11-22-14 Ben Putinitoff


“We don’t have any cars available.” The car rental clerk informed me.

“But I just called my travel club and they said you had one.” I countered.

“Nope…sorry.”  She wasn’t sorry, not with her attitude.

I called the travel club from a nearby payphone. They had me stay on the line while they called her.  I watched as she answered the phone and talked a minute or two.  The voice on the phone told me to talk to her now. I did and she was very unhappy.

“May I have see your driver’s license?” The car rental lady asked tersely. I handed it to her and smiled.

“This is expired.” She happily announced. “I cannot rent you a car with an expired license.”

My inner procrastinator, Ben Puttinitoff, had kept telling me that there was no hurry, until I eventually forgot about renewing it.  Back to the bus terminal to beg, grovel and wait for another bus. Putting this off created a big hassle. 

Expiration dates annoy me.  Everything seems to have one. Even people.  I can’t see where mine is printed on me – which really gets under my skin. Hey, maybe that’s where it is! One day, years ago, I trusted Him as Savior.  When I expire, there will be no hassles.  I took care of that one.  Some things just shouldn’t be put off. 

“For he saith, I have heard thee in a time accepted, and in the day of salvation have I succoured thee: behold, now is the accepted time; behold, now is the day of salvation.” II Corinthians 6:2.

© copyright Kevin T Boekhoff


11-20-14 Who Knows?


“Does your Sonoma die shortly after you start it, but only on hot days?” A guy in our apartment complex asked me from under the hood of his Chevy S-10.

“Yup, and it drives me crazy. If I can time it right and give it enough gas at just the right time, I can keep in going.  If it dies, though, it’s hard to restart.”

After discussing the various possibilities, I went home researched it on the internet.  I found it was a common occurrence, yet there was a plethora of theories. Some said it was an ignition problem, others said the water pump, some said it was a fuel pump, fuel filter, or bad gas.  Some said it was pollution control stuff, like an EGR valve. Some said it was low tire pressure and other absurd things.  I suppose the true answer is in there somewhere, but who knows which one it is?

Searching for a church is much the same way.  There are many churches all claiming to teach and preach the truth.  How would one know which is true? The devil has many counterfeits. The KJV Bible has to be the standard for truth.  Thus some study, discernment and prayer is required.  I praise God that He led me away from counterfeit Christianity to a few wonderful Baptist churches through the years that teach the Bible soundly.

All scripture is given by inspiration of God, and is profitable for doctrine, for reproof, for correction, for instruction in righteousness” II Timothy 3:16.

© copyright Kevin T Boekhoff


11-19-14 Randomly Selective Amenesia


 “I already told you about this.” My wife said with an exasperated tone.

“No you didn’t, its news to me.”

“Sigh.”

“It must be my selective amnesia kicking in again.” 

“You don’t have selective amnesia, you just don’t listen in the first place.  That way you don’t have anything to forget.”

I have Randomly Selective Amnesia or RSA.  I do. Really.  For some reason, I remember only some things.  Perhaps I was raised this way.  My mother used to say things of this nature:  “I told you not to put your finger in the mouse trap” (I do not remember any particular incidents for some reason, so I made this one up). My RSA seems to have kicked in again.

My RSA affects me spiritually, too. I only remembers some things that God tells me.  I believe that this is why God wants me to listen to teaching and preaching at church, as well as personal Bible study.  I forget things and need to be constantly reminded.

“Remember ye not, that, when I was yet with you, I told you these things?” II Thessalonians 2:5.


© copyright Kevin T Boekhoff

11-18-14 Pay Attention, Kevin



While working on a project in an auto body repair shop years ago, I checked in some parts for the car.  The hood came packaged in large cardboard sheets tied around it.

After unpackaging a hood for a full-sized 70’s Buick, I grabbed the cardboard sheets and headed for the dumpster.  I pushed it across the floor with the exuberance of youth.  I zipped along until the cardboard caught in a crack in the concrete.  The cardboard stopped abruptly but I didn’t. The cardboard sheet grabbed my upper lip and nearly inverted it over my nose.  In so doing, it destroyed the little lip attachment on the inner side of my lip.

After this, I watched for such anomalies in the floor, or carried the cardboard.  I learned to pay attention. Another great incentive for avoiding such occurrences was from my coworkers who found this event quite humorous and entertaining. This annoyed me greatly.

I am learning to pay attention in my day-to-day life, too.  I try to recognize and avoid any potential problems.  I am learning to pay attention to my body physically, as well.  I have to live with Parkinson’s disease like an uninvited guest.

Bitterness can sneak into my life, if I am not paying attention.  When people annoy me, I need to give it to God and let Him deal with them.  It helps to notice this early. 

“Looking diligently lest any man fail of the grace of God; lest any root of bitterness springing up trouble you, and thereby many be defiled” Hebrews 12:15.


© copyright Kevin T Boekhoff