My son, Joseph, and I have a small cow herd – 30 mama cows in all. I stay involved for two reasons. First, it keeps me tied to the land and to…
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I don’t know about you, but I am growing a bit weary with all this fake stuff – fake, artificial and virtual – whatever you choose to call it. I’m not really sure when fake came on the scene.
Business speaker Jim Rohn said, “Of the two great eternities that exert a pull on your life – one is called the past, the other is called the future – make sure the greatest pull on your life is the pull of the future. Because you can’t go back.” Paul, the apostle, said it this way. “Forgetting those things which are behind and reaching forward to those things which are ahead, I press toward the mark for the prize…” And let’s face it; Paul had a lot to try to forget.
Jan. 9, 1922 is the birthday of my late father, Frank Thomas McCall Sr. A veteran of World War II, he served with the Army Air Corps in the European theater. As an airplane mechanic, he never saw combat, but he lost his pilot and best friend who stepped on a landmine while taking a walk in the French countryside. My father never spoke of the incident to his children, but the war and the death of this pilot affected him deeply as we would learn in later years.
Well, it seems like yesterday I was writing about the beginning of 2020. I’m serious. When I began to play my treasured Christmas music back in late November, I had a feeling I had just been listening to it a few months before. There just doesn’t seem to be as much time between annual holidays as there use to be.
A few years back, bestselling author John Grisham published a book titled “Skipping Christmas”. It is a delightful story about a family, the Kranks, who decide to skip Christmas all together — no Christmas tree, no holiday parties, no presents.
I, like most of you, have given this COVID-19 pandemic a lot of thought. Please understand. I fully grasp the seriousness of its impact. Early in the outbreak I lost a friend who was as fine a man as I have ever known. A few months later, one of my younger brothers had a frighteningly close call with the virus. Since then, others I had known have passed away.