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Doing It Their Way!

by Mike Pyatt

Mike Pyatt

“For what is man, what has he got, If not himself, then he has naught, To say the things he truly feels, And not the words of one who kneels, The record shows I took the blows, And did it my way. Yes, it was my way.” Nearly fifty-years ago, Frank Sinatra recorded, “My Way,” a song written by former rock n roll heart throb, Paul Anka, in1967, specifically for Sinatra. That song has been played at funerals and President Trump’s inaugural ball, and covered by nearly every vocalist, from Elvis Presley to David Bowie. Anka reportedly said, “I’d never written something so chauvinistic, narcissistic, in-your-face and grandiose.” It personifies too many contemporary lives. We’ve seen this rerun-it’s not a comedy. read more

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Death, Grief And Mourning Revisited

by Mike Pyatt 

Mike Pyatt

Attendance at a recent memorial service for a three month old infant evoked emotions captured by C.S. Lewis’s graphic anatomical metaphor, “The death of a beloved is an amputation.” He understood that our frail, vulnerable frame is no match for this mortal assault. It’s wholly unfashionable to discuss death. That subject isn’t wildly popular in most circles. We’d rather prattle on about politics or Facebook inanity. Ignoring it hasn’t served us well. In fact, by avoiding timely dialogue, death, our oldest relentless nemesis, materializes more abrupt than ever when it arrives, unannounced. The Christian’s hope is in the Resurrection of Jesus Christ.Skeptics hail death as further proof that God, if there’s one, either doesn’t care, inflicting us with a torturous ending, or we’re solo on an uncharted flight. We’ve debated the subject for centuries. It’s easy to be philosophical when death ravages others from afar.It’s like tornadoes. When it depredates tornado alley geography, we’re unsurprised. How dare it wreak havoc on our dwelling place in Natrona County. That’s unnatural. read more

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Vigilant Voting

by Mike Pyatt 

Mike Pyatt

Thank God or those who bravely gave their all for us. Although the solemnity and majesty of Memorial Day is barely in our rear view mirror, and, sadly, this sentiment is ephemeral for too many Americans, who thought it was only a day off work. Worse for those who gave it no thought at all. We’ve unceremoniously shifted from the majestic to the mundane-relatively speaking-back to politicking in Wyoming. It’s nearly impossible to ignore the countless campaign yard signs dotting Natrona County’s landscape. Ignoring politics isn’t life threatening, but the cost may haunt us for years, if we dismiss our duty to assiduously examine campaigner’s claims. We’re admonished to be certain in our convictions before firmly planting our feet. Christians, Leftist, liberal, agnostic and atheist all understand that admonition that permits us to safely navigate the political, philosophical, social and theological waterfront. Wyoming’s uniquely positioned to shape its destiny. However, Evangelicals and co-belligerents insist not without God’s Hand to guide us. They understand the interplay of such exchanges, and the battle for whose values and principles will persist for decades. read more

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Missing It When It’s Gone

by Mike Pyatt

Mike Pyatt

What is it about the human condition that we miss what we’ve taken for granted, when its gone? A eulogy’s a stark reminder. Common sense too. “Someone said,“Common sense is like deodorant. Those who need it most don’t use it.” That’s one commodity in short supply, nearly bankrupting our nation. Future prospects are dispiriting. Gun free zones in public schools to protect students? How’s that working out? An Unknown Author, wrote a poignant obituary. It’s one that’ll coax one’s lips to utter, “Wish I’d said that.” It’s worth repeating and passing on to others; sooner rather than later. read more

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Just Suppose

by Mike Pyatt

Mike Pyatt

One song writer from yesteryear, wrote with high lyrical talent, “Just suppose that with your love, I’d have no cause to ever worry, and life would go on, with bursts of joy and fury; and with His blessings from above; I’ll never take for granted, Your love. Just suppose.” More than a song, it’s a fount of romantic aphorisms. Ever contemplate how easy it is to take others for granted? That list could be inconsolably long. From family to friends, to Faith. Many languish longer on Facebook than in conversation with love ones. Would one’s heart grow weary if no one cared? Just suppose our blessings, that we often yawn and shrug at, on a quotidian basis, vanished tomorrow. Emily Bronte, in Last Lines, showcases the fearlessness of unshaken Faith, “No coward soul is mine, No trembler in the world’s storm-troubled sphere: I see heaven’s glories shine, And faith shines equal, arming me from fear.” read more

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