” For the kingdom of God is not meat and drink; but righteousness, and peace, and joy in the Holy Ghost.” Romans 14: 17 KJV
The unveiling of his statue was about to happen. It was forty-five years after his death and a few days past what would have been his 110th birthday. Yet, for the task that he was called, he would end up one step short of the goal. I don’t get real excited when I have to go to the grocery store.
“And about the ninth hour Jesus cried with a loud voice, saying, Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani? that is to say, My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?” Matthew 27:46 KJV
She asked, “Daddy, why aren’t you crying?” He put his hand on her shoulder very softly and looked her in the eyes. She saw so much comfort and peace in those eyes. If you look closely, though, there are times when his Superman outfit seems to be missing. I notice my Superman outfit sitting on the dresser.
“But of the fruit of the tree which is in the midst of the garden, God hath said, Ye shall not eat of it, neither shall ye touch it, lest ye die.” Genesis 3:3 KJV
Sometimes life hands you a cherry and sometimes someone else has eaten the good parts and you are handed the pit. It was a picture perfect day. The flowers were in bloom and their aroma was so sweet. It was a hot July 4th day in the Nation’s Capital. The President was attending a fund raising event at the Washington Monument.
“For I have satiated the weary soul, and I have replenished every sorrowful soul.” Jeremiah 31:25 KJV
He held the hand of his older brother and younger sister. What would happen them? He no longer had his family. He was headed into the land of the great and scary unknown. That more than likely translates into a better life for one’s self.
“O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?” I Corinthians 15:55 KJV
On February 27, 1951, Minnesota became the thirty-sixth state to ratify the 22nd Amendment to the Constitution. We never know when that dark stranger will be at the door.
I ponder the route I must travel, one which I have never traveled before. Although the sunlight glared where he stood, inside the cave was very dark and spooky. He would write to tell his friend of the wonderful time he had with his grandson.
Life isn’t about the end; it is about what we do with each and every day we are given. We would have to look in the back pages of his life to see the turmoil he really faced.
I looked around the room and saw all the historic pictures of this establishment over the years. I’m not sure which is harder: having someone close to you slip out of your life or having someone close to you slip out of your life, only to return and then slip out of your life again.
It’s probably not politically correct to even talk about Indians this way today, but it kept us busy for hours. Tecumseh was a Shawnee Indian warrior. Tenskwatawa, the Prophet, was his younger brother. How it really happens or if it really happened at all is often suspect.
This past weekend our grandkids came to visit. Mimi’s (what they call my wife) eyes have a special twinkle and Pop (what they call me) pulls out his best version of the Tickle Monster when they come to visit. They laugh and cheer and everyone has a good time. Then, those dreaded words we really hate to hear from their parents: “It’s time to go.” We see the little heads popping up from the backseat and those tiny arms waving in the air. Yes, goodbyes are hard.
