By: Gary L. Rodgers

Have you ever heard someone use the phrase “I’m plumb tuckered out?” It’s a slang expression saying that we are totally exhausted.

As a young man growing up I worked on my neighbor’s farm during the summer to help bring in the Hay and Straw and I loved every minute of doing it. There is something special about the aroma of fresh cut alfalfa. I would come home after a long day and my mom would say, “you look like you’re plumb tuckered out!” And I would say that she was right a hundred percent of the time.


Languages change and develop over time into new expressions and words. Did you ever stop to think about all of the new words that we inherited with the coming of age with the computer? Did you ever wonder what people will be thinking say an hundred thousand years from now when someone reads the command; “Set your mouse over the drop down menu and right click it!”  I remember how difficult it was for me to grasp that when I first read it in a manual, much less some of the other terms. I’ve often wondered how much head scratching will be going on in the future thousands of years from now when someone reads a message that they found from our era that reads; “ I was watching this house that was engulfed in flames and the flames must have been fifty feet high! Was that ever cool!”


My son once told me that his wife was his main squeeze! I doubled over laughing when he said that. It just hit me as being so funny. I thought that I was doing good when I said that yesterday his mother was my squoze and today she is my squeeze, and come tomorrow she will be my squish!


My wife came home and told me that I needed to fix the driver’s side mirror on our old car which had gotten broken off. As luck would have it some church friends of ours from New York was coming to visit us on Saturday and when I told him what happened to our car he said not to worry that he would fix it.

On that Saturday he took a tube of construction adhesive and squoze some of it down behind the mirror and then duct-taped the mirror into place. Then he told me that we are now the proud owners of a Hooptie.  I said what’s a Hooptie? He went on to say that a Hooptie is any car that is held together by wire, rope or duct-tape. It may even be a car with four different makes and size of tires on it. Or it could be a car that you have to use the passenger side door to get in and out of it. Our friends told us that because we kept the piece of duct-tape on the car that makes it a classic. Wow! So now with a sense of pride I tell people that I have a Hooptie classic limited edition. Ha!


Languages and expressions seem to change rapidly. Text messaging is something that I never had a desire (hankering) to get into. I have a hard enough time with the English language much less getting into texting. I’m not saying that there is anything wrong with texting, I’m just fascinated with the changes to language and other things that I have seen in my own lifetime. Imagine my surprise when I learned that PITR meant “Parents in the room” and all along I thought that it meant “Pass it to the right.” I guess that there are some things that were not meant for my generation. I’m not stupid mind you, I’m just not edacated.

In looking over some of the Old English Words of the King James 1611 I found it interesting that the letter “J” did not come into existence until approximately twenty five or thirty years after the King James Version of scripture was written. The word Jehovah began with the letter “Y” and the name Joshua was pronounced as Yahshua, meaning “Jehovah is salvation.” Interesting!

One of the words that have stood the test of time is the word “love,” and I’m glad that it has. Love has its own special meaning that cannot be adequately replaced by any other word. Now that I have gotten older and I too am a Hooptie with my shoulder and knee replacements, I’m thrilled to be able to still tell my dear wife that I love her and when she is done with the Roast Beef to please P-I-T-R.


I would like to include a humorous story that a friend of mine emailed me regarding the beloved and wonderfully blessed Dr. Billy Graham. The story went like this:

Billy Graham with his new suit is now 92 years-old with Parkinson’s disease.

In January, leaders in Charlotte , North Carolina invited him, as their favorite son, to a luncheon in his honor.

 Billy initially hesitated to accept the invitation because he struggles with this disease.

But the Charlotte leaders said, ‘We don’t expect a major address. Just come and let us honor you.’

 So he agreed.

After wonderful things were said about him, Dr. Graham stepped to the podium without notes or preparation , looked at the crowd, and said: “I’m reminded today of Albert Einstein, the great physicist who this month has been honored by Time magazine as the Man of the Past Century. Einstein was once traveling from Princeton on a train when the conductor came down the aisle, punching the tickets of every passenger. When he came to Einstein, he reached into his vest pocket. He couldn’t find his ticket; so, he reached into his trouser pockets. It wasn’t there. He looked in his briefcase but couldn’t find it. Then he looked in the seat beside him. He still couldn’t find it. The conductor said, ‘Dr. Einstein, I know who you are. We all know who you are. I’m sure you bought a ticket. Don’t worry about it.

Einstein nodded appreciatively. The conductor continued down the aisle punching tickets. As he was ready to move to the next car, he turned around and saw the great physicist down on his hands and knees looking under his seat for his ticket. The conductor rushed back and said: ‘Dr. Einstein, Dr. Einstein, don’t worry, I know who you are; no problem. You don’t need a ticket. I’m sure you bought one’. Einstein looked at him and said: “Young man, I too, know who I am. What I don’t know is where I’m going”.

Having said that Billy Graham continued: “See the suit I’m wearing? It’s a brand new suit. My children and my grandchildren are telling me I’ve gotten a little slovenly in my old age. I used to be a bit more fastidious. So, I went out and bought a new suit for this luncheon and one more occasion. You know what that occasion is? This is the suit in which I’ll be buried. But when you hear I’m dead, I don’t want you to immediately remember the suit I’m wearing. I want you to remember this: ” I not only know who I am. I also know where I’m going. May your troubles be less, your blessings more, and may nothing but happiness come through your door. Life without God is like an unsharpened pencil – it has no point. Amen & Peace My Friends and may each of us have lived our lives so that when our ticket is punched we don’t have to worry about where we are going”.

And to that I say Amen!


As you may have already guessed, this is just written for us to have some good clean fun. Life is serious enough and once in awhile we need to simply share a laugh or two. I believe that God too has a sense of humor. And He gets a laugh out of some of the crazy things that we do. Having fun doesn’t need to have a filthy word or any filthy suggestions in it!

I just felt like today I would break away from the norm and just share some fun to hopefully brighten your day. Just remember that if you are saved you have a lot to be thankful for and happy about. And I do hope that I gave enough humor to put a smile on your face. 


The next time that I fall asleep in church I think that I will use the same line that Winston Churchill used when one of his cabinet members asked; Mr. Churchill, must you always fall asleep whenever I give a speech? His reply was; No! It is strictly voluntary!

 Now that “I’m Plumb Tuckered Out” I think that I will go and take my quota of naps so that I can get to sleep later tonight.

May the Lord bless and preserve you!

Brother Gary L. Rodgers