I am guessing that title will arouse the interest of my golf-playing readers who may wonder if I have decided to add a measure of respectable leisure activity to my life. Not happening. I am no golfer. I have found more valuable, constructive ways to use my time—a conclusion motivated largely due to those who found observing my incapacity to drive, chip, put and whatever else you have to do to play a respectable game of golf to be the grist for jokes and a source of great merriment.
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To me, the best job I could have would be the sheriff of rural Georgia town. The town I envision would be small enough so I have time to ride around in my patrol car and not be bogged down by paperwork and committee meetings, but large enough so I could form a SWAT team and buy a lot of weapons, ammunition, and cool gear.
That thought may have been on his mind on May 1, 1915, when he boarded the British luxury liner RMS Lusitania, which was bound for Liverpool, England. He was traveling to attend a meeting of the International Horse Breeders’ Association. After boarding, he showed a friend a strange telegram he received from someone he did not know.… Read Full Dispatch
Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends. – John 15:13
In November of 1918, American forces and their allies, principally Great Britain and France, were inflicting devastating losses on the German army. The war had gone on for over four years, and the German economy could no longer sustain the war effort.
Warriors:
I came across a talk by a well-known researcher. Her specialty is studying shame, and authenticity, among other subjects. What struck me during the talk was that she linked hope to failure. Her research indicated that the most hopeful people had experienced a lot of failure. She contends that recovering from failure enables you to differentiate from failing and being a failure.
Warriors:
“That took a lot of guts.” Now there is an acclamation every man wants to hear. “No Guts, No Glory” is another manly admonition that comes to mind. That was the title of an Air Force manual on combat tactics for fighter-pilots written by Major Frederick C. Blesse, USAF, (Men’s Fraternity, Class of 1948).
Some time ago, my daughter was at the city park playing with some friends. Nothing noteworthy about that, except, in this particular instance, she had fallen off of a rock and broken her arm. My wife, who was very upset, called and asked me to go pick her up and take her to the hospital.
Come ye, say they, I will fetch wine, and we will fill ourselves with strong drink; and tomorrow shall be as this day, and much more abundant. Isaiah 56:12
For some time now, many years in fact—OK, perhaps decades—I have been thinking I would author a dispatch on the subject of procrastination.
A pestilence is defined as “a contagious or infectious epidemic disease that is virulent and devastating” (Merriam-Webster). The Oxford Dictionary lists the following words as synonyms of pestilence: plague, bubonic plague, the Black Death, disease, contagious disease, contagion, infection, sickness, epidemic, and PANDEMIC.
During tumultuous and troubling times, the Lord draws our attention to particular messages from His Word that are perfectly applicable to the challenges and afflictions we face.
| “Rome fell because of inner weakness, either social or spiritual; or Rome fell because of outer pressure—the barbarian hordes. What we can say with confidence is that Rome fell gradually and that Romans for many decades scarcely noticed what was happening.” |
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– Thomas Cahill, How the Irish Saved Civilization |
In the Fourth Century, A.D.,