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19 Jun

By John Luke Castle (the youngest of 10 grandchildren of Arthur Nolen and Lula Elizabeth Pilkinton Caudle)
I did not realize how much of a leader he was until after he went to Heaven January 2001. He was a teacher, a husband, a daddy and grandpa, a rancher, a farmer, a poet, a carpenter, and an artist. He was a servant leader. He spoke what he believed, and was well respected and loved in the community. This man of whom I am speaking is none other than my Grandpa, Arthur Nolen Caudle.
I believe that Grandpa was the ideal leader. He was a mix between Technocrat, Craftsman, and Artist. As a teacher, he had a vision for his students, that they would learn the material, as much as or more, not less than, he expected. As a daddy he had a vision for his four daughters, that they would be respectable young ladies in all ways. He had a willingness to act on this through loving discipline. For one example, they were not allowed to talk back to Granny or him. If they did, they were sure to be sent to get a switch, which of course would be used after a lecture. As Grandpa, he demanded the same respect and used the same discipline on us. As a carpenter, he saw the small details and carefully polished what he made to perfection. He shared his labor with others. When the church needed something built, he would help. He made furniture, fixed roofs, and even helped build a house. When his garden overflowed with vegetables he shared them with others and took some to Farmers Market where he enjoyed fellowship and a little extra income!
Grandpa was not afraid to speak his mind, popular or not. One example of this was when Grandpa’s church was considering the option to dismiss evening services and have fellowship to watch the Super Bowl together. When the discussion began, he stood and announced that he found a cartoon that expressed his true opinion on the matter and asked, as it was passed around, to consider the meaning of the cartoon. The picture was of a football game. The ball was on the 50 yard line. The stadium was very large and packed with people, no seat empty. The players on the field bowed. In the upper right hand corner was JESUS with a tear running down His cheek. Grandpa simply finished by reading a poem that The LORD inspired him to write. Saying no more, he sat down. This is the poem that he read:
Gird up your loins,
Buckle on your breastplate,
Fasten on your helmet,
Oh ye soldiers of the Lord!

Baal is attacking in the form of a ball.
Professional sports are laying siege
To the gates of the Kingdom.
The broad way is tempting travelers from the narrow way.

The Lord’s Day: a sacred time to worship a Super Person.
It’s being called Super Sunday,
A time to worship a “deflated ball”.

Who chose The Lord’s Day to play their games;
To detract from our worship;
The Holy Spirit or the spirit of Baal?

Choose this day whom you will serve.
Hold firmly the sword of the Spirit.
Put the vanities of the world behind
And let Super Sunday honor our Super Savior.

At least until after Grandpa’s death, a few years later, his church chose to let Super Sunday continue to honor our Super Savior.
In conclusion, to me, other than Jesus, Grandpa was the greatest leader. This shows he was an ideal leader. Thank you.



14 Jun


(Arthur Nolen Caudle’s revision of Carolyn’s Poem.)

Oh, LORD, I hear Your Heavenly angels singing!

“All glory and praise to the great Jehovah!”

Oh, LORD I hear the bells so sweetly ringing.

Oh, praises to God before our Father’s throne!


There I’ll stand before my loving Saviour;

There He’ll present me to The Almighty One.

“Heavenly Father, this one belongs to Me.

This one loves You and accepts Your love and grace.


And then The Gracious Father will rise and say,

“Yes, Son, I see her name. There was—there was a stain,

But now it’s gone, ‘crossed out by sacrificial blood.

Lo! I see YOUR face, YOUR holiness, YOUR grace!

Let her enter into the joy of her Lord!


Hallelujah!  I sing with the angels now,

And others who know The LORD join in our praise.

Our voices sing a million hallelujahs!

                                                      Our hearts beat glory, glory, glory to our God!                                             

         {copyright 1984 & 1993}


1 May

Easter can be lots of fun.

Bunnies leaving colored eggs,

Before the rising sun!

Friends and family talk and eat;

Children hardly take a seat.

Oh! Such joy to hide those eggs,

Then see who finds the most.

Laugh and play, and run our legs,

‘Til so tired, we simply coast.

Sweet dreams, my Dear, the day is done.

So glad you had a lot of fun!

Yet Easter truly means much more.

When Satan THOUGHT he’d won the war.

God created a perfect world, such beauty in the same!

All Glorified His Holy Name!

Then, sadly, His highest angel, second in command,

Said to GOD, “I’ll take first place …”; foolish demand.



Satan and his army then, without a single blink,

Fell to Earth, condemned by God.

Ruler? Yes, for a time on Earth,

Because of this, sin had it’s birth.

No more perfection; for Man chose pride,

God cannot with sin abide.

Yet knowing all, there was no surprise.

So God put in place His perfect plan.

Now only HE could pay the price for man.

The only price of sin is DEATH!

From Earth most humans leave – no breath.

God’s perfection includes His WRATH.

His judgment will come to all one day.

He demands His Rightful Honor, in each soul display.

His amazing Grace, Mercy, and Love,

His Son, wrapped in His Holy Spirit above,

Was born on Earth – 100% God, 100% Man.

Life as a human made it very hard.

But, because of His Mission, He stood His Guard.

Jesus never sinned; not word, nor thought, nor deed.

To pay for our sins, He had to bleed.

Giving His Life, He took Father God’s wrath,

Crucified, He opened the only path,

To return to God’s fellowship, pleasure, and LIFE.

That’s when Satan THOUGHT he’d won that war.

After all, God’s Son was dead, alive no more.


On the third day, Jesus won The War For All Time.

If YOU choose Christ, He paid for your crime.

 Because He paid for our crime of sin,

 His blood can us clean in God’s eyes again.

 Will we continue to sin in this life?  No doubt.

  But Eternity is what this is all about.

Will you accept God’s Perfect Gift and in Heaven dwell?

If not, sadly, you WILL “live” in the ETERNAL HELL.

MOTHERS ~ Gems from God ~

29 Apr

With Mother’s Day just around the corner, a word picture honoring mothers is what I will share.  This is for ALL mothers ~ whether she has given birth or not ~

MOTHERS! What a wonderful gift from God!

Feeding, warming our tiny growing bod,

Carrying us close to her loving heart,

Six to nine months she’s our only food cart!

After birth, we are calmed by her voice,

Even if we weren’t there by her absolute choice.

Some people are here because MOTHER was raped.

Others, also surprises are in Loving dreams draped.

It took both our birth father and MOTHER,

For each to be who we are, not another!

“How’s that so good?” you may tartly retort.

“My MOTHER did drugs, drank booz, or the sort.”

Perhaps if your beginning was very bad,

And thinking of her makes you sad or mad,

Ask God to bless her, ’cause God has a plan,

Just as He said, for every child, woman, and man.

The MOM who raises you may be another.

She gives herself to your care … She’s MOTHER!

There’s no one like MOTHER to hold your hand,

Bandage your knee, or clap to your off-tune band!

MOTHER reading stories is surely fun.

And often we ask her, “Read the same one!”

MOTHERS love is the same now as past,

She works quite hard, early to late; REST? REAL FAST!

Let’s not forget the GrandMOTHER MOTHER!

Her babies she raised, then left raising to another.

Life has some bumps, and she loves you so much,

Dear child of her child, she’s there for such.

One more kind of “MOTHER” passes my mind.

She’s not the same, but she’s gentle and kind.

Perhaps you are having teen/parent trouble.

She encourages through this fragile bubble.

Or, MOTHER may not live so close anymore.

So she listens,advises, with open “phone or text door”.

All MOTHERS are special jewels from God.

Love your MOTHER(S) wherever life has you trod.

Then one day, MOTHER passses away,

Remember, keep her good in your heart to stay.

For MOTHER helped mold us to be who we are.

Thank God for MOTHERS both near and far!