He had a lot of things going for him and my life was such a mess.  But I never got that sense from Don.

He was one of the most selfless individuals I’ve ever met.  Never once did he ask me for a thing.

He took me to my first Celebrate Recovery meeting where I met Jesus for the first time.

He bought me a book on prayer that I kept with me for many years.  Anytime I was struggling I always went to that book.

He took me with him when he went out to dinner.  Most times he paid for it.   We ate like kings even though we were just a couple of ordinary guys.

He offered to give me money to buy my mom something for Christmas when I wasn’t working.

We went to movies together.  Alot of good memories.

He called me on a regular basis to talk.  Not to lecture me, just to see how I was doing.

He seemed genuinely interested in me as a person.

He took me to meet his family which may not seem like a big deal but in those days it was a big deal.

He gave and he never took.  He always made me feel accepted.



Vintage – Proclamation

Cyrus issued a proclamation that gave the Jews freedom to go up and build a temple in Jerusalem.  (Ezra 1:2-4)

I’m sure there were many who thought he was being blasphemous.  Who was he to tell the Jews what they could do?  Who did this pagan king think he was?

Ezra doesn’t record the motivation God used on Xerxes to move his heart.  Maybe it was a pile driver.  Maybe it was the figure-four submission.  Or maybe it was the dreaded death by chocolate chip cookies.  It probably was omitted for a reason.

But I’m sure there were alot of warm fuzzies as well.  Wouldn’t you be a bit excited if you had grown up under an oppressive regime and treated like hostages?  Wouldn’t you be gung ho about being in the hostage release?

Yes I’m sure there were some who questioned his motives.  But there were likely some (Jews as well as gentiles) were very impressed by the new undisputed heavyweight.

It definitely makes for an interesting story.

Happy Thanksgiving.



Vintage – Breakfast Treat

Blueberry Eggos dripping with melted butter!  What a way to start my morning!


Happy Tuesday

Whoever coined the term, “Happy Tuesday.”  Probably a dead mailman!

In the first year of Cyrus King of Persia, in order to fulfill the the word of the LORD spoken by Jeremiah the LORD moved the heart of Cyrus king of Persia to make a proclamation throughout his realm and to put it in writingEzra 1:1.

I’ve been thinking about changing the name of the Abiezrite Herald but I’m not very creative when it comes to names.  My Aunt Maxine is the expert with names.  She has a small farm on Gilead Road with a herd of black goats.  Everyone of them is named and she loves those goats.  Jozabad, Jashobeam and Johanan to name a few.  Why can’t I be more like her?

In my college days I knew a couple of fraternity boys named James and Johnson.  The only nice thing I can say about them is they liked their candy.  And they’ll take yours if you know what I mean.  Papa Buck was their dad and I won’t go into that.  God bless them!

Cyrus was apparently a man of great influence.  Two times he is mentioned in the first verse and his title is given.  King of Persia.  He was the title holder.  Everybody else was just a wannabe.  I’m sure he had an entourage and probably a few enemies.

Somebody has to wear the belt.  He was the original Nature Boy.  Probably ran with Lex and Arn and the four horsemen.  I don’t really know.  It doesn’t say that here.

He apparently liked to have things written down.  Sound like anybody you know?


Travis Paul Dickerson

Vintage – Shooting the Mailman

I don’t really know where the phrase, “don’t shoot the mailman,” originated.  It’s a term that became popularized before I was born.

But I read an interesting story one time that just seemed to surface in my memory today.

The story is about a Preacher named Charles Stanley.   Charles Stanley was actually the victim of an assault by a Deacon in the congregation where he was ministering at the time.

But true to his nature Charles Stanley got up, shrugged it off and stood by the man.  His son Andy Stanley, 13 at the time, recalls, “In that moment I wanted to be that kind of man… From that moment on, it didn’t matter what anybody said. Because actions speak louder than words.”

I guess that’s why shooting the mailman isn’t such a good idea!



Vintage – Strange Tales

Heard any strange tales lately?  I saw one the other day on one of my favorite author’s blog.  Kind of got the creative juices stirred up if you know what I mean.

If the Black Forest sounds like a spooky place to you it’s because you haven’t tasted the ham.  And just because I’ve always assumed that BW3 has the best chicken wings doesn’t mean I’m right.  It just reflects the fact that I’ve never tried the ones at Hooters.

I’m not really sure what that has to do with anything but I’m going with it.   When you ride shotgun with the grey wizard of Middle Earth you never know what to expect.



Vintage – Food Issue

People ask me sometimes how I stay slim.  “You must work out all the time?” they say.

To be honest I haven’t had a regular workout routine in years.

“You must eat healthy,” they ask.

“Sometimes I do, sometimes I don’t.”

I really don’t stress out about my weight because it’s something that I have very little control over.  I learned long ago to just accept it.  I’m probably never going to reach my desired weight.

Yesterday I got an issue of Food and on the cover was a deep dish pizza that made my mouth water.  Flipping through it this morning I went straight for the Oreo cookies.  What can I say?

Someday you might find me hanging out at the bookstore in the Cookbook section.  That’s just how it goes.


Travis Paul Dickerson



In the interest of everyone I have decide to delete a couple of my recent posts.  They were a little too personal for a public format.  So I’m giving myself permission to reword.

No I’m not jumping on the politically correct bandwagon.  I just don’t want to be misconstrued.

I don’t want to hurt anyone with the words that I say.  I can be pretty blunt at times but burning people at the stake is so 1st century.

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