Glory Bee Attitudes

Palm Sunday always reminds me of Richard Nixon. I remember being in New York City several years ago. We were visiting for the day and walking from one point to another when suddenly we were in a plaza filled with people, police, and secret service. Why do they call them secret service, by the way? But I digress. It turned out that Richard Nixon was in the neighborhood. The crowd was pushing and shoving and everyone wanted to get a look at Tricky Dick. I was one of those people. At that time in my life I didn't like President Nixon. But still he was a president and I wanted to spot him. I was pretty excited. I remember yelling "I think I see the top of his head". Of course, that could have been any of several hundred men on the streets of NY at that time. It just so happened to be around Palm Sunday. I had been pondering about how people were bowing down to Jesus one week and crucifying Him the next. I couldn't understand it. Then at that moment in Manh...

Personalize funny videos and birthday eCards at JibJab! Some Irish Blessings for you: May the frost never afflict your spuds. May the leaves of your cabbage always be free from worms. May the crows never pick your haystack. If you inherit a donkey, may she be in foal. --- May the rains sweep gentle across your fields, May the sun warm the land, May every good seed you have planted bear fruit, And late summer find you standing in fields of plenty. --- May there always be work for your hands to do. May your purse always hold a coin or two. May the sun always shine on your windowpane. May a rainbow be certain to follow each rain. May the hand of a friend always be near you. May God fill your heart with gladness to cheer you. --- Wishing you always... Walls for the wind, A roof for the rain And tea beside the fire. Laughter to cheer you, Those you love near you, And all that your heart may desire --- May the smile of God light you to glory. You can find these and more at: Island Ireland

" We pour out our miseries God just hears a melody beautiful the mess we are the honest cries of breaking hearts are better than a Hallelujah . " - Chapin Hartford and Sarah Hart. There's a new song by Amy Grant that I love. It reminds me of vintage Amy Grant, the kind of song she'd sing when she was a teenager. She didn't write it though. It was written by two women, Chapin Hartford and Sarah Hart. In concerts she has stated that she feels privileged to be able to sing it. I've read that Amy loved the lyrics and that they ministered to her following the death of a friend. She reportedly said: "The song is just so poignant and redemptive. In the lyric, there is no religious code or lingo going on and the message is true, it's good news. I love every scenario it's painting." (reference: Songfacts ) At first I was a bit taken aback because it seemed the writers were presuming what God thinks. Then I remembered that we have the...

I went to an awesome exhibit last week at The Corcoran Gallery of Art in Washington DC . It was a collection of art that had been amassed by two Welsh sisters. The exhibit was called " From Turner to Cezanne " and it had a number of my favorites in it, especially the impressionists. But what struck me most was reading the descriptions of the works. Several of them had something like "infrared photography shows that originally there was a third figure" or "infrared analysis suggests that perhaps the man in the background was later painted in". Infrared technology (photography, radiation, etc) is also often used to discover what is called "underdrawings". These are usually the original sketches that later became the work of art. I got to thinking about how in our dealings with other people, we don't have the benefit of infrared photography. Mostly, that's a good thing, as we all stand and fall before our own master. But it also mad...

It's been a little over a week since our famous back-to-back snowstorms started. Last Saturday, Lloyd and I got a call from his son in the morning. It seems that his niece (my stepdaughter's son's wife) was on her way from North Carolina to New Jersey. She was to meet her mom for a weekend together. Her mom was travelling from Maine to New Jersey. But then around 3:30 a.m. on Saturday, Lizzie found herself stranded in Baltimore. Stuck in between a few tractor trailers with her little Mustang, there was nothing to do but strand the car. In a short time we received phone calls from Lizzie's mother-in-law (my stepdaughter) and husband as well. We only live about 10 or 12 miles from there, but it may as well have been the other side of the country. We had about two feet of snow by then. I couldn't move my little hybrid and Lloyd's 4 wheel drive was behind it. Plus with Lloyd's heart condition, he cannot shovel much and I certainly wasn't any match ...

We had a record snowfall this weekend. It will take a week for things to get back to normal, but at least in 2 or 3 days time we should be out an about. More to come later about our fabulous surprise visitor (not just the snow but a darling young woman and her puppy).

"However tall the mountain, there's always a road" - Afghan proverb I recently read However Tall The Mountain by Awista Ayub. It is subtitled "A Dream, Eight Girls, and a Journey Home". It is an account of an Afghanistan born American who had a vision to reach out to girls in her homeland and bring them to America to teach them soccer. The soccer team members come from backgrounds of heartache and disappointment, since they all lived through the Taliban regime. Most have not been allowed to play sports and especially not soccer. They come to America where they are the center of attention in their own little world of competition and then return home to their former lives as they reconcile the two. Their mentor has a homecoming of her own as she travels two years later to her native land and reconciles her own identity. I have always been interested in Afghanistan, although I don't know much about it. I know little about the Taliban except its horr...