
Welcome to another beautiful day in the neighborhood. It’s beautiful because you’re my neighbor and you’re part of it.
On this Memorial Day it is good to not only remember those who died in service but all those who touched our lives. I remember hearing about my dad’s youngest brother. He was killed in WWII; I remember my mom & dad and my wife Barb and all they gave me and did for me. What will people remember about me? What will people remember about you?
Over the phone, his mother told him, “Mr. Belser died last night. The funeral is Wednesday.” Memories flashed through his mind like an old newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days.
“Jack, did you hear me?”
“Oh, sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It’s been so long since I thought of him. I’m sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago,” Jack said..
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People must meet people
It’s beautiful because you’re my neighbor and your part of it. I got something in my email a few years ago that I saved, because it said so much to me, I may have shared it with you before, but I want to share it again with you. It’s perfect for this time, because it reveals to us just how easy it is to love, just how easy it is to be an individual savior in a world that’s begging to be saved, person by person, moment by moment. It’s another case where adults can learn from children.