Real Lessons from Real Life
In a year when all the news seems so ugly, it’s wonderful to have some good, honest fun. Stories like Loyola’s are why I watch all those games in the first place.
Margaret Emerson died last week. I’ve been blessed with many friends over my lifetime and loved them all, but few changed my life. Margaret did.
Jane’s story was so depressing and devoid of hope that I had to set the book aside for a while. Last night, however, I picked it up again, only to discover…a miracle!
I’ll confess I have always been frightened and repulsed by the poor and the outcast…But seeing through eyes of mercy and compassion is a start.
Come, Lord Jesus…
Into the lost lives,
Into the lonely lives…
“‘…must tell people what we have learned here,’ (gasped Betsie as she was dying.) ‘We must tell them that there is no pit so deep that He is not deeper still. They will listen to us, Corrie, because we have been here.’” (Corrie ten Boom: “The Hiding Place
Back in the sixties, there was a TV comedy show called, “That Was the Week That Was.” We’ve just had such a week…but it wasn’t all that funny. It began with a dog who wouldn’t eat.
I probably wore my hat decorated with pheasant feathers. They were very cool in my new husband’s Pennsylvania of 1962 and I loved mine. In any case, I’m sure I was dressed up that October Sunday—hat, gloves, high heels. That’s how we went to church back then. But underneath all those fancy clothes, I was scared to death.