“You have not lived today until you have done something for someone who can never repay you.” ~John Bunyan
Is it just me, or does it seem everything is becoming a hugely politicized issue?
Eventually, our country will get past the COVID—19 pandemic. Vaccines, herd immunity, and therapeutics will help us move forward with some semblance of normalcy. To be sure, certain things will never be “the same,” particularly for those who lost loved ones to this awful virus.
I have come to realize that I grew up in a perceived time of innocence. In my growing up years in Waco, I pulled my wagon around to houses in the neighborhood, collecting old worn out pots, pans and anything else made of any type of metal that might be used in the war effort.
Our dear friends, Rob and Tracey Shirk from Waterloo, Iowa were passing through our area on Thursday and came to visit. The following day at breakfast, Rob walked in carrying what appeared to be a big magazine. As he sat at the table, I realized it was a road atlas of the USA ...
Amanda Gorman, the National Youth Poet Laureate, recited her poem in Sunday’s Super Bowl pre-game activities.
With these verses, she recognized three individuals who stood on the field prior to the coin toss: a veteran, a teacher, and a nurse.
Today we honor our three captains
for their actions and impact
in a time of uncertainty and need.
They have taken the lead,
exceeding all expectations and limitations,
uplifting their communities and nation
as leaders, healers, and educators.
Here comes Santa Clause, Merry Christmas to all of you, may you next year be better than this one has been. It's a pretty day in Aspermont this morning, Joe and I will walk about 10:00, and again this evening about 3:00.
Author’s note: this essay was published on Christmas week in 2019 and is one of the most popular essays I’ve ever written. I felt called to share it again on this Christmas week and I hope the lyrics touch you as deeply as they continue to touch me.
“O holy night! The stars are brightly shining.