As if Brandon Adams heard me occasionally complain about my present aloneness:
It took me a while to find “my people”.
Returning home after the Air Force, I found friendmaking difficult. I’m far from a natural.
First I tried the church’s college group. Never really fit in. Then I latched onto a Bible study of older singles. They were good people but had grown up with more money, and therefore with hobbies and pastimes I struggled to get into. Regardless of where I turned, I found myself on many D-lists.
I adore and serve Jesus the same as this adorable, bright Rebecca Frech and I still love Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers <3. Check her out:
We were cruising through the grocery store when I heard Ella say to herself, “Ugh. I hate that.” I looked around and didn’t see anything out of the ordinary, so I asked, ” What do you hate?” “When moms tell…
The word-wide obsession with our devices and mankind whirling along the surface of the earth without actually living on it has me thinking. For all our technological advances we may have missed something important.
Spoiler alert: While I believe God blesses America, I am not blind or ignorant. We’re in a mess. And yet we’re a blessed mess. “And that’s all I have to say about that.”
So, now that’s out of the way:
I’ve noticed a distinctive change in American society. I admit, I’ve corrected youngsters for being disruptive or disrespectful during the National Anthem at baseball games, etc. That’s old school and can be risky. It’s also one of the perks of being old.
As a kid when I stepped out of line, whether they knew me, my family or not, a momma or a father was often quick to correct me. It was perfectly acceptable then and I appreciate their guidance more now than ever.
Today in our litigious society, we may have missed the importance of teaching our history, our good traditions to our young. Things like pausing for the playing of the National Anthem, saying the Pledge of Allegiance and what it all means. I didn’t learn it in school – I learned at home. While it may be part of a teacher’s seemingly endless job, it’s not their responsibility; it’s the parents’. And don’t get me started about showing appreciation for service persons in uniform…
So, before I start another rabbit trail, on this Independence Day, I apologize for the poor quality of the following video. Like me it’s old school. But as a society we need to hear the message. Like our full, accurate history, complete with some shameful attitudes and incorrectness, it’s important to remember what it’s all about.
Feel free to stand. Or pray.
“Always be humble and gentle. Be patient with each other, making allowance for each other’s faults because of your love.” Ephesians 4:2 (NLT)
So, I was on Facebook and viewed a short video. I laughed, and saw some wisdom in thefeature. So, Iset out to track its origin.
The next step grabbed my attention even tighter. Granted, it led me to the wall of a person whose focus is uponself expression. It’s Facebook – not necessarily reality.
I couldn’t find the fun, quirky and thought-provoking video that user posted some time before. InsteadI saw an onslaught of the user’s more recent posts and skimmed over some of the comments, most screaming racism.
It be like, If ya dis, you not da fix.
KK, your Facebook wall infers you are one K short of perpetuating a bigger problem than the light-hearted subject that led me to you. So, I’ll keep looking for the next best thing.
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