Timothy J. Pruitt's Blog, page 356
October 27, 2017
October 26, 2017
Inktober Winter On Its Way
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October 25, 2017
October 24, 2017
Inktober Apostle Paul
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Few men fascinate me like the Apostle Paul does, and always will.
Inktober Ink Crusader
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October 23, 2017
29 Years
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John 14:17
17 even the Spirit of truth, whom the world cannot receive, because it neither sees him nor knows him. You know him, for he dwells with you and will be in you.
There is uncertainty in this world, no matter what your viewpoint, or affiliation we all agree on that. Every person, regardless of race, creed, or nationality accepts the fact that the world has challenges. The question for me, isn’t how to fix them, but Who to look to for a solution.
Twenty nine years ago today, I received something that has seen me through the unexpected, the unexplained, and the unpredictable. A gift promised by the only One with shoulders large and strong enough to carry life’s burdens. Just as He promised, and the prophets Isaiah and Joel before Him, I received the gift of The Holy Ghost.
Jesus said He that is with you, shall be in you. In other words, once He rose from the dead, and ascended back to Heaven, He would give us the gift of The Holy Ghost to lead and guide us.
His Spirit has comforted me when I was in despair. He pointed the way when I needed direction, as He said He would do. The Holy Ghost will lead and guide us into all truth according to the Scriptures. An when I needed strength that I did not have, He gave me the power to go on.
Acts 19:2
2 He said unto them, Have ye received the Holy Ghost since ye believed? And they said unto him, We have not so much as heard whether there be any Holy Ghost.
Maybe you’re like John’s disciples in Acts 19, and you don’t know much about The Holy Ghost. Paul asked if they had received The Holy Ghost since they believed. That means it’s possible to believe and not have yet received. They responded that they had never heard of it.
Acts 19:5-6
5 When they heard this, they were baptized in the name of the Lord Jesus.
6 And when Paul had laid his hands upon them, the Holy Ghost came on them; and they spake with tongues, and prophesied.
The Apostle Paul then asked about how they were baptized, and they told him that John had baptized them. Paul said he baptized unto repentance, but he pointed ahead to Jesus. So they were re-baptized in Jesus’ name.
Then Paul prayed for them, and they received The Holy Ghost. I still remember when it happened to me, and I’m so thankful that it has. He truly is my Comforter and my Hope. If you haven’t experienced it yet, I encourage you to read the book of Acts. I truly believe that once you know more, you’ll want to know more. I sure did, and I’m so glad I found out.
October 22, 2017
Inktober Digital Remington Inspired Statue
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I love Remington’s Statues, and this is a digital #inktober version of it based on an ink sketch.
October 21, 2017
The Cinderella Stamp Collector – Montague Lindsay
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“Why?” “Because my dear, it’s too dangerous to stand back and do nothing.” We were talking about a stamp. Montague Lindsay is a stamp collector, but saying that is like comparing chicken and beef. He is much more than a stamp collector.
Montague is an expert, a brilliant young gentleman in his thirties. A child prodigy in stamp collecting, as well as almost anything else he’s attempted. His first heroic effort involved the rescue of a Mauritius Post Office Stamp from the owner’s cousin.
The cousin in question attempted to separate Montague from his arms at the shoulders, thankfully unsuccessfully. Since then, Montague has become an “active” consultant. If a stamp needs located, protected, or strategically brokered, they called Montague.
Which is why we found ourselves hurdling towards the ground without any parachute this afternoon. At the moment of my opening question, he was cleaning his glasses. I was looking for anything to keep from dying.
The difficulty with Montague is that you don’t always know what he’s thinking. Such was the case at that moment. Instead of cleaning his glasses, as I assumed, he broke them in half, wrapping his handkerchief around the metal hook he was forming.
“Things aren’t always what they seem old girl.” He said as he grabbed me and shot this hook towards a nearby cliff. A wire line kept us connected to the hook as we hung from the side. It took us two hours to climb up.
Upon feeling the ground underneath my feet, my first act was to hit Montague squarely in the face. It was a theatrical punch and not a real one. To his credit he took it, then explained.
“I couldn’t tell you my plan. They questioned you, he would have figured it out. He’s almost as smart as my mother’s son.” Montague’s mom only had one child, him. “Why involve me at all?”
At that point he reminded me of what I had momentarily forgot. “I didn’t, you held me at knife point remember?” An action I would seriously dissuade in the future. Especially if it was a gift from the person you are pointing the knife at to begin with.
I’ll explain that in a minute, I should introduce myself first. As you may have guessed, I am Mrs. Montague Lindsay, Charlotte, he calls me Lottie for short. As for the knife point part of it, I was undercover at the time, and it was the only way to save both our lives.
When I began dating Montague, I thought that a stamp collector would be a nice change of pace, considering my career choice. I am a professional security specialist, a fancy title for a company detective.
When we met, I was pretending to be someone else, to recover a half million dollars in stolen funds. Montague had inserted himself in the middle of one of my operations. He did so to save my life, although he never attempted to give me a heads up.
My prey was playing me. The spy had discovered who I was, and was setting me up for a dangerous accident. By inserting himself into the situation, he was able to upset the dynamic, a Montague tactic.
One that he would continue to use, and one that always surprises me. Including disarming me of said knife, and sending it spinning towards a stranger a few feet away. The man ducked, which kept the bullet from his gun from hitting my temples.
The man with what most people would call the most mundane profession, was the most exciting person I’ve ever known. Montague Lindsay, the Cinderella Stamp Collector.
