Like millions around the world, my saddened eyes have been on America’s Supreme Court these last few days, as monumental decisions have come forward that effect the lives of many. The way I am personally moved by these changes, is to go back to the original gospel cry for the Church, to 1. Do justly, to love mercy, and to walk humbly with our God. 2. Share my faith with others, that they might be saved .
What the Bible calls sin, I call sin. I know this. I am a sinner who has been saved by grace. I also know that even though my sin has been forgiven through the cross of Jesus, I continue to sin in thankfully diminishing measure, as I grow in my relationship with Jesus.
It was a beautiful sunny Monday morning in Orlando. I was in business with my mom and dad, running an appliance store, and I was alone on a delivery. No sooner had I turned on the radio in our delivery truck when I heard, “Two planes have crashed into the two towers of the World Trade Center in New York, an apparent terrorist attack on our country.”
I whipped the truck to the side of the road, stunned. Fear made an instant appearance in my soul. I felt it from my brain to my fingertips. A thousand questions flooded my mind, and I strained to hear the announcer on the radio, though his voice was perfectly clear.
“We just got a report that apparently another plane has crashed into the Pentagon, America is under attack,” the news anchor said, his voice unsteady…as though fighting back tears.
Freedom! What a precious gift. America has always stood for freedom. Our founders fought against the tyranny of those who would take away our freedom. I’m grateful to live in the country where I can believe what I do without fear of those very beliefs leading to my harm. Freedom of thought, freedom of speech, freedom of worship, and within the law, freedom of action.
I grew up thinking that Freedom could be taken for granted, that no matter what, it would always be there. My parents knew otherwise. My dad and most of his boyhood friends, many of whom lost their lives, saved America and the rest of the world from tyrants, who ruled through fear.
This one simple tip could change your life, and the lives of everyone around you.
George W. Bush is a man on a mission to serve his fellow man. He is working around the world to improve the lives of widows, orphans, women, homeless and those in bondage to tyranny. I want to be more like him.
How would you like to invest a dollar and get back 100? How about 1000? How would you like to invest a dollar and get back $1 million? Well, who wouldn’t? And while this tip isn’t directly monetary, it is hugely beneficial. What I’m about to share with you is so simple, so obvious, that I almost missed it, even though I have been benefiting from it for decades.
It’s something that used to be common in America, but sadly is losing it’s prominence.
The day before Easter “Kay Kay and Papa” were taking our three little grandkids for an Easter egg hunt in downtown New York City.
Most of you know Kathy and I live in Orlando, Florida. My oldest son Christopher and his wife and three little kids moved to New York, New York for a six month stint as a traveling nurse. It was a huge change for my daughter-in-law Emily, who is very content with things not changing. But to Chris’s surprise, she was up for the adventure.
Additionally, Chris and Emily have been very excited about their new participation with a company called, “It Works.” They wanted to come to Orlando for a conference so they called Kathy and me and asked if we could come up to New York to babysit. Well, the rest of the story is that we wanted to come up and visit them anyway so this provided an opportune time for us to serve them while visiting them. After they returned home from the conference we all had a phenomenal time together. Anyway so back to the story…
Sometimes this job is just over the top. This week I had the honor of participating in a warrior weekend golf tournament to raise funds for the purpose of keeping a Veterans Home open in Dallas, Texas, then yesterday I participated in the judging of a boxing tournament.
That’s right! George W… boxing tournament judge. It was in Jacksonville, Florida. Home of the 16th annual Guns and Hoses boxing match between the Fraternal Order of Police FOP and the Jacksonville Association of Fire Fighters. I told them… I’ve never even been to a boxing tournament. I’ve got to tell you, it was one of the coolest things I’ve ever done in my life. It was a 100% authentic boxing match between 30 different fighters.
As the spotlight hit and the jumbo-trom lit I made my way to the boxing ring surrounded by my ‘Agents,’ all active duty and former Marines, and stood in the center of Jacksonville’s Veteran’s Memorial Arena and performed for the record crowd before the match. Then Kathy and I sat ringside, as 15 bouts took place a few feet away from us. “The splash-zone”!
Greetings friends. It’s good to see you… so to speak. As I am sure, with all of you, life has been very busy lately, and it’s good to be back blogging, and it’s good to catch you up on what I have been up to. As many of you know, Kathy and I have four sons. Christopher, Steven, Daniel, and Jonathan. Chris and Stephen both married two wonderful girls, Emily and Brittany, and they are the parents of our five grandchildren. Four months ago my oldest son Chris took a temporary job in New York as a traveling nurse. Launching out of the nest. Of course taking his wife and three lovely children… our grandchildren with him.
My second Steven has taken a job in Jacksonville and he and his wife Britney with my other two grandchildren are moving there next week…another Launch! This is quite a culture shock for Kathy and me because they have both lived about a block away from our home since their marriages. Now, Chris and Emily will be coming back to Orlando in a few months, but we will be without grandchildren for the first time for an extended period, and we don’t like it. It really makes us grateful for the fact that we have them so near us most of the time. And really Jacksonville is only a few hours from Orlando so it’s not that big of a deal. But it makes me think about all the families who are miles or even oceans away from their dearest love ones and how they must miss them. How true it is that loss makes the heart reflect on privilege, and the old saying, “You don’t know what you had until it’s gone,” rings ever so true.