Talk about life imitating art.
It seems like he has been riding the crazy train for a good long while.
At this point in his life he has faced (along with his wife) numerous legal charges in the form of defrauding an innkeeper, burglary, conspiracy, and illegal occupancy.
As far as I know, poor old Randy is still holed up in Canada to escape being killed by a mysterious group called the Hollywood Star Whackers.
Poor Randy Quaid.
I really liked him as an actor. I hope his life is going a million times better than what I read and hear. I really do.
In my favorite movie Independence Day, he plays a crazy crop duster that claimed to have been the victim of an alien abduction.
But the role for which he is probably most famous is that of Cousin Eddie in the Vacation movies, metal head plate and all.
I love Cousin Eddie. Sometimes I think my life has enough kookiness in it to qualify me as an official Cousin Eddie.
Or maybe there needs to be a twelve-step group for Cousin Eddie wannabes… whether they wanna be or not.
Hi! My name is Cousin Eddie aka Les Ferguson, Jr.
Maybe I should write a book: My Cousin Eddie Life! It might not be a best seller, but it might would make you laugh or cry.
Does everybody have a Cousin Eddie in his or her family somewhere? Probably so. But I suspect most of us try to keep them under wraps.
Unfortunately that can be quite difficult.
And it is really hard to do when you yourself are the Cousin Eddie.
Trust me, I know.
Dear old Cousin Eddie.
Over the years I have done lots of stupid stuff.
Even ignorant stuff.
To postpone embarrassment, I should save those for the book.
Occasionally, I’ll meet folks whose theology and or understanding of God is as kooky as Cousin Eddie could ever dare to be. And the kookier it gets, the crazier the ramifications.
When I meet those folks and hear how kooky their theology can be, I usually just smile.
Yes, I remember my own kookiness. I remember how my twisted and crazy understanding of God left me ill prepared for what my life would endure.
In my Cousin Eddie life, God was always going to work just like I directed Him to do. I made arrangements.
I made deals.
I signed contracts.
And as long as I did exactly what I said I would do, God would perform exactly like I told Him to do.
I told you Cousin Eddie was real.
These days I don’t pretend to speak for God where He hasn’t already spoken.
I don’t claim to understand the entire why’s and how’s of His existence and work among us.
And though I often wrestle with Him, I am learning to trust Him all over again.
On His terms.
With the certain understanding that He is still a mystery that will someday unfold…
Cousin Eddie still rides, but I am learning to be less Cousin Eddie and more like Him…
That’s the kind of preacher I am.
That’s the kind of church I want to serve.
And in true Cousin Eddie style, that’s exactly what I get to do!
Thanks for reading–and if you get the chance, check out my latest offering at Wineskins.
Les Ferguson, Jr.