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The Day Brother Buddy And Sister Bobbie Had A Fight!

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The Day Brother Buddy And Sister Bobbie Had A Fight!

Brother Buddy wanted me to know. He was embarrassed by what he had done, but enough years had passed that he felt comfortable telling me about his moment of shame.

He sat in the back of his 16ft ‘Deep V’ aluminum fishing boat. His advanced age only allowed him so many outdoor pleasures. Bro. Buddy excelled as a fisherman. The main reason I was in the boat with him, I wanted to see how he caught so many fish. He always seemed to catch them left and right.

Sis. Bobbie had passed away quite a few years ago and Bro. Buddy, now almost 80 years old, lived only to fish and to go to church.

He pondered about how to begin his confession of sins. Presently, he decided on the appropriate avenue and began.

“Bobbie and me never had a lot of arguments. She was a very good wife and mother. I did my best to provide for her. I loved her. She loved me.

“One day back in the fifties, Bobbie told me that she wanted a new wash machine. I couldn’t believe it! The one we had worked just fine.

“I asked her what was wrong with the one we had, and she said, ’Nothing.’

“Well, if nothing is wrong with the one we have then why do we need a new one?”

“The one we have,” she said, “is old. It works fine but it’s old. The new ones have more wash options on them for different types of clothes, and I want us to get one.”

“I told her no. We don’t need it. It’s a waste of money.”

Sis. Bobbie said, “Buddy, the kids are grown. The house and car are paid for, we have the money in the bank to pay cash for it, and I want us to buy a new one.”

“I said, No.”

“She said, Yes.”

“I said, No.”

“She said, Yes.”

“Well pastor,” Bro. Buddy said, “I got so mad at her I took my fist and punched a hole through the sheet rock in the living room.

“While I was trying to pull my hand out of the wall, the telephone rang. Bobbie answered the phone. It was Sis. Jones. You know, Sis. Ray Jones? She was the former pastor’s wife.

“She told my wife that she needed to talk to her about some Ladies Auxiliary project.”

“Bobbie said, ‘come right on over.’

“Well, I was in a rush trying to figure out a way to cover that big hole in the wall. Sis. Jones only lived 5 minutes away, so I had to hurry.

“I looked in the hall closet and found one of those hand stitched word pictures. I grabbed a nail and a hammer and covered the hole with the picture. I was just finishing up when Sis. Jones knocked on the front door.

“Bobbie invited her in and as they came by the area where the new picture hung, Bobbie said, ‘How do you like our new picture?’

“She swung the picture to one side and showed Sis. Jones the big hole behind the picture.

“Buddy and me had a fight. He got mad and punched a hole in the wall with his fist and tried to cover up what he did with this picture.

“Bro. Ballestero, I was so ashamed.”

I smiled as my mind played the little story and I tried to imagine the moment he described. I couldn’t see this kindly old man being that upset. Curiosity got the best of me.

“ What did the sign say?” I asked.

That’s when he really got that sheepish look on his wrinkled old face. He lowered his head and mumbled.

“What?” I asked, “I couldn’t hear you.”

“Christ Is The Head Of This House.” He said.

I laughed till I cried.

Written by Martyn Ballestero

November 9, 2010 at 11:53 am

Posted in Marriage

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  1. I wonder did se get the washing machine?

    Bobby Ikerd

    November 9, 2010 at 12:09 pm

  2. Today as I turn 60 I must comment on this funny story. Husband, Tom and I had one such argument like that when we were living in Pasadena. He got so mad he picked up the old fashion heavy telephone and threw it through the window of our mobile home. You should see him later cooling down boarding up that window real quick. He said we had a “prison riot”. He never did that again and we had a lot of laughs over that prison riot since then although it was not funny at the time. Poor old pastor McClain pastoring us at that 5 year span in Pasadena, Texas. Some people called it
    Stinkadina, Texas because of all the factories.

    Janell and tom Puleo

    November 9, 2010 at 1:05 pm

  3. I’m just glad that He punched the Sheet-rock, and
    not Her. Sheet-Rock is very FORGIVING.

    Howard H Davis

    November 9, 2010 at 1:18 pm

  4. That was a blessing! I thought we were the.only ones that tried to cover our arguments with these kinds of signs…! =)

    Tiffany

    November 9, 2010 at 1:21 pm

  5. Funny

    John Carroll

    November 9, 2010 at 4:50 pm

  6. ROFL that’s funny. Thanks for sharing.

    Joseph Miller

    November 10, 2010 at 2:24 am

  7. I looovvveeee this story!

    kenneth bow

    November 10, 2010 at 5:31 pm

  8. Christ is the head of this house! Mmmmm…yes, I think I can relate to that story. LTIC

    Johnny King

    November 13, 2010 at 4:29 pm

  9. It’s amazing how God know’s our every movement even before we do it,simular situations have happened to me
    thru the years serving the Lord,Anger and sin not,at least you hit the wall and not your wife.I always felt so stupid after i did something like that, and i would ask the Lord to help me not to do it again,Hey beside the Lord know’s were only human. I enjoyed this story happens to us all.God Bless.

    Patty

    January 11, 2011 at 9:13 am

  10. Oh yes, i sure can relate to this story, and after words saying to myself, Oh Jesus what was so bad that i got so mad over this. Realy want to kick yourself.
    Love the story.So true with so many people even us christains. lol

    pat pat

    January 11, 2011 at 9:23 am


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