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Billy Ray Spencer goes to Sunday school – Part One







My name is Billy Ray Spencer and I was brought up in a family that thought you had to go to church every time the door was opened. So. I went happily along to Sunday school every Sunday; no questions asked!   And BOY am I glad I went because I learned some strange things there!

The first thing I learned is that there is no use in going to kinder garden. All they do there is get you to run around, chase each other, and swing a lot; anything to wear you down so you will go to sleep and be quite during church.

Do you remember when in the first or maybe second grade; the very first thing you heard was about this baby they put in a picnic basket, one of those woven wooden things made out of thin, flat wood with a handle and then expected it to float?

It was the first Sunday of the new school year and our teacher said, “Now if everyone will sit down and be very, very quiet, I will tell you a story about a little tiny baby that was put into a basket and placed in the water and how this little baby was kept from drowning.”

Well now, THAT got our attention! So we all plopped down on the floor and got real quite because this could prove to be interesting! How could they be sure that little baby didn’t drown?

It seems there was a bunch of people called Hee’brews, or something like that, and they all got made into slaves to make brick for this bunch of evil people called Egypsies—right out in the middle of the hot, burning sands of the desert.   But.  They never told me why they needed brick right out in the middle of that hot burning sand. That wasn’t in the story, and to this day, I don’t know why they were making brick out there in that hot, burning sand.

Then the Egypsies declared that all the little Hee’brews babies that were born would have to be killed. Yep!  Right then and there. First thing!    Right off the bat!

But there was one momma and daddy who decided that they wasn’t going to kill their baby and they thought and thought of a way to save the baby. Then daddy hit upon a plan. He would take some thin, flat wood and weave a picnic basket and put some soft cloth in it and put the baby in that and let it float on the water till he come home from being a slave and making brick all day—then he would go and get the baby.

We all listened pretty hard for quite a bit, but then Bronc, who is pretty big for a first grader, up and jumped on little Jimmy Rice who is a second grader. Well Bronc, who is twice as big as Jimmy—Bronc, he jumped on Jimmy’s back and started choking ‘Little Jimmy’, and twisting his arm up behind his back.

So the teacher could see that she had a pretty bad case of boar-drums on her hands.

Cause after the teacher got them two separated, the girls started having to go to the bathroom, All cept me, ‘cause, I ain’t no girl’—an I wanted to know if that basket with the little baby would float!

But the teacher must’uv already received a prophetic message that things were going to go that way, and she was prepared. Cause she reached down somewhere and whipped out a stack of paper with an outline of a man in a bathrobe, with the sleeves rolled up, and a towel wrapped around his head. Did I say he had a big black beard? Any ways he was standing knee deep in water with all these canes and cattails around him and he was putting a little baby in a picnic basket down gently into the water.        

I suppose she had another prophetic message too, we are pretty big on prophecy in that church, not that we would handle snakes or anything like that, but we believed in the strong presence of the Lord. Or, maybe it were an angel that whispered in her ear that this guy with the bathrobe had a lotta’ skin showing on his arms, and both legs, but not too much on his face because he had this beard, and like I said, a towel around his head.

What the prophetic message to the teacher was—’is that even in the big box of 54 Crayolas’ there is still only ONE flesh colored Crayola that is ‘flesh’ colored’. So, she had taken that one little flesh colored Crayola and cut it into 4 parts and stirred it up with all the other broken, and some not so broken Crayolas’ that’us in the cigar box.

So everyone got busy coloring and it sorta’ quieted down while the teacher went on with her story. Then someone hollered, “Whirs’ the flesh? Who’s got the flesh colored cra’nola?”

About that time the pudgy little girl with the two orangy pigtails that’us sitting right cross from me shouted, “Use the pink! Use the pink, it’s just as good as flesh!”

Well now. I don’t know, and I doubt if she knew, if the Hee’brews or the Egypsies or both, had pink skin, but she seemed to think they did, or she was shamming us quite a bit.

Well—right then and there I would’a bet my shoes an both my socks that that little pudgy girl with the orange freckels, was coloring with ONE of the ‘flesh’ colored cra’nolas and had the other three pieces of the flesh colored cray’nolas fast in her other sweaty little hand, and I sure didn’t need no prophecy for that!

That was about as far as we got that Sunday and I’ll swear that I didn’t sleep a wink any that night, or any other night, that week, cause I’d just lay there all night and worry bout’ them allie’gaters and that poor little baby out in the reeds an water all by itself.

Stay tuned and next week When I find out, I’ll tell you if that little baby got ate by the allie-gaters or not.

Your Friend,

Billy Ray Spencer






A primer on the story of the Exodus

Mama tole me to get ready for Sunday school an church, so I warshed my face an hans an wetted down my hair and this is the way I look at church time.

In case  you have not read the story of the Exodus of the Israelites from Egypt in a while, here is a short synopsis of the story to refresh your mind.

Pharaoh Rameses  (The greatest builder in Egyptian History.) turned the Hebrews into slaves after deciding that the Hebrews had became too numerous. He than put them under the hands of Egyptian taskmasters on the construction of the two Treasure cities of Pitham and Rameses, while making their lives bitter with hard services in mortar and brick as well as in the rice and wheat fields.
Moses parents were Amram and Jochebed who were of the priestly line that was to become the  Levites, the priests of Israel.

When the child we know as Moses was born, his mother kept him hidden for three months. She then enclosed him in a basket woven of rush and sealed it with pitch, concealing him in the reeds along the river’s edge.

Pharaoh’s daughter came to bathe at the spot and when she saw the basket she sent a maid to fetch it.  On opening it the baby started to cry and the princess felt pity for it, realizing it was one of the Hebrew children her father had ordered killed.

Moses’ older sister Miriam had been posted a little distance away to watch the baby. She approached the princess and offered to find a Hebrew woman to suckle the child. This was agreed on and she ran off to fetch Moses’ mother.

When he was older, Pharaoh’s daughter adopted him and gave him the name of Moses because it means, “I drew him out of the water”.    (Ex. 2:10)

Aaron was older than his brother Moses by three years, though younger than his sister Miriam.

However, that may not be exactly how Billy Ray Spencer sees it at all!



Part Three:

In Part Two we discussed that it was God who made the ‘Smith that blows on the fires of our tribulations’. And that this same ‘Smith is the ‘waster’ of our lives.  Also we discussed that the word ‘tribulation’ describes a balloon that is twisted and contorted.

However I can’t seem to get to the word ‘PATIENCE’. Perhaps it is because I have had so little of it in my life.        

 SO . . . Hold on, Here goes!

There are many stories of ‘patience’ in the Bible. One is Delilah’s patience in finding  Samson’s weakness.

In the past we often spoke of someone having the ‘patience of Job’. Seldom do we hear that any more. Have we forgotten Job?

 The greatest of all Biblical stories is Abraham’s trusting God year after year to produce the heir that would bring forth a ‘nation numbered as the sands of the sea shore’. Along the way, both Sarai and Abram lost their patience and Sarai gave her slave girl Hagar to Abram to produce an heir. They did–and the world got Ishmael!

 God said of Ishmael: “And he will be a wild man; his hand will be against every man, and every mans’s hand against him; and he shall dwell in the presence of all his brethren.” (Gen 16:11-12 KJV)

The descendants of Ishmael are those who now own the oil producing nations in the mid-east that have drained the Republic of the United States of untold billions of dollars. They are one and the same, with those who now seek to establish a World- wide Caliphate, with the express intention to destroy not only Israel, but Christianity as well.

The next time your patience is tried—stop and think on the havoc this lack of patience of Abram and Sarai has brought into the entire world to this very day–and it is a long way from playing out.  Think 666.  The number of the Beast!

 However our impatience is usually of lesser things that are not history changing in their deed. Our lack of patience usually is the guy in the car ahead of us at the stop light that doesn’t move as quickly as the light changes.  Or perhaps the older couple who dawdles along the highway at ten miles slower than the speed limit, while we want to be going twenty miles faster than the legal speed. Or, it may be with the child who hasn’t his or her socks and shoes on when it is time to go to Pre-K.

We live at a frenzied pace, in a frantic world, preoccupied with iPhones, iPads, smart phones, tablets, and all means of ‘social media’.

Too much, too soon; not to mention the addiction of the coming generations dependency on social media to the point of near total loss of face to face conversation. As a result we inherit antisocial ideology resulting in road rage, random shootings, bullying, family disturbances, child neglect, as well as no knowledge of history to provide us with a point of reference, leaving us with no knowledge of the past.

 Sadly, the ‘Front Porch’ has been gone a long time. It went the way of family dining that was replaced with a greasy sack of fast food and a sugary, caffeine laced drink.

 Family prayer? Dismissed four decades ago.

 Somewhere in all of this we have lost our sense of ‘patience’. It seems as if now everyone thinks they are more important than everyone else—so they run stop signs, pull out in front of you when you have the ‘right of way’ –and will pass your auto on a blind curve or near the top of a hill they can’t see over.

PATIENCE? Where did it go?

There is a scripter that answer this. Paul teaches in his second letter to Timothy in chapter 3, verses 1-4:

‘This know also, that in the last days perilous times shall come. For men shall be lovers of their own selves, covetous, boasters, proud,    blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy, Without natural affection, trucebreakers, false accusers, incontinent, fierce, despisers of those that are good, Traitors, heady, high minded, lovers of pleasures more than lovers of God;’
(KJV)                                                     NOTE: ‘incontinent means ‘Lacking self restraint.’

 There are several scripture that need to be considered.

Better is the end of a thing than its beginning: and the patient in spirit is better than the proud in spirit. Be not be quick to anger, for anger lodges in the bosom of fools.’ Ecclesiastes 7:8-9 RSV

Luke 8:15 teaches:  And for that (i.e.- the seed that fell in the good soil) they are those who, hearing the word, hold it fast in an honest and good heart, and bring forth fruit with patience’. RSV

And lastly, the one we tend to shy away from:

 “And not only so, but we glory in tribulations also: knowing that tribulation worketh patience; And patience, experience; and experience, hope: And hope maketh not ashamed; because the love of God is shed abroad in our hearts by the Holy Ghost which is given unto us.”  Romans 5:3-5 KJV

 First of all let me admit that it is very hard for me to glory in tribulations. Revenge has always been the easier way out for me.

It was only after getting ‘REALLY SAVED’ that I came to understand not only ‘forgiveness’ but ‘patience’.

Patience is not one of the gifts listed in 1st Corinthians’ chapter 12.

It is a trial that must be practiced. Only through tribulations and trials will we learn it.

 FINALLY: “Owe no man anything, but to love one another: For he that loves another has fulfilled the law.”

 Be Blessed my Brothers and Sisters!

Larry Camp   

Straight from the Top / Our Walls are Crumbling !