(Written in Spring 1997, updated Spring of 2021) My name is William P. Beeler. My Mother, my employer, and the taxman are just about the only ones who call me that much more than once. I see myself as Bill Beeler. As you read these essays – it’s important that you have a feeling for… Continue reading A Snapshot of Bill Beeler
Author: Bill
Still active at 78. Taught Indian Children for 10 years. Juvenile & Family counselor for Kentucky 2 years. Taught and developed training for U. S. Soldiers for 20 years. After retirement I operated a computer repair business for 12 years. before retiring in Sunny Florida.
My Young Years
Only the Troubled are Saved by Bill Beeler I started out proud and glad. I was good, I was loved. This I knew, they told me so. Mother loved me. This I knew, she told me so. God loved me. This I knew, Mrs. Walls told me so. I met people who were going to… Continue reading My Young Years
My God
Written December 1996 I’ve come to realize that God, by whatever name I wish to use, is a being, an entity, a consciousness that loves and accepts me. This Divine entity is within all of us. We are within it. We are one with each other. We are one with God. An envelope that encompasses… Continue reading My God
Mother’s Passing
Alfreda T. Beeler, my Mother, died on July 16, 1991. She was suffering from Alzheimer’s, a broken hip, collapsed lung, and a cracked rib. I thought she was gone. Maybe I would see her when I too passed on. We moved her and Dad to our home and made our living room into a hospital… Continue reading Mother’s Passing
Mary Grace’s Last Visit
What happens when we die? I think we rot, burn, recycle. But I also think we continue on in spirit. Don’t ask me for details, but I have had some experiences. This is the one and only time my God mother, Mary Grace came to visit me. We were all paying attention to the priest.… Continue reading Mary Grace’s Last Visit
Intercession Offered – Intercession Refused
By Bill Beeler God was there even when I didn’t listen to his messenger. Sticking my head through the lace like frame that use to be my passenger side window, I was struck more with curiosity than shock. The cab of my two week old pickup was radiant in the morning sun. Sparking diamonds highlighted… Continue reading Intercession Offered – Intercession Refused
Fighting Over God’s Love
This occurred in Albuquerque, New Mexico while I sold real estate for Falls Land and Development Co. 1970-71 Audie was a handsome, neatly tailored conservative Baptist turned Mormon. Hard working and easy going., he pored over the newspaper to improve his reading skills. Customers never realized that Audy’s sons helped him memorize the contracts. He… Continue reading Fighting Over God’s Love
Communication between My God and Me
Over the years I have talked to a number of Charismatics and Pentecostals who say that God talks to them on a regular basis. They aren’t Catholics. Most Catholics I know do not really buy this “God Talk” stuff. Most Catholics I know feel that God talks to us through the Church the Pope, the… Continue reading Communication between My God and Me
A Study of Languages
Note. This study that started out as one long poem exploring the many languages you and I speak in different situations. It evolved into a number of shorter poems, each looking one or more aspects of our daily languages. Speaking Daddy by Bill Beeler (August 1995) Sitting in the den, I speak daddy with family.… Continue reading A Study of Languages
A New Desk
A New Desk By Bill Beeler (October ‘95) Hey, I need a new desk. There are many things I need to do. Count our money and pay all our bills. Record our ancestors and write our book. Write to our family and to our friends. Why not just use the kitchen table? The new desk… Continue reading A New Desk