Old Men

Old men are not what they appear to be.  They look weakened, wrinkled, frumpy, and a little dazed but that is not what they are at all.  Inside is a spirit that can still run like lightning, pick up a rock and throw it beyond reason, and make some giggly girl tear off his chatty ring at recess in the Spring.  He is old but still a boy deep inside.

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Mother: Our First Touch of God

(Pictured is my mother, Frances Amelia Lee Whitt at the age of 16, soon after she married my Daddy on December 13, 1936.) 

A debate has gone on in the world about when life begins.  There is no doubt in my mind that it begins at conception.  In a spiritual sense, it began before the beginning of the world.  The one verse that draws water from this depth of mystery is Ephesians 1:4 (NKJV), “Just as He chose us in Him before the foundation of the world, that we should be holy and without blame before Him in love” (Ephesians 1:4 NKJV).   Continue reading “Mother: Our First Touch of God”

They Are Still Smiling

When I visited a slum area in India, I witnessed children living in squalor and it dawned on me, they were still smiling.  I then thought about the thousands of children I have seen in Haiti and other places—in spite of their abject poverty, they continued to smile.  Their smile has kept me smiling.  There is something captivating about a sweet, innocent, smiling face.  I love to see children smile (grownups too).

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