Some cars are better kept than human bodies in Tacoma

My father is a knitter, my son is a fisherman and I am a net-mender.

We love to have breakfast together early in the morning just like Jesus and his disciples had breakfast by the sea of Galilee. “For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother’s womb.” Psalm 139:13 I am what I am because he knitted me the way I am in my mother’s womb.

Your first thought in the morning to your Father, which is in Heaven, should be of God who is knitting together a baby in a surrogate mother’s womb. (God as creator.)

Your second thought should be to count your blessings one by one and pray for your children just in case they might have sinned against God. (My Children as Fishermen.)

Then pray for yourself and see to it that their fishing net is mended and not wasting life fishing with a torn net. (What else would a father want but his children to walk in light.)

I urgently care that my children are right with God in their vertical relationship and right with each other in their horizontal relationships. While I, like the father of fishermen by the seashore, I spend long hours writing thousands of small devotional articles as food for thought so they might go out fishing being well fed and with their nets mended. More than ever before now in my old age I value a well mended net.

Nothing is more important to me than a life reconciled with God and with one another.

The circles around my eyes are the silent but obvious testimonies of many sleepless nights trying to reconcile with someone unwilling to be reconciled.

What was true in Job’s family should also be true in other families. That is why the letters to my family are sent also to my extended family in the Lord Jesus around the world. I do not have a visible congregation but as I am ordained and licensed to preach I ask permission from no one but Jesus to bless these letters.

By the way, I do not write in the conviction that I am a qualified writer but I do write in the vocation and the conviction that I would have liked to have heard these things from someone who was in a similar situation. Remember I am the shepherd of my own family who are the apples of my eyes. I only share that from where I fed myself.

May the Lord bless you as you read and seek to understand the message in this letter.

Sometimes I feel like an Army of One in a silent revolution wondering if it is only me who has a feeling that we are fishing with a torn net and lack vision for a vertical relationship.

In case you are getting fatigued by reading my letters, remember that I would have not written a single one of these letters if I was not his handy work knitted in my mother’s womb to be born-again by grace for such times like these.

Gerry Gutierrez.

PS. I thought you might like to see some pictures of old cars made around my age in Tacoma.