“A Mother’s immeasurable love for a child she couldn’t save.”
The headline jumped off the screen. The dateline was Dallas. May 11, 2013. The journalist Steve Hartman wrote:
“Beyond the biological mandate, there’s something about mothering that defies science and borders on the divine — something especially palpable in this mom from Keller, Texas, named Brenda Gorman.”
He tells about Brenda and her husband Gary who decided to adopt a four-year orphan girl, Zia, from the Congo. All was going well until the Agency called with the bad news that Zia had a rare and fatal heart defect. Then they asked Brenda, “Do you still want her?” Continue reading
This story may be a legend. I’m not sure. But it’s told that a little child in an African village wandered off into the tall jungle grass and could not be found.
Family and tribe members stomped all day through the thick grass, frantically seeking the lost boy. The end of the day, however, he was not found. The next day someone suggested every tribe member hold hands so they could comb through the grass without missing any area. Eventually they found the body of the child who had died during the cold night.
With tears of anguished the mother cried out: “If only we would have held hands sooner.” Continue reading
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Yesterday I was listening to an old song by singer and song writer, Lee Ann Womack, who is known for her traditional country-style. The top twenty song, entitled Some Things I know, begins with these lyrics: Continue reading
Three old men were sitting around Pete’s house one morning drinking coffee and sharing how forgetful they were getting.
The first man said, “Sometimes I get undressed to get into the shower, and suddenly I can’t remember if I’m getting in or getting out.”
The second man said, “Well, sometimes I’ll find myself on the stairs, and I’m not able to remember if I’m going up or coming down.”
Pete piped up and said, “Well, so far I haven’t had that problem. So just “knock on wood” and hope what is happening to you guys doesn’t happen to me.”
He was admired by leaders of the revolutionary war. Twice wounded for courageous fighting. Regarded as a hero. Celebrated for his courage. Admired for his patriotism. After almost losing a leg fighting for America he expected more.
It is said that he grew disillusioned with the war’s progress. Distrustful of its leaders. Doubtful of its cause. Continue reading
“You’re judging,” is a charge that has been hurled at me through the years. Then it is followed up with “And the Bible says it’s wrong to judge!”
Though not said in those words, this sentiment has been expressed to me in comments on this blog when I condemn an immoral lifestyle.
Is this charge valid? Am I guilt of judging? Well, I guess it’s time to confess. Continue reading