For Wilshire Baptist Church
I don’t know what birds think, but I’d like to believe that the finches hatched in the hanging fern basket on our front porch are thinking, “What is this? Is this the way it’s going to be? I was born into this mess? Somebody . . . HELP!”
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LeAnn and I canceled the daily newspaper. We talked about it for months and then finally did it.
We were slow to move because we both grew up with newspapers thrown onto our front lawns every day. It was a family tradition and a lifestyle choice and for me it was part of my heritage and career. My grandfather was a newspaper man, my father had a paper route and so did my brother and me. My degree in journalism put me in the newspaper business for a few years.
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For the past week as I’ve worked in my upstairs office, I’ve heard grinding and pounding as concrete foundations are broken and giant slabs are dropped into dump trucks. And behind it all has been the constant drone of heavy equipment.
The noise is coming from Garland’s Central Park a couple of blocks away where an old Air Force Reserve facility is being transformed into a dog park. It’s a modern-day version of the Biblical notion of beating swords into plowshares: where once upon a time, military personnel planned and practiced for invasions and battles, puppies and their owners will frolic in the green grass and relax under the canopy of trees.
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