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Early on in our marriage I learned one thing about my wife. She could be persistent. Once she got an idea in her mind, especially an idea concerning one of my chores, I might as well give in. I knew I would, sooner or… Continue Reading “Do Not Lose Hope”
Sunday, when I opened the LA Times, right on the lefthand column was my sermon title for today. It was an article on the Afro-Columbians, living in a remote jungle of that nation. These people live by subsisting on marginal gold panning. They are… Continue Reading “A Champion of Nobodies”
Recently, I’ve received a number of emails for burial insurance. Like the plague victim in “Spamalot” about to be carted off to the cemetery, I loudly protest, “I’m not dead yet. I’m not dead.” The next day a postcard arrived from Forest Lawn. I… Continue Reading “Just Get Over Yourself”
It was a late Friday afternoon; this was to be Joe’s last day at First Federal Bank in the town of Outback. Joe was beside himself. He’d just been given notice “his services were no longer needed.” Fired – in short. Okay, he wasn’t… Continue Reading “Taking Care of Business”
On this Labor Day weekend my mind goes to backyard barbecues, fairs and the end of summer’s lazy days. At one time, when summer was not the scorching ordeal it now is, the day of peak attendance at the L.A. County Fair was now. … Continue Reading “From the Top of the World”
We, that is one of our House of Hope staff and I, just returned from our sojourn in the hills of West Virginia where we were working on our opioid addiction center. I am amazed at how green the hills of that part of… Continue Reading “What a Week!”
My wife has a saying she came up with shortly after our first child was born, “When the going gets tough – lower your standards.” She had kept our house immaculate. Everything in its place and a place for everything. EXCEPT IN MY OFFICE. … Continue Reading “At All Costs”
Friday night bright lights. The football team, their coaches and handlers trotted out onto the field of the stadium to the uproarious cheers of the hometown crowd. There they all paused on the fifty-yard line, assembled in a clump, with bowed heads as their… Continue Reading “When you pray, say…”
Upon arriving home, I noticed a flyer that slipped out of our local Claremont newspaper. It concerned a proposed development to provide housing for the neediest amongst us. Larkin Place is to be a supervised residence providing housing for the unhoused. Of course, some… Continue Reading “Just Who is Neighbor?”
Well, this Monday Jai and I head off to the East Coast to meet our future in-laws. We have a couple of other stops on this excursion. Washington, D.C. to visit the National Museum of African American History and Culture, if we can get tickets, and… Continue Reading “For the Beauty of the Earth”