For Wilshire Baptist Church
Okay, I’ve broken one of the unwritten laws of blogging: I haven’t said anything about the new year. We’re 11 days into 2024 and I’ve not talked about resolutions. I’ve not talked about the year just ended and my hopes for the new year. I’ve not even written “Happy New Year.” So, I better fulfill my obligations.
Continue reading “Happy Prayerful New Year”For Wilshire Baptist Church
“It looks like home again.” That’s the comment one of us made last weekend after we put much of Christmas away while watching bowl games on TV. The latter was made all the easier after I took down the garland swags that were crowding the TV cabinet above the fireplace.
Not that we don’t love the decorations of Christmas. We do, and we go all out compared to some. In the carol “Joy to the World,” we sing “prepare Him room,” and we do that in every room of our house and outside as well, which means there is a lot to pack up and put away when Christmas is over.
Continue reading “Preparing Room”For Wilshire Baptist Church
This week we are celebrating what would have been my father’s 90th birthday. He missed it by about 18 months. Actually, he missed his goal of reaching 93 years, which is what his own father achieved and what I often heard him tell doctors he wanted to reach.
One of those doctors heard that and said, “Oh, so you don’t have any desire to go further than that?” Maybe the fact she was a neurologist who said he had mild cognitive impairment was enough for him to know if he reached 93, he might be at “the end of his useful life” as the saying goes for old cars and refrigerators. And maybe his self-assessment is what prompted him to not return to us when he was in the hospital before he died. He had lost consciousness and would respond with fluttering eyelids when we urged him to open his eyes, and he would squeeze our hands when asked, but that’s all he could do.
Continue reading “Heaven’s Time”