Life & Style

A while back my granddaughter had a difficult surgery, with a long term for full recovery. She had a bright outlook, and handled life with grace. One day I saw her FB post that impressed me as we all face life as it comes.

I’m a Texas American. I speak English like I was taught and have a Texas “twang.” I know this because in one of my past jobs, I answered the phone and determined who the caller was and if they needed to be transferred, or if I just needed to take a message with a number.

For a man who never darkened the doors of a church building, I have never met anyone more biblically moral. Certainly, no theologian and often frustrated by the men of organized religion, he retreated from the business dealings and social dwellings of commingling among them. There is irony in his story. Bitterness at the church, perhaps, but God-honoring in the way he lived. High strung, yet easy going. Eccentric, yet well respected. Long suffering, yet charitable… in private. I learned much from him, but he always told me, “If you are able, give what you have if they need it, but do it quietly.”