You know what? I’m getting tired of the term “I’m Tryin.” I think somehow this term has been twisted around to mean the total opposite nowadays. Kinda like “bad” means good, and “fat” means really cool.

I recently called to cancel a two-year subscription with a hunting and fishing magazine. After about 30 minutes of pleading my case and listening to the lady on the other end babble about company policy and contract agreements, I finally realized that she was gonna be about as helpful as a sack of muddy french fries. So I decided to get off the phone and try again another day. The funny thing was, she asked if there was anything else she could help me with! I responded “You didn’t help me to begin with!” And her response was, “Sir, I’m trying.”

I’m guilty of tryin’ too. I’m trying to get back in shape but I’m too lazy to go outside and workout. I’m trying to make friends with a couple who lives down the street but he gets home every night durin’ my favorite TV show and I aint one to miss Inside Edition. I’m trying to keep the house clean and I’m trying to set a good example for my youngun, more often then not being unsuccessful at both.

Anyway, last weekend I was at the Denny’s restaurant trying to get a late night breakfast platter to go. I felt compelled to ask this feller with a Bon Jovi t-shirt if he was saved and ready to go to heaven. He responded with “Well bo, I’m tryin.”

I left there wondering what that really means. You see, we don’t have to try to go to heaven; there aint no work involved that qualifies us for salvation. It’s a pretty simple process with ultimate eternal implications.

Love to all,

Rich