Long time no post :p Anyway I have started working on my bible degree, and I am doing a topical study on a few words. Forgiveness and guilt. I started with forgiveness. After much work I came to a little homily? I am by no means a pastor, but I did this.
So, someone has wronged you? Should you forgive them? Why should you forgive them? Many times in our life someone wrongs us. People sin against us and it makes us, angry, resentful, unmerciful, and a host of other things. We can better ourselves by forgiving that person.
"Ok Joe, this sounds good, but its not practical!" I would have to disagree and say it is very practical to forgive someone no matter the situation. First is it a sin not to forgive? Luke 6:37 "Do not judge, and you will not be judged. Do not condemn, and you will not be condemned. Forgive, and you will be forgiven." I would say that not forgiving is judging someone or condemning them. An antonym to forgiveness is punishment. If we are not forgiving we are punishing. At the end of the verse it says to forgive and you will be forgiven. Matt 6:14-15 "For if you forgive men when they sin against you, your heavenly Father will also forgive you. But if you do not forgive men their sins, your Father will not forgive your sins." Jesus clearly says to forgive men. We need to forgive and give it over to the Lord. Instead of holding this anger, resentment, whatever you have toward the person who wronged you, forgive them and your sin will be forgiven and you will feel better. "Your only as sick as your sin."
Now you can't just lip service this forgiveness either. "Well I'll forgive them, but I am not talking to them or going around them." I would say to you then, that you have not truly forgiven them. Matt 18:34-35 "In anger his master turned him over to the jailers to be tortured, until he should pay back all he owed.“This is how my heavenly Father will treat each of you unless you forgive your brother from your heart.” Therefore we must truly forgive with our heart. The Lord knows whats in your heart and you can't hide it from him. The very definition of forgiveness is the willingness to forgive.
"You know Joe, I would forgive them, but what they did was just really wrong!" Hey I understand that point, but let me counter point it. If the person who sinned against you asked God for forgiveness, he/she will receive it. Mark 3:28-29 "I tell you the truth, all the sins and blasphemies of men will be forgiven them. But whoever blasphemes against the Holy Spirit will never be forgiven; he is guilty of an eternal sin.” Jesus illustrates with this passage that there is only one thing a person can do and not be forgiven and thats to "blasphemes against the Holy Spirit." There is nothing that anyone can do to keep you from forgiving them.
If you still don't want to forgive them, let me leave you with this. We should model Jesus. We should be more like Jesus. Jesus is the perfect role model. Let's follow his example then. You tell me is there anything anyone has done to you that is more vile than what I am about to show you? Get the person and their action ready to compare to what I am going to show you. Luke 23:34 "Jesus said, "Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing." And they divided up his clothes by casting lots." Jesus is being killed! He was innocent! Yet he says, "Father forgive them." Does your story compare? Is it as bad as what Jesus forgave? If Jesus can do that, then what keeps you from forgiving someone?
Saturday, February 23, 2013
Monday, August 13, 2012
Snipe Hunting
Some years ago... ok like 31 years ago, I lived in a very small town? Ok, maybe village? I digress, we lived beside a graveyard (spooky huh?). You see I have five older brothers, two of which were in visiting. My family has always been teasers and practical jokers. At the time I had a few hamsters and really was like any other kid when it came to pets. Well one of my brothers started, at the breakfast table, talking about snipes. I asked like any inquisitive kid, "whats a snipe?" I was told that it was a small fury animal like a hamster that only came out at night and was vary hard to catch. I immediately decided I wanted to one. See we were also competitive and I asked if they had caught one before and not wanting to be out done I was determined to catch one!
"How does one catch a snipe," I asked. First you need to see if your allowed to have one. I immediately ran to my Dad and Mom and asked. I was given permission. I went back to my brother and inquired about the rest of the process. He said, " You need to get a large brown paper bag and color the inside of it black. Then when it gets dark we will tell you the rest." After collecting all the black crayons I had (including the broken ones), I began my day long task of coloring the inside of the large brown paper bag. Now at this point realize this is not the sandwich bags most have now, it was what they packed groceries in back in the day. I accomplished my task and the bag was black on the inside.
Night fell, I was amped and ready to go. My brother said ok its time. He took me to the darkest corner of the graveyard (remember we lived beside a cemetery). At this point he said, "Ok, put your bag on the ground and sit quietly and the snipes run along the ground and run into the bag. When it does close the bag up quickly!" After his final instruction he left me in the dark graveyard. I was maybe 5 at the time. He went back to the house and was waiting patiently for me to come running scared. His whole enjoyment was not going to be from coloring the inside of that stupid bag, but the fear and tears he just knew would come from me being alone in that graveyard.
Well after an hour, he came out and made me go inside. I was not happy at this point! I had not caught the snipe and now he was making me go inside. He got his tears, but it was because I didn't have a snipe!
"How does one catch a snipe," I asked. First you need to see if your allowed to have one. I immediately ran to my Dad and Mom and asked. I was given permission. I went back to my brother and inquired about the rest of the process. He said, " You need to get a large brown paper bag and color the inside of it black. Then when it gets dark we will tell you the rest." After collecting all the black crayons I had (including the broken ones), I began my day long task of coloring the inside of the large brown paper bag. Now at this point realize this is not the sandwich bags most have now, it was what they packed groceries in back in the day. I accomplished my task and the bag was black on the inside.
Night fell, I was amped and ready to go. My brother said ok its time. He took me to the darkest corner of the graveyard (remember we lived beside a cemetery). At this point he said, "Ok, put your bag on the ground and sit quietly and the snipes run along the ground and run into the bag. When it does close the bag up quickly!" After his final instruction he left me in the dark graveyard. I was maybe 5 at the time. He went back to the house and was waiting patiently for me to come running scared. His whole enjoyment was not going to be from coloring the inside of that stupid bag, but the fear and tears he just knew would come from me being alone in that graveyard.
Well after an hour, he came out and made me go inside. I was not happy at this point! I had not caught the snipe and now he was making me go inside. He got his tears, but it was because I didn't have a snipe!
Monday, October 11, 2010
The Great Cat Mystery
As we enter the sprinting months toward Christmas I was reminded of a story that I had forgotten about. My family tradition is quite simple, yet we held to it, Christmas eve we had a dinner and friends over and I always got to open all my presents that night. Christmas day was actually about Christ. We are not, and were not avid church goers, but I was raised with church values and beliefs.
This one particular party was quite rememberable for a rather amusing cat. Now Bancroft's animals like cats and dogs seemed at times to be another whole community. It was our homeless and hobo's rolled into one. In fact the back porch of my house seemed to be an at least nightly stop for two to three dogs. You also had the cat roamings that seemed to be our nightly gangs. It was rather odd to go a night without hearing a couple of cats duke it out. During the day you could always find a battle scarred cat.
Well this evening started like most me begging my mother all day and early evening to open a present or two, despite the fact every other kid had to wait another whole day. Just shows no matter when you let them open stuff it's never soon enough. It had snowed the day before and was really cold at night. The roads were cleared by afternoon, but the snow had stayed on the grass. That evening we had another inch or two before it got too cold to even snow.
Everyone was over and we were chowing down on the delicious food. Usually someone would come as Santa for the kiddies (HAHA yeah I was at the age that I didn't believe in it). After we ate, the grown ups usually played cards or a personal favorite Balderdash (great game). Well I was in the kitchen and happened to look out and see a cat in the yard. He was by an old concrete well we had in our yard and he was standing like he/she was walking and then heard something. I thought me coming to the window might have startled him/her into stopping. I thought nothing of it and went back to being a pest to the adults trying to play a game.
A few hours had went by and my uncle noticed this cat too. I went and looked again and he/she was in the same position! Yep! Frozen solid! To go from walking to frozen solid is rather, well, hard to believe and we have long speculated that someone planted that cat in our yard like that.
This one particular party was quite rememberable for a rather amusing cat. Now Bancroft's animals like cats and dogs seemed at times to be another whole community. It was our homeless and hobo's rolled into one. In fact the back porch of my house seemed to be an at least nightly stop for two to three dogs. You also had the cat roamings that seemed to be our nightly gangs. It was rather odd to go a night without hearing a couple of cats duke it out. During the day you could always find a battle scarred cat.
Well this evening started like most me begging my mother all day and early evening to open a present or two, despite the fact every other kid had to wait another whole day. Just shows no matter when you let them open stuff it's never soon enough. It had snowed the day before and was really cold at night. The roads were cleared by afternoon, but the snow had stayed on the grass. That evening we had another inch or two before it got too cold to even snow.
Everyone was over and we were chowing down on the delicious food. Usually someone would come as Santa for the kiddies (HAHA yeah I was at the age that I didn't believe in it). After we ate, the grown ups usually played cards or a personal favorite Balderdash (great game). Well I was in the kitchen and happened to look out and see a cat in the yard. He was by an old concrete well we had in our yard and he was standing like he/she was walking and then heard something. I thought me coming to the window might have startled him/her into stopping. I thought nothing of it and went back to being a pest to the adults trying to play a game.
A few hours had went by and my uncle noticed this cat too. I went and looked again and he/she was in the same position! Yep! Frozen solid! To go from walking to frozen solid is rather, well, hard to believe and we have long speculated that someone planted that cat in our yard like that.
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Halloween
Ghost, goblins, vampires, witches, and Tele Tubbies? I remember when I was young all the different costumes you could get. It is that time of year again! There are always the stores, halloween stores, that pop up at this time of year selling costumes, accessories, and motion activated items to scare us. Our little city has two of these stores and yesterday we (me and the kids) went to both.
The first one we ventured to was Spirit Halloween. My son, who just turned 3 at the end of August, can finally grasp what is going on. We started at the kids section and I tried to get him interested in the Toy Story items, but he was not having it. We went through every section and then got toward the motion stuff. Now this stuff is getting more and more realistic each year. We got to the edge and the first items were severed arms, legs, and hands. He jumped back for a minute and processed what was going on. He wouldn't move... I said, "Come on," and he wouldn't budge! I picked him up and started down through the aisle. There was a life size Freddie, Jason, and Pinhead, and he was kinda scared of each at first, but then realized I kept pushing a button that made them talk and move.
Now knowing some of this stuff was fake, I believe anyway, we got to the display of a tombstone. There was a wire running from the tombstone through a gothic gate barrier to a pad that said, "Step Here." I told Jobie, "Step right here," motioning to the little pad. He runs with excitement and jumps on the pad. He then was startled as the tombstone began shaking and evil laughs bellowed forth. He paused at first and then as the tombstone raised began running away. He would stop and look, then run, stop and look, then run. He was scared I believe, but interested as well. Finally behind the tombstone was the Crypt Keeper. He stopped. Balled both fists up and proclaimed, "YOU WANT TO FIGHT!," and charged at the display!
It was at that moment he over came the fears and realized that the whole store had fake items. He then proceeded back through playing with items that he was avoiding before. We purchased 3 needle pens and a army helmet.
We went to the second store called Halloween City. More costumes and less decorations. We scoured the store for costumes. Jobie found a Jengo Fett costume and ran to the front of the store saying, "Gotta checkout! Gotta Checkout!" I was trying to tell him that we had to wait on his sisters and he didn't want to. I finally convinced him otherwise and we waited on the girls. We were headed to the front and the prized Jango Fett costume lost out to a Transformer costume.
The joys of having to decide on a costume and changing your mind over and over and over. Happy Halloween everyone!
The first one we ventured to was Spirit Halloween. My son, who just turned 3 at the end of August, can finally grasp what is going on. We started at the kids section and I tried to get him interested in the Toy Story items, but he was not having it. We went through every section and then got toward the motion stuff. Now this stuff is getting more and more realistic each year. We got to the edge and the first items were severed arms, legs, and hands. He jumped back for a minute and processed what was going on. He wouldn't move... I said, "Come on," and he wouldn't budge! I picked him up and started down through the aisle. There was a life size Freddie, Jason, and Pinhead, and he was kinda scared of each at first, but then realized I kept pushing a button that made them talk and move.
Now knowing some of this stuff was fake, I believe anyway, we got to the display of a tombstone. There was a wire running from the tombstone through a gothic gate barrier to a pad that said, "Step Here." I told Jobie, "Step right here," motioning to the little pad. He runs with excitement and jumps on the pad. He then was startled as the tombstone began shaking and evil laughs bellowed forth. He paused at first and then as the tombstone raised began running away. He would stop and look, then run, stop and look, then run. He was scared I believe, but interested as well. Finally behind the tombstone was the Crypt Keeper. He stopped. Balled both fists up and proclaimed, "YOU WANT TO FIGHT!," and charged at the display!
It was at that moment he over came the fears and realized that the whole store had fake items. He then proceeded back through playing with items that he was avoiding before. We purchased 3 needle pens and a army helmet.
We went to the second store called Halloween City. More costumes and less decorations. We scoured the store for costumes. Jobie found a Jengo Fett costume and ran to the front of the store saying, "Gotta checkout! Gotta Checkout!" I was trying to tell him that we had to wait on his sisters and he didn't want to. I finally convinced him otherwise and we waited on the girls. We were headed to the front and the prized Jango Fett costume lost out to a Transformer costume.
The joys of having to decide on a costume and changing your mind over and over and over. Happy Halloween everyone!
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Too Much Information!
Well sometimes when you have known someone for a while you start to reveal information to that person and that leads to a more intimate relationship with that person. Sometimes however people reveal too much information and you just stand there scratching your head.
I went to Wal-Mart a few days ago, and yes I hate that place, but it was a must. I needed ink for my printer and yeah that is the only place in this crappy town one can go and get such a thing. I stocked up though and bought 2 of each catridge.
I grabbed the ink with the quickness and headed for the shortest line. The young lady rings me up and bags the items. I swipe my card and then get this feeling someone is staring at me. I look up and she is standing there with a giant smile. I said, "What?" She said, "Nothing I am just smiling." Well at first I had to focus on the key pad to finish my transaction and then I started running through my head the reasons for the smile. I did a quick nose swipe and fly check and yep all good! I grabbed the bag and began walking away and the whole time I am watching other people seeing if they start laughing and such and nothing.
I get to my car and well it dawns on me...she might like me. I wrestled with this idea all the way to the house and finally came to the conclusion that must be it. Well as I am printing I run out of paper for all my ink...*wink* *wink* I must return to that dreaded place.
I grab some paper and some much needed pencils for school and get in her line. She had a customer checking out, another waiting with a little bit of stuff, another woman with a ton of stuff and then me. The lady in front of me was gracious enough to let me go ahead with my few items. As I am talking and thanking the lady for letting me go ahead she gets relieved for break. "Are you serious?!" I watch and she heads for the front door. "I am in luck!" I decided at that point if she smiles again and remembers me it must be she likes me.
I check out and start walking that way. As I enter the greeter area I see her and shes me and smiles. She says, "You still here?" Of course Mister smooth talker me says, "Well I bought all that ink and ran out of paper!" She asks my name and I ask hers and we have a little conversation. She says "My break is almost over I have to go." I said, "Can I get your number," Yes I braved life and limb and asked for the digits. I then got the rarest of responses. " I am not allowed to date?" ....wait what? Is she 16? or something? Of course, "Why?" and again a rare response. "Drug court won't allow me to." Are you serious? Of all the people, I get the druggie, now I know why she was smiling...SHE WAS HIGH!
Enjoy a good laugh at my expense today.
I went to Wal-Mart a few days ago, and yes I hate that place, but it was a must. I needed ink for my printer and yeah that is the only place in this crappy town one can go and get such a thing. I stocked up though and bought 2 of each catridge.
I grabbed the ink with the quickness and headed for the shortest line. The young lady rings me up and bags the items. I swipe my card and then get this feeling someone is staring at me. I look up and she is standing there with a giant smile. I said, "What?" She said, "Nothing I am just smiling." Well at first I had to focus on the key pad to finish my transaction and then I started running through my head the reasons for the smile. I did a quick nose swipe and fly check and yep all good! I grabbed the bag and began walking away and the whole time I am watching other people seeing if they start laughing and such and nothing.
I get to my car and well it dawns on me...she might like me. I wrestled with this idea all the way to the house and finally came to the conclusion that must be it. Well as I am printing I run out of paper for all my ink...*wink* *wink* I must return to that dreaded place.
I grab some paper and some much needed pencils for school and get in her line. She had a customer checking out, another waiting with a little bit of stuff, another woman with a ton of stuff and then me. The lady in front of me was gracious enough to let me go ahead with my few items. As I am talking and thanking the lady for letting me go ahead she gets relieved for break. "Are you serious?!" I watch and she heads for the front door. "I am in luck!" I decided at that point if she smiles again and remembers me it must be she likes me.
I check out and start walking that way. As I enter the greeter area I see her and shes me and smiles. She says, "You still here?" Of course Mister smooth talker me says, "Well I bought all that ink and ran out of paper!" She asks my name and I ask hers and we have a little conversation. She says "My break is almost over I have to go." I said, "Can I get your number," Yes I braved life and limb and asked for the digits. I then got the rarest of responses. " I am not allowed to date?" ....wait what? Is she 16? or something? Of course, "Why?" and again a rare response. "Drug court won't allow me to." Are you serious? Of all the people, I get the druggie, now I know why she was smiling...SHE WAS HIGH!
Enjoy a good laugh at my expense today.
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Need Nitro for the pool....
Everyone makes Friday the official plans making day, well Bancroft was no different. We would usually start in school with the plans and then solidify them by days end. I don't know what the big deal was because usually it was the same, camping out, just depended on whose yard. Our favorite thing to do though was stay up all night at someones house (outside in a tent), and then go around the neighbor hood getting bottles to cash in for money for the pool.
We usually went to Nitros pool because my Dad worked close to it and he could drop us off in the morning and then pick us up after he was off. Yeah we didnt have cell phones to call anyone and 2 cars was rare as most Moms stayed at home back then.
I still remember the last time we did this. It was summer and this new drink came out that supposedly had double the caffiene, JOLT cola! Yeah that was music to our ears. We had the Jolt and this time was Charlies house for the night. His parents had acquired a camper and that meant no tent (well so me and Charlie thought).
Darkness fell and that usually meant the night started with whatever bottle rockets we had scrounged up. We would take our Wiffle ball bats and use them like a shoulder fired rocket for our bottle rockets. All Wiffle ball bats have a hole in the handle of them. You place the bat on your shoulder, load it with a rocket, and have your best friend light it and yell, "Fire in the Hole!" Good times, good times! This night Missy had ran us off from Charlies house by saying she was going to tell Mom (which meant me and Charlie would have to go inside). We headed to the park! There were a couple of metal slides just straight with a couple of different angles. We lined the bottom of the slide up with rockets facing up the slide. Lit them all at once and well....THEY BLEW UP!
After we were out of rockets it was on to collecting. Now collecting was not for the weak, Dogs, fences, flood lights, and many more obstacles made things difficult. I still remember the house by the park had two german shepards and we could never get past them without those dogs barking. Myself and Charlie searched the neighborhood over and found enough for us and his sister to go swimming. We headed back to his house and the comfort of a camper (so we thought).
Upon returning to the camper, Missy, Charlies oldest sister and Anna our big Sis had locked us out! This was a battle that would be fought the whole night! Morning would come and that meant pool time. We spent the whole day in the hot sun swimming hard (well except those few times a day where everyone had to get out! Grrrrrrr I hated and still hate those checks!).
I am telling you this story because I went home layed down on the couch and slept for about 24 hours. It was the best sleep I have ever gotten. Everything was right with the world at that point. It seems that day ended summer and everybody grew up instantly. I want to say thanks to my friends and the memories!
We usually went to Nitros pool because my Dad worked close to it and he could drop us off in the morning and then pick us up after he was off. Yeah we didnt have cell phones to call anyone and 2 cars was rare as most Moms stayed at home back then.
I still remember the last time we did this. It was summer and this new drink came out that supposedly had double the caffiene, JOLT cola! Yeah that was music to our ears. We had the Jolt and this time was Charlies house for the night. His parents had acquired a camper and that meant no tent (well so me and Charlie thought).
Darkness fell and that usually meant the night started with whatever bottle rockets we had scrounged up. We would take our Wiffle ball bats and use them like a shoulder fired rocket for our bottle rockets. All Wiffle ball bats have a hole in the handle of them. You place the bat on your shoulder, load it with a rocket, and have your best friend light it and yell, "Fire in the Hole!" Good times, good times! This night Missy had ran us off from Charlies house by saying she was going to tell Mom (which meant me and Charlie would have to go inside). We headed to the park! There were a couple of metal slides just straight with a couple of different angles. We lined the bottom of the slide up with rockets facing up the slide. Lit them all at once and well....THEY BLEW UP!
After we were out of rockets it was on to collecting. Now collecting was not for the weak, Dogs, fences, flood lights, and many more obstacles made things difficult. I still remember the house by the park had two german shepards and we could never get past them without those dogs barking. Myself and Charlie searched the neighborhood over and found enough for us and his sister to go swimming. We headed back to his house and the comfort of a camper (so we thought).
Upon returning to the camper, Missy, Charlies oldest sister and Anna our big Sis had locked us out! This was a battle that would be fought the whole night! Morning would come and that meant pool time. We spent the whole day in the hot sun swimming hard (well except those few times a day where everyone had to get out! Grrrrrrr I hated and still hate those checks!).
I am telling you this story because I went home layed down on the couch and slept for about 24 hours. It was the best sleep I have ever gotten. Everything was right with the world at that point. It seems that day ended summer and everybody grew up instantly. I want to say thanks to my friends and the memories!
Monday, August 30, 2010
Legends...
Well today I was thinking about some stories I had been told and to this day I still remember one Legend from Bancroft! "The Mad Man." Myself and a few of the "Club" members were on a tennis court playing around (not tennis particularly), but climbing the fences and nets and who knows we may have played a game or two of tennis. The tennis court was in a park, that for the most part, sat in the middle of the town. Beside it was a small patch of woods (small to an adult, jungle to an elementary school kid), and there was a road that traveled right along the park then turn south because of the woods. We had probably explored every inch of Bancroft to this point except that little patch of woods.
While we were playing, a teenage boy came out of the woods and headed toward his house that was across from the tennis court. He said, "You guys want to see something cool?" Of course we all know the answer to that. So we start walking towards his house and he said, "I'll be right back I need to go inside and get it." We all stood there quiet, for the most part, I think we were all picturing in our heads what cool meant. The boy returned with a Katana. We were all semi amazed, a little, as it was not much longer than the "Rambo" knives we carried and not to mention our knives had matches, saws, needles, thread so what use would that stupid sword be? Then he said, "This is no ordinary sword!" Of course "why?," came out our mouthes. "Well you see those woods? There is a man that lives in those woods. He used to carry this sword, and he kills all that enter the woods. If we look we can see him sometimes at the edge of the woods watching. Right now he is extremely angry and watchful, because I went in there one night while he slept and stole his sword!" Well we all were amazed and shown the blood stains that were at the hilt of the sword. We all collected our breathe and went back to the tennis court.
We didn't do much playing as we all stood looking at the woods and taking turns saying we saw him and then spending 10 mins trying to explain where we see him at. The funny thing is I remember for several months after that, venturing toward the woods and then being scared and running away. I do believe that one of our friends Tony broke the Legend. We told him about it and he said not true as that was the woods he used to venture between his and Andrews house!
Think about it what legends did you grow up with? I don't remember quite how long that legend lasted, but I do remember that day, and a few others vividly. I went back there not too long ago and the Mad Man would not be happy! They not only cut the woods down and stole his home, but they built their own, over his!
While we were playing, a teenage boy came out of the woods and headed toward his house that was across from the tennis court. He said, "You guys want to see something cool?" Of course we all know the answer to that. So we start walking towards his house and he said, "I'll be right back I need to go inside and get it." We all stood there quiet, for the most part, I think we were all picturing in our heads what cool meant. The boy returned with a Katana. We were all semi amazed, a little, as it was not much longer than the "Rambo" knives we carried and not to mention our knives had matches, saws, needles, thread so what use would that stupid sword be? Then he said, "This is no ordinary sword!" Of course "why?," came out our mouthes. "Well you see those woods? There is a man that lives in those woods. He used to carry this sword, and he kills all that enter the woods. If we look we can see him sometimes at the edge of the woods watching. Right now he is extremely angry and watchful, because I went in there one night while he slept and stole his sword!" Well we all were amazed and shown the blood stains that were at the hilt of the sword. We all collected our breathe and went back to the tennis court.
We didn't do much playing as we all stood looking at the woods and taking turns saying we saw him and then spending 10 mins trying to explain where we see him at. The funny thing is I remember for several months after that, venturing toward the woods and then being scared and running away. I do believe that one of our friends Tony broke the Legend. We told him about it and he said not true as that was the woods he used to venture between his and Andrews house!
Think about it what legends did you grow up with? I don't remember quite how long that legend lasted, but I do remember that day, and a few others vividly. I went back there not too long ago and the Mad Man would not be happy! They not only cut the woods down and stole his home, but they built their own, over his!
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