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Bart Jackson offers a most timely perspective on the world’s most timeless and influential individual. His New Book Holy Christ It Works – A Practical Message From a Carpenter’s Son places the Gospel of Jesus Christ on a scale of personal value and lets you discover if there lie any real benefits in following the way of life this man offers. What better gift this season for yourself and beloved friends this season of joy and reflection.

 

Books Are The Best Gifts – especially this one.

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On A Personal Note

On A Personal Note

Better Than We imagine

 

This past week, Rev. Dave Davis shared a tale of from a local shelter which offered, among other things, clothes to those in need.  It was a bustling, busy day. A young lady was helping folks sort though coats of the right sizes that would fit their family’s members.  Meanwhile, down the stairs came a man carrying in bags full of new donations from area churches.  Then, one elder gentleman, in dilapidated foot coverings that could scarcely be called sandals, came up to our young volunteer and asked if they had any shoes in a man’s size 10.  Rummaging around through the shelves, she reported back to the gentleman, “I am so sorry, but all the shoes we have are only for ladies.”   At this point, the man toting all the fresh donations broke in, saying, “Oh, wait a moment.  That was size 10?  I think we have one more sack with men’s stuff in the truck.  Let me go check.”  And sure enough, the man returned with a sturdy-looking pair that would fit and last well through the upcoming winter. Our young lady was thinking to herself how fortunate things turned out…until she spotted that man who had brought the donations going back up the stairs in his stocking feet.

 

Later that day, Lorraine and I sat sipping coffee and pondering this marvelous act of generosity.  “You know,” my wife said, “I can think of several of our friends who would have instinctively answered that need in exactly the same way.”  We thought and began ticking off their names.  (I also came up with the two associates who probably would have stolen the elder gentleman’s socks.) But we were surprised and gratified that, yes, at least 10 friends of ours would almost certainly have made that gift.  And, if you’re as fortunate as we, I’ll bet five cents of my own money that you can name several such generous friends yourself.  There’s more compassion out there than we tend to realize.

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Finally The Good News – And the Care Floods On

Granted, the United States government has currently ceased to be a compassionate, care-giving entity.  But do not for one second think that in any way reflects the thoughts or deeds of the American people.  U.S. citizens still maintain their nation’s 134,000 individual charities.  (Yup, you read that right.)  And though one large spigot has turned off, other mega-providers are running full blast.  This past year, the Catholic Relief Services in the U.S. alone raised and spent $170 billion to fight poverty and end suffering worldwide.  That’s more than the $152 billion Apple garnered – and three times the GDP of Tanzania.   The 5.4 million donors to the United Way generously contributed $5.2 billion to fund its 1,100 charitable organizations, which its staff and 1.4 million volunteers employed to bring aid to 40 nations.    That’s only two avenues through which Americans display their warm-hearted benevolence.

We are a prosperous nation whose people bountifully continue to share that prosperity.

My wife Lorraine suggests that it may be time for those U.S. residents to remind their legislators on both sides of the aisle that they stand among those millions of voters who want America’s generosity to be actively sustained. That is, of course, your choice.  But as a final note, I found it interesting that the late Pope Francis, as most all recent pontiffs, chose to forgo his $405,600 annual salary and donate it to worthy causes.

Memorial Day

It is right and deserving that we pause to remember those whose ultimate sacrifice has made possible the rich, full lives we currently enjoy.  But this May 26th, I had my sense of grateful debt markedly expanded.   Like many millions of fellow Americans, Lorraine and I lined our local main street to view our town’s Memorial Day parade.

‘Twas a pageant of hope.  Right after the war veterans, the scout troops came marching – Boy Scouts, Girl Scouts, Cub Scouts.  Here were young people taught to be self-reliant, but not self-absorbed; encouraged to do a good deed daily; and to discover the value of being helpful, friendly, trustworthy, honest, and much more.  Interspersed amongst these came their parents: volunteers in the rescue squad, the public library, and local food pantries.  And, of course, those horn-honking, polished red trucks.  Our small (3,000 folks) town of Cranbury boasts at least half a dozen fire and rescue vehicles maintained by volunteers.  Yes, this may seem a bit overly rosy and I’ve no intention of confering halos of sainthood on every parade participant.  But I could not be blind to the caring, compassionate spirit displayed in the groups passing before me.  Like valiant soldiers remembered, here also were individuals whose efforts are making possible that rich, full life I currently enjoy.  My thanks to all of you marching along in that spirit.  You carry a power far greater than any self-serving cavalcade of military hardware can ever possess.

Hip Hip for Valentines Day

One of my ten favorite definitions of love is: that marvelous state of being in which your own well being is dependent on the well being of another.   Just think for a moment.  Love is probably the only emotion that we deem worthy of its own celebration day.   There are no cards sent for Hate or for Anger’s special day.  No champagne corks pop for Fear Day.  No one gets chocolate in celebration of Greed.  (No.  Election day does not count.)  The reason is markedly simple: we love to love.  We love to be loved.  And romance, well, it makes us joyfully lose our mind.  (Personal examples excluded.)

Those of you who have stumbled across my biography will note that this scribbler’s most prized writings are the poems he has written to his beloved, which stand published on the north wall of our house.  So, if you will, allow me to share a brief segment of the Valentine poem, “Fortune Smiles,” penned years ago for my bride…

Love is a chalice

From which each one may sip,

Thereby enriching all.

Hate is a bowl,

In which unfortunate souls wallow

In vain hope of staunching their pain.

The Fates have sent me Sweet Lorraine

My Soul overflows

I have no need of the bowl.

Happy Valentines Day