I want to pay tribute to wonderful people I have known, the wonderful country in which I live, the communities in which I have lived, the churches who have claimed me as their own, the God who sends shivers down my back when I really give him a portion of my time—well, maybe not shivers but tears flow easily in some of those most priceless times.
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I suppose the scripture I have heard most on Father’s Day sermons is the story of the Prodigal Son. How much the Father waited and loved him! How wonderful the party thrown in his honor! In recent years it has … Continue reading
Hayes’ Comment/Question/Discussion: This I cannot document but I believe it based on faith, experience and the scripture Matthew 18:10, For I say unto you, That in heaven their angels do always behold the face of my Father which is in … Continue reading
Chances are pretty good that you have dealt with the question, “What’s gone so wrong with our children?” In conservative circles, we hear a lot of talk about dysfunctional families, especially, relating to the lack of good fathers. In the … Continue reading
I doubt this mother will wear her mask when she takes her child home. Thankfully. The baby will likely learn that a smile indicates pleasure, comfort, love, stability. It will probably see daddy and siblings smile. Smiles equal love, it … Continue reading
I sat observing a great-nephew at Christmas time. Brydon had received a Lego kit. He went directly to a card table, pulled out the book, looked at the first few pages, then back to the first to see what pieces … Continue reading
I asked Sammy what to call the part of the body we can spank. I thought his answer, gluteus maximus, was a bit much and said so. So he said call it the posterior. Still a bit much. I asked … Continue reading
Her destination was Anywhere Else, USA. Truthfully if she could she would leave this good ole USA. Leave behind the responsibilities, the decisions, the work-around-the-clock world. Head held high with eyes blurred by tears un-shed, she stumbled and skinned … Continue reading
The sound of clashing all the time. As brother and sister set the line, Making rules – what’s yours; what’s mine. Mom placed boundary and fences; But found the best of her defenses – was milky white peaks that … Continue reading