One in a Million

“Share each other's burdens, and so obey His command." ~ Galatians 6:2

Their relationship formed in the mid-90s while both served as Board members of an Indianapolis grant-making foundation. Dwayne Isaacs was the foundation's attorney. Terry Kahn served as the HR Director of a local hospital. Calling them friends would’ve been a stretch – they were colleagues who never socialized.

When Kahn left the board in 2010, Isaacs doubted their paths would cross again. He was wrong. Kahn called, suggesting they have lunch.

The two became regular lunch companions every month for the next 10 years. Kahn chose the restaurants, selecting places that took coupons. They always went Dutch.

Over the course of their meetings, the reclusive, penny-pinching Kahn began to share details about himself. His parents fled Nazi Germany and settled in America. After serving three years in Vietnam, Terry joined the Veterans Administration where he worked for 30 years.

Kahn had a reputation for being infamously frugal. He lived in a modest house, drove an old Honda, and carried no cell phone because it was “a crazy expense.” Even when he died in 2021, alone in a nursing facility from non-alcoholic cirrhosis of the liver, he demanded no obituary, emphasizing his commitment to living a simple, unassuming life.

Although Kahn had already instructed Isaacs on where to find his documents once he died, he wouldn't reveal his net worth until pressed to do so in his final days.

The modest Indianapolis man had never married and left behind no immediate family.

Terry directed his money be given to "charity," though he didn’t specify which one(s) he favored. Isaacs revealed later that having to distribute Kahn's portfolio weighed heavily on him.

He was floored when they saw the numbers. Kahn was worth more than $13 million. He’d received a small inheritance from his parents. But he’d been a savvy investor using a simple formula: “Spend less, save more, and invest the rest.”

Isaacs wanted to honor Kahn by giving to organizations with which he would have identified. No donations would go to large organizations, because “they already have enough money!” So, he began cold calling select nonprofits and asking them: “What would you do with $1 million?”

He distributed gifts ranging from $500,000 to $2 million to a dozen worthy groups until the money was gone. Recipients included an organization that provides teachers in poor schools with free educational supplies, a local YMCA for upgrades to its sports facilities, one that sends medical teams to developing nations, and a foundation committed to medical research on liver diseases.

Isaacs believes Kahn would be pleased. He served his country and will continue serving humanity in equally unselfish ways through his posthumous gifts. The man known for being frugal in life will be celebrated for his extraordinary generosity in death.

Loving Father, as Christ loved me and selflessly gave His life for me, may I also pass this generous love onto others as a way to say thank you to You. Fill me with Your love, compassion, and grace. Amen

Treasure of Wisdom

 “Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things." ~ 1 Corinthians 13:7

For Jeremy, some of the happiest hours of his life were spent in the dusty, stale, or dismal purlieus of second-hand bookshops. These places had a kind of charmed, elegant chaos, with a labyrinth of treasures and wisdom.

Books were often arranged precariously on shelves by author's last name or even stacked in piles on the floor and stairs where there was neither rhyme nor reason to the layout. For Jeremy, though, it offered a kind of solitude that emerged when the pain of loneliness gave way to a calm confidence and a realization that when you can love the best of yourself, you can deeply love another.

He reached down and spotted a small book that seemed eerie familiar. Wiping a thin layer of dirt from its cover, he noted that it had remained unsold for decades.

It was an antique copy of O. Henry’s classic, "The Gift of the Magi," first published as a short story in 1906.

On the first page, Jeremy saw his own name in well-known handwriting. It had been a gift from his late grandfather and stolen (or maybe borrowed but never returned). Next to his name, Gramps wrote, “I pray that you rediscover this book someday when you’re older, and it encourages you to reflect on the most important things in life.”

The moment Jeremy began rereading the musty little book, he entered an alternate reality. As the words flowed out, his imagination added vivid colors and the characters came to life. O. Henry’s clever use of irony provides two surprises at the climax of the story.

"The Gift of the Magi" tells a moving tale of a young married couple, Jim and Della, who struggle financially but want to give each other meaningful Christmas presents. Della sells her voluptuous knee-length hair and uses the money to buy a platinum chain to go with Jim's prized pocket watch.

When Jim came home from work that evening, Della admitted to him that she’d sold her curls to purchase the chain for him.

In turn, Jim offered Della her present, a set of expensive ornamental combs. Unfortunately, she wouldn’t be able to use them until her hair grew back out.

The more enthralled Jeremy became in O. Henry’s story, the more personal it became. With his own nuptials just weeks away, it offered thought-provoking advice with perfect timing, that marriage is a deep and loving friendship, so strong that each would sacrifice for the other.

The story also teaches the true meaning of gift-giving. It shows how love and thoughtfulness are more valuable than material possessions and that the most precious gifts are those from the heart.

Jesus, You know that we aren’t perfect. As You have forgiven us, help us to forgive one another. May that attitude of peacemaking, words of forgiveness, and kind grace, be echoed and felt in our home and our life as spouses. Amen

Violets and Paper Boats

 “Don’t look back, lengthen your stride, and press toward the goal." ~ Philippians 3:13-14

The youngest of 13, Maria entered the world in 1850, nine weeks prematurely. Born to  Italian farmers, she’d remain small, frail, and mostly in ill health throughout her life.

Her Dad read to her from a book of missionary stories, which piqued Maria's curiosity. From an impressionable age, her dolls became nuns and she dreamt of joining a religious order, serving God, and becoming a missionary herself.

Her Uncle Luigi, a Catholic priest, lived near a river where she launched small paper boats to “far-off places like India and China.” Into each, Maria placed violets, imagining the tiny purple flowers were missionaries.

Violets were an interesting choice. Their fragrance stimulates our sense receptors with a sweet, but fleeting odor. Humans can’t register the violets’ s aroma for more than a few minutes before our olfactory receptors ignore them. They’ll return later as fragrant as before.

Despite her deep faith and passion, 3 different Catholic religious orders rejected her application due to her ongoing health issues, including the “Daughters of the Sacred Heart,” who had taught and mentored her. She sailed past that obstacle by taking a headmistress position at a local orphanage.

Eventually, Maria’s work ethic, ambition, and ingenuity impressed Pope Leo XIII. He allowed her to make the three sacred promises (poverty, chastity, and obedience) necessary to become a nun. She petitioned the Pontiff for permission to float on to China, as her youthful violets had done, and evangelize the people there.

Instead of China, the Pope sent her to America, to nurture the growing population of impoverished Italians flooding into the States. The once-frail violet sailed on a wooden ship, not of paper; west rather than east.

In 1889, Mother Frances Cabrini, the daughter of Italian farmers, arrived in NYC with six members of the Order she’d formed nine years earlier, the “Missionary Sisters of the Sacred Heart of Jesus.”

The violet’s here-then-gone phenomena describe Mother Cabrini’s selfless works. She moved on to Chicago, then Seattle, New Orleans, and Denver. She arrived in one spot, founded hospitals and schools, then left, only to reappear in another city, working just as diligently.

She founded 67 institutions to serve the sick and poor, rallied community support, and showed a knack for leading staff. She cared for people’s physical and spiritual needs with an astonishing energy and tenacity that energized donors.

Then, like the scent of the violet, she left this world after traveling tirelessly for 28 years, setting up schools, hospitals, orphanages, and novitiates. Just like the molecules of a violet’s scent that lingers in our olfactory senses, Mother Cabrini, the Patron Saint of Immigrants, still works for us through her intercession.

Though she had been born in Italy, that citizenship would earn her the title of the first American saint in 1946 by Pope Pius XII.

“Sweet Jesus, help me! I surrender myself totally to you, to serve you faithfully and to attract many souls to Your holy love.” Amen (St. Frances Xavier Cabrini)

Never Die Young

 “Love does not dishonor others.” ~ 1 Corinthians 13: 4–5

Brooke never considered herself a mean teenager, but for almost six months, she still felt ashamed of her cruel behavior. She had no reason to be unkind, but she was.

Her “world” didn't view bullying as evil or unnatural. Kids were called to the principal's office for disrespecting teachers or smoking in the bathroom, but not for mocking other classmates. Her crowd was ruthless and self-serving.

Since then, Brooke has reflected on what made her choose others as “targets.” Experts say it’s about feeling superior. In some cases, bullies were teased at home. Jealousy can also lead to bullying. In her case, it was just about following the "wrong crowd."  

One of their victims was a genius. Andy excelled in the most advanced high school courses and was exceptionally gifted in complex mathematics. A National Merit Scholar, he won acceptance to several prestigious universities.

Brook’s clique saw Andy as lacking any social value. He was a geeky senior who still rode the school bus. She never knew his name, but because of his weight, they called him “Polar Bear.”

So, when the announcement came over the intercom, that one of the school’s brightest students, Andy Lehman, had taken his own life, Brooke registered no emotion. After a tear-streaked classmate sobbed “It’s Polar Bear,” the tragedy sucked all oxygen from the room.

Brooke sat frozen at her desk, staring vacantly. A tingling feeling of shame raced up her spine. She felt ultimately responsible for Andy’s death.

After a fitful night’s sleep, Brooke woke knowing it was time. She needed to pay respects to the man who’d lost his only son and take responsibility for her part in his death.

After breakfast, Brooke drove to the Lehman’s home. With no prepared apology for a grieving father, she didn’t know what to expect.

She told the story that had nauseated her since Andy’s suicide. Three hours later, Brooke knew Andy much better. They’d both suffered from depression and had considered suicide. The combination of their bullying and his anxiety ultimately led to his death.

The encounter took days to sink in. The man welcomed her into their home and appreciated her sharing a broader piece of his son’s struggles. He showed no anger - only love.

After graduation, Brooke joined Andy’s Dad at the Suicide Prevention Education Alliance, as a certified speaker throughout the Cleveland area. She delivers a clear, genuine message.

“Our words matter. They often hurt more than physical pain. I knew nothing about Andy and had neither the courtesy to care nor the courage to stop taunting him. I’ll live with that burden for the rest of my life. Andy became a part of me when he died, forever engraved on my heart. His legacy lives on through me, as I seek to prevent teen suicide.”

Father of Mercy, hear our prayer for friends who struggle with various forms of depression - from mild melancholy to the relentless pangs of suicidal depression. Teach us how to love in complex and dark places. Amen

Slapstick On Ice

“God said, let the waters teem with life and let birds soar above the earth.” ~ Genesis 1:20

At a little over three feet tall, penguins are slapstick on ice. If you’ve ever seen them in their natural habitat, it’s impossible not to smile. They conjure up an idea of what Buster Keaton, the King of Pratfall, must have looked like. These tuxedo-like birds charm all age groups.

Their familiar waddle, so genuine, so determined, so exaggerated. Then one will slip on the ice, and tip face-first onto the snow. Or one suddenly slaps another with its “wing” and breaks into a shrieking chase.

It makes one wonder about God’s poor design. Their wings are too heavy and small, they can’t fly. Without knees, they can’t bend over. What was God thinking?

Further study shows that His plan was spot on.

Penguins are ten times more aerodynamic than a Porsche Taycan! While they lost the ability to fly millions of years ago, their sleek bodies help make them exceptional swimmers.

When swimming, penguins will leap above the ocean’s surface in an exercise known as porpoising. Tiny air bubbles form on their plumage to reduce friction, allowing them to swim as fast as 20mph.

Penguins catch all their food from the sea. Their superior eyesight enables them to spot prey even in cloudy, dark, or murky water. However, the penguins’ most efficient underwater advantage is a form of underwater flying, using their unique and powerful wings.

Its snappy two-toned coloring (light belly and dark back) is called countershading. Its color pattern blends in with the ocean floor when viewed from above and the sky when viewed from below.

Penguins live in one of the most inhospitable climates on earth with temperatures routinely -70°F. For six long months, the land is cloaked in darkness.

And yet, emperor penguins have learned to thrive there. To combat the lethal cold, they huddle tightly together by the thousands to share body warmth and wind resistance. The unique structure of their layered feathers provides good insulation, waterproofing, and thermoregulation.

God’s perfect plan for the survival of animals can also teach us a few things about human survival.

Tired, worried, and burdened, we’re living through a dark time: the threat of global war, the polarity of our political parties, and a planet careening toward disaster. Penguins are one of the best antidotes for defeat and near despair.

For one thing, it’s almost impossible to feel miserable in the company of penguins. They are invaluable as diversion and consolation. They will almost certainly make you laugh.

Mostly though, God always has a plan when He brings new life amid the harshest conditions. He’s right there every moment with perfect timing. We will thrive, even in the toughest situations, if we stay huddled under God’s safe covering.

Almighty and merciful God, help me to trust in Your divine timing. Let me find peace in the unknown and joy in the journey. Remind me that You are making everything beautiful in its time, even when I can't see it. Amen

The Minor Things

 “Remind me each morning of Your constant love, for I put my trust in You." ~ Psalm 143:8

The day began with a subtle, graceful ease. Monique packed up her three children, all under six, and headed for the park. It was a spectacular fall day, with perfect weather and changing leaves she didn’t want them to miss. Who knew what Mother Nature had planned for the coming weeks?

There were the browns that formed a comforting quilt for the earth, yet the rest were the brilliant colors of firework sparks and exuberant revelry. It was as if nature was calling towering blossoms of foliage to dance into the skies before tumbling gently like giant confetti.

She’d been nervously waiting and praying for big news about the results of a recent biopsy. Arguably, the worst part about waiting for lab results was having no control over her life’s future.

From the moment she knew something was off, she’d felt a crippling sense of dread and jumped to the worst-case scenario – schedule an oncology appointment, discuss the grueling treatment plan, and pray for courage and strength. Monique couldn’t concentrate on anything else. She wished you could just hit fast-forward.

Suddenly, her phone buzzed. She received a text message from the doctor’s office. “Monique, your biopsy is negative for breast cancer.” She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry… so she did both.

Monique gazed at her three smiling little faces and felt God’s presence as clearly as the children she’d gathered around her. While she didn’t know everything God had been doing during those anxious few days, she felt that He’d drawn her closer to Him. The young mother praised Him for His goodness, care, and protection.

“But let me backtrack for a second,” she thought.

What about the fabulous weather and the great time she was having today? Did she remember to thank God for those small things? He was working on those moments, actions, and people too.

God may be a miracle worker, revealer of mysteries, rescuer, deliverer, and mighty God. But he’s also the God of peaceful afternoons, of subtle beauty, of quiet moments, and of warm hugs. He’s working on all things, not just the big, monumental ones.

He has a history of using small things to accomplish big things and change lives. Mustard seeds that can move mountains; five loaves and two fish that fed thousands. God can bring change and transform the lives of those who put their faith and trust in Him, committing themselves to live in the power of the Holy Spirit. No one and nothing is too small for God to use.

But do we recognize the countless minor miracles God surrounds us with every day? He cared about the small details thousands of years ago and still cares about them now.

Almighty Father, thank You for the gift of Your perfect love and faithfulness. The next time I face circumstances that don’t feel good, help me remember Your goodness and find comfort in Your plans. In Jesus’ name, Amen

Gratifying Redemption

“You’ve been through faith, not your own doing, but by God’s grace." ~ Ephesians 2:8

The guilt still haunted him. He’d easily forgiven himself for other selfish, foolish decisions, but for some reason, he couldn’t forget the ethics exam nearly two decades ago.

As the corporate VP of Talent Development, Bryson found it increasingly hypocritical to speak of the importance of business integrity given his youthful indiscretion. Today he’d make amends.

Standing before a dated nameplate, dim light from under the door suggested his old professor might still be employed. Byson tapped gently and a voice inside called, “Come in.”

Dr. Velma Lewis’ silver-streaked hair left no doubt that she was a serious philosopher. She’d earned a reputation as a brilliant, yet selectively approachable professor.

“I have a confession to unburden today,” he began. “In your Business Ethics class eighteen years ago, I cheated on the final exam. I paid someone for the correct answers,” he mumbled, relieved and exhausted after his admission.

The septuagenarian furrowed her brow as the nervous executive waited for a response. This scene had played out before her dozens of times before, each penitent seeking a pardon to erase whatever emotional burden they carried.

Unfortunately for him, Bryson had caught her in one of her feistier moods.

“As I recalled Mr. Pfeifer, that was a large class,” she said staring quizzically over her bifocals. “That means you gained an unfair advantage over a hundred or so classmates. Can I assume you came here to make things right?”

He nodded, still wondering how she remembered him at all.

“I think the best solution would be to help 100 other students with their education. Provide them with an advantage to make up for the advantage you stole,” the shrewd educator offered.

“Now if there’s nothing else, I have a lecture,” she said abruptly. Then added, “Remember, actions speak louder than words.”

For weeks, he tried suppressing Lewis’ ridiculous assignment. But when his guilt couldn’t be extinguished, he swallowed his pride and decided to meet with the high school principal in one of the city’s poorest neighborhoods.

“How can I help, what are your biggest problems?” he asked. “I want to make a difference.”

The principal’s tired eyes narrowed on a printed list taped to the wall near her desk. “Those are the kids who keep me up at night - the dropouts. If you want to make a difference, get those kids back. If they don’t graduate high school, their lives will turn out a mess.”

Five years and one hundred successes later, Bryson presented Dr. Lewis with a large folder. It contained 100 pictures and a story about each student who dropped out of school and then returned and graduated.

“It’s okay,” he grinned. “You don’t have to say anything. Reactions speak louder than words too. Funny how that works.”

Heavenly Father, help me make amends for those I’ve hurt in my foolish and sinful past. Help me to love and grace those I’ve harmed as You have done for me. Help me live humbly, honestly, and tenderly with others. Amen

Old School

 “Honor God, love others, respect those given authority." ~ 1 Peter 2:17

Laurie was on her best behavior the week before the dance, not wanting to give her Dad any reason to change his mind. But when the night of the long-awaited event arrived, it finally sunk in that her father would not go back on his word.

He even approved of her high neck, vermillion-colored, midi dress that accented her long blond curls. But, as he’d done with both brothers, she didn’t leave the house without some advice.

“If a boy asks you to dance and you decline, then don't dance for the rest of the night.” He went on to explain that it was ok to refuse a request from a boy who was a thug or was known for “using” a girl sexually. But you should never reject a dance request from a boy just because he isn't your handsome ideal, only to dance with someone else later. That would be rude and hurt feelings.

Her brothers hadn’t escaped Dad’s old-school chivalry either. “Never cross the room to ask the prettiest girl to dance. It embarrasses the other girls. Choose the closest one. If she happens to be the most popular, then that’s your good luck. If not, treat her like the Belle of the Ball anyway.”

Dad’s Old School advice had nothing to do with his age. The term wasn’t derogatory. He still had many of the same beliefs and core values he’d been exposed to much earlier in his life. He simply savored traditions more than current trends.

While some things from days gone by are no longer practical or relevant, now Laurie has gained a profound appreciation for his traditional thinking while raising her own children.

She and Darin, her husband of 22 years, are teaching them to respect parents and anyone older or in positions of authority. Speak when spoken to. No cursing, swearing, or insulting others allowed.

They want their kids to understand the difference between crass nationalism (“my country right or wrong, better than everyone else”) and a love of country - celebrating its traditions and trying to make our country better, more inclusive.

Her Dad’s WWII generation certainly knew the importance of self-sacrifice. They’ve tried to instill an energetic, grateful work ethic, whether it’s mowing the lawn, completing homework, or helping others. They’re changing the “all about me, what’s in it for me, and how little can I get away with doing” mentality.

Sit up straight. Look someone in the eye. Stand tall. There’s far too much slacking today. Old-school behavior goals include proper table manners and more moderate (less) consumption of food.

Sounds a whole lot like traditional Judeo/Christian values, doesn’t it? While they haven’t totally disappeared, they certainly need to make a comeback.

Dear Lord, we have so often gone along with the ways of the world, without even noticing. Forgive us for our sins of commission and omission. Wake us up to Your transformative power. We desperately need Your help. Amen

Pure Gold

 “Rainbows are God’s reminder of His endless covenant with every living creature.”~ Genesis 9:16

As a child, I became enamored by magical and mystical stories, always hoping they were true. For example, rainbows were God's painted graffiti, random perfection against gloomy skies. After a storm, I’d race my bike towards that seven-colored arch, hoping to find the end with the pot of gold; imagining what I could do with that newfound wealth.

I returned home disappointed every time.

Later I learned that a rainbow is an “optical illusion” only appearing when viewed from the right angle relative to its light source. Its nearly one million colors are impossible to differentiate with the human eye. Instead, we can only see Isaac Newton’s seven hues: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet.

Several weeks ago, a fierce storm passed through, leaving a light, misting rain in its wake. A translucent arc dripping with pigments appeared, hovering gracefully against a vibrant blue palette. Indescribable beauty.

I gazed quizzically out the window. Its artistic banner stretched as open hands reaching into our backyard; a celestial bridge woven with threads of radiant light and dreamlike hues.

I hurried outside. Its magic still lived in my heart.

I’d be lying to you if I denied looking for that elusive pot at either end. But in my pointless search, a thought struck me like a thunderbolt. Rainbows have something better than material riches at the end. They represent the glory of God on Earth.

The rainbow gained popularity in recent years as certain ideological groups adopted it as their official logo. However, God already assigned meaning to this celestial stunner.

The very first mention of a “rainbow” in Western literature can be found in the Bible when God spoke to Noah after the great flood. In Genesis 9, He vowed to restrain His wrath, which must have provided needed reassurance to Noah and his family. It reminded them of His love and care for them, even during the most devastating of times.

The real lesson from the rainbow in my front yard made God’s promise real. Centuries later, we know that rainbows are still a sign of that ancient covenant. Those ethereal arches are meant to remind us of God’s grace, love, and forgiveness – believers and non-believers alike.

The brightest rainbows appear after the darkest storms. When we face a troubling challenge and think everything is upside down, He paints a joy-filled rainbow for us, just like He guided Noah and kept him safe through all the uncertainty on their voyage. We can turn to Him when we’re sad, frightened, or just not sure what to do.

Like the promise He made to Noah, He makes a rainbow promise to us in Jesus – that He will always forgive our sins and love us no matter what.

Father God, thank you for the vast array of promises we read in the Holy Scriptures. Your promises are inspirational, Your faithfulness unmatched. Thank you for the ways you care for us and remind us to stand on Your (and our own) promises. Amen

Finding Nimo

 “Always be joyful. Be thankful in all circumstances." ~ 1 Thessalonians 5:16, 18

Fame and fortune blessed this artist in his early twenties.

Born in Los Angeles, his passion for music began in high school where he started casually writing and performing his own music. He’s seldom recognized for his prestigious college degree from the Wharton Business School or his successful career at a highly competitive Wall Street firm. His rise to stardom came as a rebellious twenty-something who left NYC’s financial district to pursue his real passion – music.

Along with a few college friends, Nimesh Patel (Nimo), started a band called Karmacy. Together they pioneered a tri-lingual form of rap music. Much to their surprise, their combination of hip-hop and soulful lyrics struck a deep chord and their popularity soared rapidly. But his story wouldn’t be complete if it ended there.

During the next ten years, Nimo’s journey would take a series of unexpected twists, forcing him to reexamine his goals. Despite his full-throttle lifestyle and millions of adoring MTV fans worldwide, he found himself gravely unsatisfied.

Seeking answers to life’s most important question, Nimo walked away from it all – his fame, fortune, even his music. On a quest for deeper truths, he sought the counsel of saintly teachers, meditated in the Himalayas, and drastically simplified his life, his diet, and his mindset.

Instead of the next big idea, he focused on doing small acts of service, volunteering with children in the slums of Ahmedabad, India. Mahatma Gandhi had spent 13 years of his life there also, spreading the gospel of truth, love, and non-violence.

He began to understand what it meant to align his head, hands, and heart. “Those kids possessed a richness that far outstripped material wealth,” he said.

Eventually, Nimo embraced his musical gifts again. The work was the same, but he had changed.

He started “Empty Hands Music,” a 501c3, to extend kindness and encourage gratitude throughout the world through “selfless service, music and love.” “We arrive on this planet empty-handed,” stated Nimo, “and we will all leave empty-handed, So then, how and in what spirit do we want to spend the time in between?”

Recently, he teamed up with an old pal, Daniel Nahmod, and brought together dozens of people from around the world to create a beautiful, soul-stirring music video called “Grateful.” View it here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sO2o98Zpzg8

“All that I am, All that I see, All that I’ve been, and all that I’ll ever be is a blessing. It’s so amazing and I’m grateful for it all.“ ~ Nimo Patel and Daniel Nahmod

Inspired by the 21-Day Gratitude Challenge, the song celebrates the human spirit and all of life’s blessings. For the three weeks, over 11,000 participants from 118 countries learned that gratitude is a habit cultivated consciously and a muscle built over time.

Lord, today I offer You a heart of thanksgiving and praise in all my daily experiences. Inspire me to be joyful in all circumstances, to pray continually, and to always give thanks to You. I’m grateful for it all. Amen

Take the Plunge

“When anxious, through prayer and thanksgiving, present your requests to God.” ~ Philippians 4:6

Adrenalin junkie would never be a phrase describing her. But after playful ribbing from her teens, she reluctantly agreed to try the towering water slide.

Climbing to the top of “Echo Falls,” Erin felt the rush of excitement that brought memories of much younger days on her school playground.

The sun shined brilliantly. August heat amplified screams of giddy laughter as the mother of three readied herself for the frightening descent into the aquamarine pool seven stories below.

She glanced down the severe descent, swallowed her fear, and took the plunge, accelerating downward at a frightening speed.

It wouldn’t have been so bad except… Erin couldn’t swim.

She anticipated safely dropping off the end of the slide into shallow water. Instead, she found herself breathless underwater, fighting a suffocating state of panic and fear.

She struggled to keep her head above the watery grave that waited to swallow her whole. Fighting desperately for her last gulp of air, Erin sucked in a mouthful of water instead and choked violently. Cold water filled her lungs; blood pounded behind her eyes. She desperately wanted to cry out for help but couldn’t breathe enough air. Once-flailing arms and legs quickly weakened.

“This is it. This is how my life is going to end!” she thought.

Through the muffled sound of the water, Erin heard a lifeguard’s screeching whistle. An arm appeared and heroically pulled her safely out of danger. Panting rapidly and coughing heavily, Erin thanked the lifeguard, who looked at her quizzically.

He then pointed to the inscription on the side of the pool that read ‘Depth 3 feet.’ “All you had to do was stand up,” he said with a sympathetic voice.

Isn’t that how life happens sometimes? It's like we’re drowning. We feel overwhelmed by too many responsibilities, major life changes, or overinflated expectations that can lead to many physical and mental symptoms.

I’m not sure what’s currently happening in your life, or what overwhelming situations you may face, but we will all face unexpected challenges and heartaches. But in the midst of it all, we have a God who, like that lifeguard, stands ready and willing to rescue us. Remember:

No matter how unqualified you feel for the tasks ahead, God equips us with all we need.

No matter how rapidly you’re gliding down life’s slippery slope, God will always bring hope.

No matter how overwhelmed your feelings, God will never let you drown.

So, take the plunge. Prayerfully and gratefully ask God for guidance and support. Put aside your pride and let God work His magic. We simply need to trust that He’s got this. The more that we let go and give Him control, the easier the challenging times will be.

Lord, even though I’m easily overcome by life’s challenges, I thank You for always being there for me. Remind me that by the power of Your Word, I’m well-equipped for the journey You’ve prepared me for. Amen

A Sweet Reminder

 “True friends honor each other above themselves." ~ Romans 12:10

It began under the most unusual circumstances, neighbors imprisoned by the pandemic and fearing isolation. Benjamin, an energetic two-year-old, and Mary, with decades of stories to tell, found each other just when they needed friendship the most.

Ben hadn’t any playmates to socialize with for more than half of his young life. At 99, Mary lived alone and completely autonomous. But her grand and great-grandchildren all lived out of state. They soon became friends at the fence that separated their homes.

Ben’s laughter radiated outward, like the ripples from a skipping stone. His exuberance gave Mary new life and reminded her of what it was like to be young again.

For her part, she offered the little boy cookies, a box full of used Tonka trucks, and the kind of warmth and attention only someone with a century of life could.

Their bond provides a sweet reminder of the simple pleasures of human connection.

During a period when the world felt so isolated, their friendship provided a beacon of trust and joy. Mary’s days got a bit brighter with Benjamin around, while he got a glimpse into a world of wisdom and patience that no school could teach.

Research has shown that the single most important determinant of well-being and longevity is social interaction.

It’s all about finding friendship in unexpected places and the magical moments that can happen right in our backyards. Their story should inspire all of us to look beyond differences or situations and perhaps discover a friend waiting on the other side.

Today, there are more of us older than sixty in the U.S. than under eighteen, raising legitimate concerns of a “gray wave” brought on by declining fertility rates and prolonged life expectancies. As this demographic shock unfolds, it spells increased healthcare costs, greater transportation and housing needs, and fewer young workers contributing to Social Security. Some fear a looming tension between kids and “canes.”

For those of us in the senior generation, we must accept that life is a journey with a beginning, a middle, and an end. Choosing how we want to be remembered and acting accordingly is really about the small life choices we make every day. We then have the chance to see past the fantasy of remaining young forever, foster some creative ideas, pass on what we’ve learned, and nurture hope in the teenage and younger generations.

Whatever you choose, do so with fervor and love. Seeding, tending, and leaving our best to future generations is our human responsibility. Our task isn’t to try to be young but to be there for those who are. Embracing this may be the only way we can survive as an older-than-younger society and bring happiness and fulfillment to all.

Lord, grant us the wisdom, strength, and understanding to faithfully mentor young people by our actions and example. Help us guide our youth in making the right decisions and in understanding Your will for their lives. Amen

Notes To My Younger Self

 “Don't worry, stay healthy. Adolescence goes by so quickly.” ~ Ecclesiastes 11:10

Dear younger me:

As write this letter to 10-year-old me, I’m flooded with memories of our past and the adventures that led us here. If allowed to throw out a couple of the lousy ones and keep the best ones, you will do just fine over the next several decades.

Every step you’ll take, and every experience you’ll have, will shape the person you will eventually become. So, listen closely to the words I’m sharing from the future.

Resist the urge to grow up too fast. Be patient, God has much planned for you. Enjoy this time in your life because youth and vitality don’t last forever.

You are unique. Embrace your individuality, your quirks, and your passions; each will make your journey extraordinary. Don’t let others define you. Remember that you’re awesome in God’s eyes and nothing you achieve or bomb in life will change His love for you.

It's perfectly natural to feel unsure and doubt yourself. Life is a series of discoveries; each challenge you face presents a chance to learn and mature. Don’t hide your pain or isolate yourself. Use your story to help others feel less alone in theirs. Know that asking for help and guidance reflects strength, not weakness.

When you stumble or encounter setbacks, give yourself grace. Never let failures define you. Pick yourself up, push forward, and treat yourself with the compassion you’d offer a friend suffering tough times. You’re stronger, braver, and more resilient than you can imagine.

Believe in yourself. Trust your instincts. Embrace the trials and savor the moments of pure bliss. Keep your heart open and your mind curious. Always stay true to your values.

Friends will come and go; some last a lifetime, others leave inedible marks in a mere flash. Cherish all the connections you make and the family you’re born into. Tell them how much you love them as often as you can.

Be grateful for the abundance of blessings surrounding you. If you search prayerfully, you’ll find them everywhere. Never stop believing that you can change this world. By setting a Christ-like example, you will make a difference in the lives of many.

Take life seriously, but don’t let that dwarf the simple moments of joy and laughter. Have fun: dance like nobody’s watching, sing like no one’s listening, and explore the world with childlike curiosity.

I wish I could take your hand and guide you through the journey ahead. But that’s God’s job and He has great plans for you. Every step you take, every choice you make, will lead you to where I am now. And though the path isn’t always easy, it’s shaping you into someone I’m already proud of.

Love always, your much older you.

Open the warmth of my heart, Lord. Teach me to be Your disciple and a humble example for the lost people in my daily walks. Give me boldness and clarity as I speak of Your love and mighty works in my conversations and writings. Amen

Faithfulness

 “God’s loving compassion renews every morning." ~ Lamentations 3:22-23

Thomas Chisholm was born in a Kentucky log cabin in 1866. Amid the turbulent post-Civil War times, people relied heavily on their spirituality for survival.

He received his education in a one-room schoolhouse, and at age 16 started teaching at the same school. He became a Christian at age 27, and with no college or seminary training, he became a pastor nine years later where he developed a knack for writing poetry.

There in 1903, he married Catherine, the love of his life and they started a family. It seemed his life was going according to God’s plan.

Frail health proved otherwise. After six years of deteriorating fragility that often left him bedridden, he left the ministry and spent the rest of his life selling life insurance in New Jersey. Thomas found great comfort in the Scriptures and the fact that God faithfully carried him in times of illness, weakness, and financial stress.

He said about his meager and difficult life, “God has given me many wonderful displays of His love which fill me with astonishing gratefulness.” Thomas could now spend more time writing poetry and with his family. His routine job allowed them to stay (barely) ahead of the bills.

Despite health and financial struggles, Thomas’s positive outlook never faltered. In 1923, he even wrote his most famous poem:

“Morning by morning new mercies I see; All I have needed Thy hand hath provided - great is Thy faithfulness, Lord, unto me."

He sent the poem to a fellow pastor, William Runyan, a musician and editor of Hope Publishing Company. Runyan loved the poem and prayed that God would reveal a tune worthy of the lyrics.

When he found a suitable tune, “Great Is Thy Faithfulness” as a hymn was born in 1923. But it didn’t become popular until a certain preacher heard it and began using it in his evangelistic crusades in 1945. What began as a simple poem from a humble salesperson suddenly reached Billy Graham’s audiences worldwide and has continued to do so ever since.

Until his retirement, Chisholm remained working in his New Jersey office. He continued to express his love for God until his death at age 94, writing nearly 1,200 poems throughout his life, taking most of his ideas directly from God's Word.

Thomas Chisholm was not out to win the world or make a splash. He didn’t go to college, failed to finish his preaching ministry due to illness, and worked an ordinary job as an insurance agent. “Great Is Thy Faithfulness,” a testament to God’s unchanging and compassionate nature, was written by a man who suffered prolonged trials in life yet chose to see God’s faithfulness through it all. This hymn continues to inspire and bless those who sing it.

God our Father, “Pardon for sin and a peace that endureth; Thine own dear presence to cheer and to guide. Strength for today and bright hope for tomorrow; blessings all mine with 10,000 beside.” Great is Your faithfulness. Amen