“It was so great,” my daughter told us while driving home. Her sister and I had just picked Snopes up after a week at camp. “But I didn’t have a ‘mountaintop’ experience,” she added thoughtfully. “You know, some life changing experience like I hear people talk about.” I was surprised when my daughter signed up to serve at the camp. Not because she’s one to shy away from serving. She genuinely enjoys helping. Her natural giftedness centers on caring for others. My surprise at her signing up to serve for a week at camp had nothing to do with serving, but everything to do with “camp.” My kids, though I desperately tried to make them, don’t much like camp. I’ve forced them all to try. Because camp – in so many ways – is good for kids.
Like most of you, I’m sleep deprived (which might explain my techno-glitch on Monday’s post – which will come your way as soon as I can find it!) and swollen-eyed (from all the crying) thanks to the Olympics! So, I thought I’d share a little Olympic inspiration today. When things in this world seem to be overwhelming and full of evil intent…let’s not let it steal the wind from our sails. What man often intends for evil, God sure uses for good. Last week millions watched an act that originated in evil, yet has certainly been used for good. The Olympic torch relay originated in 1936… by none other than Adolf Hitler. Enamored by show and keen to promote his propaganda on the world stage, Hitler embraced the idea of lighting a torch and transporting it from Athens to Berlin. Not only would it prolong
In honor of the countless heroes that have fought for freedom. Executive Mansion Washington, Nov. 21, 1864 Dear Madam, I have been shown in the files of the War Department of a statement of the Adjutant General of Massachusetts that you are the mother of five sons who have died gloriously on the field of battle. I feel how weak and fruitless must be any word of mine which should attempt to beguile you from the grief of a loss so overwhelming. But I cannot refrain from tendering you the consolation that may be found in the thanks of the Republic they died to save. I pray that our Heavenly Father may assuage the anguish of your bereavement, and leave you only the cherished memory of the loved and lost, and the solemn pride that must be yours to have laid so costly a sacrifice upon the altar of freedom. Yours, very sincerely and respectfully,
I’ve told y’all about my roommate when I was a Freshman at Baylor – sweet Susan whom I corrupted with my cluttery ways. (see Coming Clean) After that year, I lived with the same group of girls until we graduated. One of our little gang of four was my friend Starr. Her full name – Angela Starlette Hammer. She was from Ringgold, Georgia and often signed her name with a hand drawn star and hammer. I have so many fun memories of Starr, one of which is her screaming, “Go VOLS” at her Tennessee Volunteers when they played on t.v. Though Ringgold is in Geogia, it’s on the Tennessee border. She & her dad were a die hard fans. With December well at hand and Christmas break beaconing us on the horizon (ohhh… we just can’t wait!) we have some free time heading our way and I’m thinking