religion

It always amazes me to find that when God puts a topic on my heart and mind, and I give consideration to write what I am learning, material and ideas flow from every side. It is similar to when we choose and buy a new automobile — we tend to see them everywhere we go and most often when we are not intentionally looking for them.

I had been giving thought to the idea of the masses of “hollow heroes” we have all around us in today’s day and age, and lo and behold, three different writings or thoughts made their way to my inbox or my ear.

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While writing my two columns for the printings nearing Thanksgiving 2015, I received a telephone call from a dear old friend. Actually, The Examiner’s publisher introduced me to this wonderful human being when he asked me to meet with him and his wife and get to know what many describe as a character in our area and write a story for our newspaper. I knew the minute I said hello I was onto something good, and I have not changed my mind in more than a decade of friendship.

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As I was thinking about Thanksgiving 2015, I realized that it is so different than most of the Thanksgivings I have celebrated in my life. Ted has been in heaven for some 15 months; many good friends and family members have gone there, too. (I buried my brother in August.) Relationships have ended, others have begun, and our children are growing up right before our very eyes. My sweet and kind grandson, Brendan Michael, my namesake, graduates from high school this year, and Steven, my oldest, has been in the U.S. Navy for almost a full year.

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I recently wrote a thank you note because I still believe in written notes of appreciation coming from the U.S. Postal Service to a real mailbox. A friend and I had ridden with another couple to an event some miles from home. The male member of the couple insisted on driving his big truck. We agreed rather than causing turmoil. My friend and I had discussed the offer and both had really wanted to go alone so that we could “explore” the area or stop off for other things on the way to or from the event.

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I have known for years that hurt people hurt people. This thinking was reinforced when I served on the staff of the largest church in the state of Georgia for more than 20 years, and in our vast congregation of over 9,000 people from all over the area, we saw true-to-life examples of the pain inflicted on others by those who had been hurt years ago. Later, while working in an international ministry and traveling all over America and in some foreign countries, we saw even more evidence of the same truth.

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It is rather amazing to me to see how God works in our lives. Folks that live by faith and truly rely on God and His promises to provide whatever is most needed always impress me. There are times when each of us feels our faith is perhaps low and needs to be recharged or powered up a bit, and our spirits feel saggy and out of sorts.

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“Hatred stirs up strifes, but love covers all sins,” (Proverbs 10:12).

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“Better is a dinner of herbs where love is than a stalled ox and hatred therewith,” (Proverbs 15:17).

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“By this all men shall know you are my disciples if you have love one to another,” (John 13:35).

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Perhaps you have read one or more variations of this little writing that has come to mean a lot to me and to several of my friends. There are several that claim to be the original author, and I honestly do not have any way of proving the truth, but that doesn’t diminish the greater good of the thought.

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Two of my favorite people: my beloved Mama Cole, who raised me and my brother, a

Just boarded a flight that will take me home to Texas with my daughter, DeAnna Stancil Davis. How we thank God for her job at the airline. First class all the way. DeAnna has been an airline employee for over a decade and thank God, her mom flies free anywhere in the world.

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This has been a tough first year. My life in the great state of Texas reads like a fairy tale and I always planned for and expected the “happily ever after” part. Didn’t work out quite like I planned. My husband of nearly a decade, who was my earnest cowboy hero, died a year ago on Aug. 16 after a terrific and fierce battle with cancer. Throughout the treatments and the after effects, I thought right up until the very end that he would get better.

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