Opinion

A couple of years ago, we drove east until the modest, stubby mesquite trees of west Texas gave way to the majestic, fragrant pines that hide the horizon and cover the eastern part of the state with lush greenery. We were home. Well, one of our homes. It was the first church that took a chance on a starving artist, turned attorney, turned pastor. This is where we remembered that life is fun, where our sweet church taught us what it looks like to be selfless, to be generous, to be patient. These people took us in and loved us well when we moved here ten years before. And now, five years removed from these precious friends, we drove there again to honor the life of a dear church member who had encouraged us many times through the years.

It’s that time of year again that I always look forward to. Fishing season - for me anyways. Not that there is a fishing season like there is a deer season. For me, Fishing season is always when the weather goes from winter to spring and before summer gets too hot.

I read about the massive container ship stuck in the Suez Canal a couple of weeks ago. This single ship clogged a vital waterway that halted productivity for various suppliers. This one ship was not only responsible for increasing delays already caused by the Coronavirus pandemic but also for a billion-dollar loss—just one ship.