Courting Disaster

For Wilshire Baptist Church

The TV news tease was, “Texas grandmother helps solve yarn heist,” but it was fake news. Not the heist part, not the fact that a grandmother solved it, but the picture painted by the use of that word, “grandmother.” The mental picture is a gray-haired, feeble old woman fighting off a bandit with her knitting needles.

But that’s not the truth of the story. The woman was perfectly healthy and mentally agile. Yes, she was a grandmother, but she was 59. There was no need to say she was a grandmother. It had no bearing on the story. It’s just a word used to paint a false picture to get your attention.

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Home Away From Home

For Wilshire Baptist Church

What is home? I mean, what is it really? We all know the saying, “home is where the heart is,” but then that begs the question, “where is the heart?”

A piece of my heart has always been in Great Falls, Montana, where I was born while my father was in the Air Force. LeAnn and I flew into that small city last week on our way to Yellowstone National Park. She’d never been there, and I had been there just once before — twice if you count the six months that I lived there after I was born.

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