“Thanksgiving is supposed to be what we are thankful for. Instead this year finds people complaining…”
These words came from the mouth of an anchor on a local news station. Her words continued. They were finger-wagging words in the face of those resisting Governor Cuomo’s demands that we destroy our businesses, close our schools, constrain our churches, steer clear of loved ones on Thanksgiving Day, and basically cower in fear from a virus that most won’t even know they have unless they are told they have it. I am one who is resisting.
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Been thinking about my Dad...in a few short days it will be 14 years since we suddenly lost him...I have often wondered what he would have thought about 2020...
I guess I’ve been stricken with what is often a common experience among those getting older: that hint of melancholy that lingers at the edges of memories and traditions, that tendency to remember fondly the old days as the best days. It is truly with a heart of gratitude that I record here memories of days gone by…
From time to time we all hear this comment: You are too political.
If I may take a moment to respond... With all due respect, I must begin by pointing out that the comment, "You are too political" is itself a political statement I am a child of God and must remember...
We are free. Our liberties flow from the Throne of the Almighty. He is the source not only of life, but of life free and abundant. We exist for His good pleasure and whom the Son sets free is free indeed. No chains forged by tyrants can bind what God has loosed. Seventeen years ago today, our daughter Sarah was diagnosed with leukemia. I remember every moment of the day…the warm bath I gave Sarah before her doctor’s appointment and how she – looking so weary and worn – could not stay awake… the pediatrician’s office and the perplexed suggestion from the lips of a doctor who wasn’t sure what was going on that we take a drive to Children’s Hospital of Buffalo… the brightly lit and draftiness of an emergency room cubicle on Bryant Street… the smell of the hospital… the look on the face of the resident when he was handed the lab results and his words, “There are leukemia blasts…” All this followed by days and weeks and months…and then years…of chemotherapy.
Today, I walked alone down rugged stone steps in a near empty state park. In the distance, a young man walked toward me. As he neared me, he pulled a mask over his face. What would I say to this young man if I were offered an audience? I would look him in the eye and say, “Stop….”
This is harsher than I normally write...but the time has come that we must sound the alarm...and alarms must be harsh if we hope to wake the slumbering...
Yes, I know that God is sovereign. I am aware that His will shall be done. I understand that whoever rules a nation does so because God allows it to be so. I get it.
Unity. Is it the pre-eminent virtue?
I am moved by Scripture to remember that the LORD hates “those that sow discord among the brethren.” Does this mean that unity is to be pursued at all costs? Discord followed for the sake of discord – built on pride and gossip - should always be shunned. Yet we must consider that the fitting refusal to sow seeds of discord does not guarantee a crop of unity. |