Identifying with Jesus

This Christmas and the year 2012 has certainly been an interesting time. It is very normal to write that we now see the end of the year is here. After Christmas New Years is the next big moment, but this year has been filled with lots of deadlines, cliffs and the prediction of the end of all things. 12- 21-12 was predicted to be the “End of the World”, at least according to followers of the Mayan Calendar. I have not taken any type of survey, but I am predicting some no doubt wished the world had ended. There were others who planned celebrations for this moment in time. I didn’t attend any such events but I am tempted to buy a t-shirt promoting that I survived the moment. 2012 has had financial woes and the most recent approaching financial cliff has been left in the hands of the democrats and republicans. I feel safe to make a prediction on this one for sure. No solution, but the political powers in-charge will want us to feel that they have really accomplished something no matter what. There is only one answer for financially difficult times. Live within your means and you cannot buy what you do not have the money to purchase. Excuse me, I meant to write that we the people must live within our means but that rule of thought doesn’t apply to the government. They are spending our money and not theirs so the common sense rules do not apply. Nevertheless, 2012 has been a very interesting time. During the Presidential Election we heard that if President Obama was re-elected that the world was going to experience even more difficultly and conservative media predicted a collapse of nearly everything because of the election results. This year has been a roller coaster of emotions, outburst, name calling and I guess the one thing for certain is that if Monday, 31-January arrives it will be the last day of 2012. The question we should be asking ourselves today is what will be different in 2013? I believe Christmas represents the best of change, new direction and new opportunities. The Wise Men in the Christmas Story of the Birth of Jesus didn’t return from where they had come from, instead they went in another direction. Meeting Jesus in that manger was a life changing moment for them. For me personally, I met Jesus through many experiences in my life prior to asking Him to come into my heart. When I took that action, I too began a journey in a different direction just like the Wise Men did in that day. 2012 is a perfect year for change and with just a few days remaining I cannot think of a better way to enter the year 2013 then with the assurance that when the world does comes to an end you will be safe and secure in His hands. If you are wondering if there is any identity that can be made between you and Jesus in 2012 I think that answer is clearly yes. In what many folks are calling difficult times I think the opportunity to connect with Jesus is even more possible because of what Jesus experienced. The words to Sweet Little Jesus Boy remain powerful and impacting today. He was born in a manger, but he deserved better than that. The world didn’t know who he was. No recognition for the Lord who had come to save us. He wasn’t seen as the person who had come to take our sins away, yet that was exactly what he came to do. Misunderstood, the world’s eyes were blind to see Him for who he was. Sadly today many are still missing the signs of who He is now. The old Negro Spiritual was sung in a first person audience. It was simple, sincere and an intimate expression of feeling. The song says, “The world treat you mean Lord, treat me mean too but that’s how things is down here”. I think there are plenty of opportunities for us to identify with Jesus Christ given what he experienced in life. Until then

My First Christmas In Heaven

Christmas is a time of that year that brings solemn thoughts as individuals reflect upon this Christmas, their First Christmas, without a loved one. I first published this poem in 1998 as it was used to minister to me in the loss of my grandfather. Each year at this time of the year I publish it again in my column with the prayer that this poem gives each of us hope through faith in Jesus Christ. There is nothing that will replace the loss of a loved one, but the comfort of their presence in Heaven with Jesus does provide me with peace, especially at Christmas. My First Christmas in Heaven I see the countless Christmas Trees around the world below With tiny lights, like Heaven’s stars, reflecting on the snow. The sight is so spectacular; please wipe away the tear For I am spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year. I hear the many Christmas songs that people hold so dear But the sounds of music can’t compare with the Christmas choir up here. I have no words to tell you, the joy their voices bring, For it is beyond description to hear the angels sing. I know how much you miss me, I see the pain inside your heart But I am not so far away, we really aren’t apart. So be happy for me, dear ones, you know I hold you dear And be glad I’m spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year. I sent you each a special gift, from my heavenly home above. I sent you each a memory of my undying love. After all, love is a gift more precious than pure gold. It was always most important in the stories Jesus told. Please love and keep each other, as my Father said to do. For I can’t count the blessing or love He has for each of you. So have a Merry Christmas and wipe away that tear. Remember, I am spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year. Until then

Hark the Hearld Angels Sing

Halloween, Thanksgiving and Christmas all have one thing in common. It is a retail event for all three of these moments in our yearly calendars. Some stores actually have Christmas items on the shelves by Halloween. Thanksgiving when I was growing up was all about pilgrims and Indians. My childhood memories are about the story of Plymouth Rock, the Mayflower and about how those searching for the new world met those who were already in this land we know as America. Today I believe the number one symbol of Thanksgiving is the turkey. You don’t see any retain stores advertising anything about the history of thanksgiving but you might see some Indian corn if you visit a farmers market. The meanings of the various holidays we celebrate in our nation seem to be slipping away and Christmas too is losing her meaning with each new emphasis on sales and retail promotions. If you want to have a new perspective on our American Holidays go to another country that doesn’t celebrate our Thanksgiving. In Haiti for example the only people who even know about Thanksgiving are America Missionaries who are there serving. The cost of a turkey in Haiti ranges between $70-$100 dollars. Meat itself is something special, but in American we have meat everyday sometimes two or three times a day, so we have no connection with the way parts of the rest of the world lives daily. If you listen to the political leadership of both parties in Washington, D.C. today there appears to be no acknowledgement of the blessings we live under. All America politicians want to do today is blame everyone, anyone else for a mess, point fingers and degrade others with insulting words, instead of working together, offering assistance, being someone that could be described as helpful. We as a nation have lost our sense of where we came from as a people, what made us great in forming this perfect union, and that responsibility we have in citizenship. In my travels to the country of Brazil one of the things that struck me in an observing way is that everyone in Brazil was Brazilians. Color didn’t matter, and in Brazil there are many combinations of color. I pray for the day in American that all Americans will share in genuine love for our country and see all of our citizens as a part of our great nation. Cooperating, being friendly, and seeing the best in others without focusing on the negative, finding common ground are all still things I believe in. The Bible says that the three greatest things are faith, hope and love and love is the greatest. As a Christian I still believe in these things too even if the rest of the world seems to have other priorities. Christmas offers not just Americans but the world an opportunity to look into the sky and see the Star of Bethlehem again. During that time there was a massive taxation underway, the world had her problems and the unknown couple-Mary & Joseph had their own personal problems and issues they were trying to resolve and address. An experience that was very complicated for them to explain to their family and friends, a pregnancy surrounded by questions and not in a positive way either. The first Christmas of faith, hope and love that happened in the City of Bethlehem 2000 years ago is available in the year 2012 too. While the world is in confusion, frustration and disappointment individual peace can still be found. “Light and life to all He brings, Born that man no more may die, Born to raise the sons of earth, born to give them second birth. Hark! the herald angels sing. Until then

The First Nowell

The music of Christmas and especially the ringing of bells help to bring a rush of images and memories of the Christmas Holiday Season. Mine include a vivid memory of the first Christmas tree I can ever remember. My family history is filled with stories from Stinking Creek, in Knox County, Ky. There is something special about the place that we each call home. I have also discovered that the moments and memories of that place have a unique way of filling our lives even with the passing of time. I was at my grandparents’ home on Acorn Fork and I was so disappointed that they didn’t have a Christmas Tree. I was named after my dad’s father and being his name sake carried privileges that my other cousins could not claim. One benefit was being able to ask my grandfather for a tree to decorate and he didn’t disappoint me. We loaded up in the truck and drove up the road into the mountain and we picked a tree to decorate. I have so often thought of my tree picking skills and for the record I have never had a live tree since the one me and grandpa pick that Christmas. It did have green pine needles and I liked it so it was cut down, loaded up and back to the house we went. When we brought it in the house I remember well my grandmother saying, “Hobert what kind of tree is that”? My grandfather said “that’s the one that Timmy wanted”…and the rest is history. My grandmother and I created strings of popcorn and I made a paper chain hooked together that we hung on the tree. It was perfect for me, but today I know that tree lacked a lot compared to the Christmas Trees one can purchase today. The good news is that back then isn’t today, and I only wish I could sit next to the coal stove with my grandparents once more. The account of the First Nowell at the birth of Jesus provides an opportunity for each of us to look back at another time and place in history too. The Angel said that the First Nowell was to certain poor shepherds in fields as they lay keeping watch over their sheep. The Angel said that particular night was a cold winter’s night that was so deep. If you grew up in a city you expect to see lights from the streets poles, apartments, homes and businesses. I imagine that First Nowell night as one out in the country. Standing on the porch of my grandparent’s home the only light you would outside is the light from the well house or the pump house as some might say. A light there was very important. Its purpose was to help keep things from freezing through a cold winter’s night. If it did freeze then sometimes banging on the pipe might help break up the ice that had frozen in the lines. The First Nowell of Christmas was the light shining in the east that was beyond them far, and it was going to continue to shine both day and night. And it was by that light that wise men came from a country far too, as they sought to seek for a king. The wise men had committed to follow the star wherever it went. The traditional English carol The First Nowell concludes with “let us all with one accord, sing praises to our heavenly Lord. Who hath make heaven and earth of naught and with His blood mankind hath bought”. Christmas offers to me and you the most unique of opportunities. It is a chance for each of us to to connect with our personal family history. I believe the number one reason people like to go home for Christmas is to remember things that use to be. A chance to recount the stories of ‘our people’ filled with laughter and memories that are cherished and enjoyed each time we share them. Christmas is also an opportunity to look into the future from history. Luke chapter 2, verse 11 says “A Savior has been born to you; He is Christ the Lord.” Family, history and faith are important to me. It could be that all of this means nothing to you. I hope not, and I pray you see the Star this year and begin a new history. Until then

A Second Time Around - Good Learning

You may have never used the phrase “second time around” but I am betting you have heard the expression before. We all like second chances to get something right or to correct the record. I have no clue who started the phrase, but it makes a lot of sense to me. Most of us do not like to admit when we know we need a second chance around, but if we could find it within ourselves to be honest, one could make a list of occurrences I would think. In 2010 gospel artist and song writer Shannon Bunch and his wife Melissa, participated in the St. Jude’s Country Music Marathon in Nashville, Tennessee. Now here is the truth. Sometimes when folks accomplish something we who are standing by just don’t want to give them much credit for the accomplishment. We normally attempt to explain it away as if anyone could do it. Or, that it was nothing. In my friendship with Shannon Bunch, which has been in place for over 30 years, I do give him a hard way to go from time to time. It is a part of our friendship that we both enjoy. For me, I thought if Shannon could do it, I could. Little did I know of all the walking he was doing to be successful and me?...I was going to walk around and be just fine, I thought. On the weekend of my first marathon event in 2011, my support team consisted of Joshua Howard, Whitney Gooch and James Stephen Brown. Joshua, Whitney and Stephen were all a part of “Team Timmy” but my performance was a struggle. I did good the first 3 or 4 miles, no problems, but then I notice my hands were swelling, and by mile 6 my feet were hurting but I kept telling myself, this is normal you are fine. Of course, by the time mile 8 arrived my feet were on fire, and yes, I mean every sense of the word except actual flames. I thought about giving up and would have but being out on a 13.1 mile walk and stopping would mean they would have to come looking for me and I opted to just press on. I didn’t know it but they were waiting for me at mile 12 and were going to walk with me the rest of the way. The other truth to this story is that I don’t even remember what we talked about or any question they asked me. I was in too much pain to hear anything and with my arms and hips joining my feet and hands in swelling and pain, I just wanted my big idea of saying I could do this if Shannon could, to come to an end. I learned a great lesson at my expense and one I plan on not repeating ever again. This year I decided that I would join Melissa in her return to the Country Music Marathon and I would participate with her, but I was going to do some things differently this time. In January, I sought out the help of Jeff Musgrave, originally from Barbourville/Knox County, who is a physical therapist with Cardinal Hill Hospital in Lexington. Jeff is a marathon hero of mine. He ran the Kentucky Derby Marathon a few years back and while I didn’t understand the commitment he too had made to accomplish his goal I had admired him knowing that 26.1 is a long way to travel on foot. Jeff brought together a plan and a training schedule for me as I prepared for my “second time around”. He would coach me every day by text message, email and phone calls and he even surprised me by traveling to coach in person this past Saturday, April 28th. I reached certain miles stones for the race. The 5K mark (3.1) I reached in 00:48:34. This was a 10 minute improvement and the 10 mile marked I made in 2:45:37. These times are record pacing for my legs and as I reached mile post 11 and 12 I could not wait to see the sign that said 13. Having never ran the Nashville Marathon before I didn’t know that the last leg of the journey was downhill on a bridge and a right turn directly into L.P. Field where the Titans play. Of course I was excited because downhill was the only way I could travel as I reached the finished line. Joshua & Whitney there again to cheer me on and the results were totally different. Not sure what you need a “second time around” on, but I needed one on this type of event. Running has never been a past time of mine or even an interest. I have pushed myself to success in many things over the course of my life’s journey and I’ve done so learning about me everytime. The Bible says that if you “Don’t grow weary of doing good, in due season you will reap if you faint not”. Galatians 6:9. Whatever it is you need to go for again, do it. You will like the results. Until then

Blessings & Benefits - Thanks-giving Continues

Patriotic music and especially the song “God Bless America” makes me always things of Thanksgiving. In the midst of this series of columns about “Thanks-givings” I am very thankful for our Country and I have no lack of confidence in Jesus Christ and his blessings. The 103 Psalm says that we should bless the Lord and scripture reminds us to not forget his benefits. As you celebrate Thanksgiving 2012 this might be the best time ever to consider all the benefits Jesus offers to you. Today in America one of the big discussions that will provide plenty of emotion is this topic of benefits. One could argue that the foremost question of benefits would be health insurance. When I consider the benefits of the 103 Psalm I am thinking health benefits for sure. Here on earth I’ve got life insurance that I have personally owned since I was 21 years of age. I remember buying my first life insurance policy and thinking my parents are sure going to be happy when I die! What I didn’t quite understand 27 years ago was just how little $25K or $50K means today. I pretty sure most individuals will be thinking some money is better than no money, especially if it is a gift and totally unexpected. As for my parents, I guess I’ve just revealed for the first time publically, if I die before them, they can expect a lump sum payment. I don’t anticipate they will be celebrating my death as if they won the lottery, but maybe after a few weeks have passed dad and mom will announce with cash in hand I was a pretty good son after all! Of course I am kidding and I know my parents do not look at life that way. Because of personal deaths in our family we have had the experience of learning how to celebrate and honor loved ones who have passed unexpectedly and those cherished through the years. One of the benefits of Jesus Christ is a life insurance and there is also an earthly payout too. It is the best of both worlds and I personally and the beneficiary in the policy in both locations with big advantages. Consider for instance that I personally have paid the premium for my life insurance every month for years. When I asked Jesus Christ to come into my heart, he announced a black Friday special that is available every day, every hour. He had already paid it all for me. If you asked Jesus into your heart you would discover the same truth in your life too. Another fact to consider as a benefit with Jesus is that here on earth you will have the same benefit as I do now. A friend who walks beside you, will never leave your nor forsake you, someone that is willing to listen anytime and who always has a hand extended to help pull you, push you, or arms to carry you if necessary. When I think about benefits I am really struggling to say which benefit I like the best with Jesus. Life here on earth having a friend like him is such an unreal thing but the benefit of eternal life which is totally out of here is also unreal, but so real too! As we celebrate this Thanksgiving I am thankful to God for His blessings. I am thankful for his personally blessings and my benefits from a relationship with Him. I am thankful for His blessing to our nation as well. The biggest failure I see in people is their failure to count their blessings. If we miss counting the blessing I am rather confident that we will miss the benefits altogether. May this Thanksgivings be a different one for you personally and I pray you start counting today. Until then

Neyland Stadium 100% - Thanks-giving Continues

Continuing my celebration of “thanks-giving” columns I think it is important to note that we can celebrate the little things just as easily as the big time moments that occur in life. Big time events are often best remembered which events like marriages, anniversaries, the birth of children, purchasing of a home, a new job or even a promotion or a new relationship take place. In our quest to celebrate life we should be mindful not to eliminate the little things or what might be best phrased as the simply things in life. Things like a great conversation, a drive through the park looking at the fall leaves. Standing at an overlook on a parkway viewing the earth’s vast expanse could be a simply thing too. How about a ride on a four-wheeler along some mountain trail? Personally I love sitting on my front porch watching traffic go by. A part of my “thanks-giving” is enjoying life as it happens and as I experience it. This past weekend I made history, and I love history! The weekend was a combination of several elements that I am pretty sure may never be duplicated again. Here is a list of all the combinations: Memories of the Kentucky Wildcats playing football in Knoxville; A friend and BIG Alabama football fan; the year 1984; Neyland Stadium; this year 2012; Missouri; and the University of Tennessee Football Volunteers; These elements make up my simply “thanks-giving” that I confess I am still enjoying a week later. Everyone in Kentucky knows that the University of Kentucky doesn’t have a football team, or at least not a winning one. Everyone also knows that the University of Tennessee has a great winning tradition, until recently of course. For Kentucky fans the last fact is more than enough for a celebration. I have often joked that in Kentucky the citizens of the Commonwealth have a big celebration with each loss that UT experiences and this year even with Kentucky’s losses, with UT’s too, Kentucky fans are confident in a win come November 24th in Knoxville. Now for all you Volunteer fans in Kentucky, smile and have a little chuckle with me as I announce my history making moment, at your expense of course. In my life, I have only been to Neyland Stadium twice. The first visit was with my father in 1984. One of his company connections provided great tickets for the UK – UT football game that year. With the historical winning streak of this series belonging to UT, no doubt there were no thoughts about Kentucky winning that game, but in 1984 Kentucky did. I was one crazy Kentucky Wildcat fan and not one Tennessee fans was happy I was sitting in their section on that day. Now let us fast forward to 2012. With the Vols playing so poorly a friend of mine offered tickets to any UT game I wanted to go to. I didn’t want to upset him with his offer and I thought what the heck, I’ve not been there in years, why not go and just enjoy myself. And that I did. I watched a great football game between UT and Missouri. I’ve never witnessed 4 overtimes before but I have now. I had never seen Missouri play before and to add to the unique elements of the day, I was joined by my friend Devin Masoner, an avid Alabama football fan. The combinations of the day all added to the fun and simply enjoyment of life. My record in Neyland Stadium is now 100%. My visits there score UT with two losses and I’m giving myself all the credit of course. 28 years may seem like a long time for a simply “thanks-giving”, but I’ll take it and hearing the dismay in that stadium on that day may very well last me another 28 years. Tennessee losing 51-48 was something else indeed. By the way, I haven’t forgotten the spiritual connection in this column. My “thanks-giving” is very simple. “God is good”….via Missouri! Until then

Storms of Strength and Thanks

The wind of Friday, March 2, 2012 has blown itself into the history of we the people. For those directly impacted there is no way to express the experience of being hunkered down trying to survive the tornado that touched down destroying everything within her path. Some areas experienced hail the size of golf balls that beat the yards in such a way that it looks like the ground had been aerated. The sides of homes look as if someone had opened up a machine gun and riddled the walls. Shingles removed leaving big patches on roofs were the fortunate individuals and families. Surviving with some damage compared to those who uncovered themselves to see nothing left creates a different emotion that can leave you speechless and in shock. Property damage is in the millions, some homes will never be rebuilt, and the wind will always bring fear for some as long as they live because of just a few seconds of time. It is the loss of life that brings things to a halt and our lives to a new focus. The first responders were family members, and neighbors. The survivors immediately became responsible for everything and in most of these situations with very little to attend with. None accepting any hero status, just simple statements of doing what had to be done. The arrival of professionally trained responders, those EMT’s, Police Officers, Deputy Sheriff’s, Volunteer Fireman, State Troopers, and members of the Rescue Squads all having their own journey working their way to those impacted. Every home was an emergency and every person in need of attention. What an overwhelming task for single individuals to begin to asses and figure out. It is one thing to drive through an area where you see and can recognize the land marks you’ve witnessed for years, and something totally different to be in that same area just trying to figure out where you are. On behalf of the families who experienced those responders, “THANKS”! When you talk with medical personal they simply say we were doing that which we were trained to do, “THANKS” to you too. It is in the midst of crises that we see the first glimpse of the real character people are made of. Through these situations we are reminded of the value of friendships and the cherished gems we have in people whom we do not even know by name but where there. 1000’s have responded and are continuing to respond even as you are reading this column. In the months ahead, thousands more will respond helping others to press on, move forward, rebuild, and gather themselves with your help. The task of making sense out of this experience for some will happen quickly and for others the journey will be a long road filled with more questions that will follow because of this search for understanding. Romans 8:28 says that “we know God works all things out, together for the good, to those who are called according to His purpose”. It is amazing that in giving ourselves away we can discover our own selves. In trying to find answers we learn the key is in focusing not on our own situation but on the circumstances of others. Finding within ourselves the courage to let go of our own holds on life we can discover the path which provides peace for even times like these. Prayers for those in Harrogate, Tennessee, London, East Bernstatd and West Liberty, Kentucky. May we each love stronger, give more generously, value the real treasures of people, who they are and the gifts they bring. May we each see ourselves as one person working together on a big team making a difference where we are while we can. Until then

Thanks-giving God Bless America

My season of “Thanks-giving” continues and as I write this column, the election of 2012 has not been decided. As you are reading this now, all of America knows who has won the election, or at least I am counting on that fact. If that isn’t the case then I am sure there were more than hanging chads and lots of questions about voting polling places and who knows what else has made the list. It will be safe to say it’s a mess if this is the case in our Presidential Election. This week has already presented one big responsibilities for all Americans, the right to vote. I am certainly hard line on this issue. I personal have registered many to vote throughout this past year as I do each year. It is a topic that I hold a lot of passion for. I have no skills that aid me in understanding why folks are not registered to vote and why they do not vote. I find no acceptable excuses and the more of a mess you believe things are in, I would think give you all the more reason to be involved. Having traveled to many different places throughout the world I have seen the conditions of other countries and understanding their political environment makes me clearly love America, appreciate our democracy and helps me see my role as a citizen. Voting is something that we should demonstrate “thanks” for and by participating we are “giving”, a responsibility we should never fail to honor. The second big responsibility this week is our chance to honor our Veterans. Sunday, November 11, 2012 is Veterans Day. I am not a fair weather American. I love my country and from the earliest time of my childhood I have always had a high level of respect and appreciation for those who have served our Nation. Those who have served in Peace Time have contributed to our nation’s stability and readiness. A role that is so vital to our security and promotion of democracy around the world. Others have volunteered to serve in wars, some were drafted, and still others have served in conflicts or been active members of our National Guard or Military Reserves. My hearts “Thanks” for your “giving” and for your sacrifice. My “thanks” also goes to the families of veterans who gave all in defense of our nation. In my family history I’ve been blessed to be able to have traced back those family members who fought all the way back to the American Revolution. During the Civil War my family like many, had members who fought on both sides. My great-grandfather Nasby Mills was born shortly after the Civil War, and he had plenty of stories about that time period. I had great-uncles that fought in the Korean War, WW I and WW II. Most of them never liked to talk about their experience. They did what our country asked them to do and they felt an enormous responsibility to volunteer and enlist. I am confident you too have family members who you learned the same lessons from. The Vietnam War was filled with politics and for many they wished that time could just be forgot in our history. For me, I will not forget, and I will salute the men and women who served without the applause of our nation. Today, the missing are still listed and our vow to never forget should remind us of the cost and we should forever give thanks for those who gave so much. Today’s younger generation has never known a Declaration of War. They have witnessed plenty of conflicts, but no declarations. The one thing that should be clear and without hesitation or reservation is our applause and support for our Veterans! American is great not because of political leadership, but because of her people who have volunteered and surrender all. God Bless America and you should have plenty to list for your “Thanks-giving” too. Until then

Commander and Chief

With the three Presidential debates completed and many of these United States already voting we are at a rapid pace toward Election Day. We all have the ability to smile and laugh at various things throughout life. I have found some moments in this election that has caused me to not only smile and laugh by have also put me in moments of shock and disbelieve too. Funny moments for me are discovered in just simply watching the candidates. Now I enjoy people watching on a busy street, at an airport and even at church dinners. How folks interact, move about, what they are observing are all interesting. In this election cycle I have thought about the fact we love to witness expressions made by children. The more intimated the better we enjoy them, but let one of these candidates smile at the wrong time and we clearly have them marked as insensitive, rude, and we some individuals could ‘Facebook’ for days. I am someone that likes to smile. I love this journey we call life, I enjoy not only the moments created, but I enjoy the seconds of last moments too. Learning to cherish time is important and learning how to experience the time we have could be the toughest learning curve in a lifetime. I witnessed a great moment in time the other day that put my mind to thinking about how we experience time is important. I was listening to a real “gripe session” and one individual in particular was really worked up. I witnessed this other individual walk over and it looked like he was moving a piece of thread or something off this guy’s shoulder. As I looked closer I noticed he was ‘flicking’. Finally after a couple seconds of standing there with his hand at this guy’s shoulder the fellow asked, “what are you doing?”, which the reply was, “knocking this chip off your shoulder”. It was a funny moment and for me and others there it was a reminder of what is really important and a reminder of appropriate ways to use up your energy, and this being one that should be tabled. Listening to folks talk about their opinion and what they believe is right can be enlightening, and challenging. Sometimes we need to be reminded of things we’ve already been told, just as we need to sometimes hear what has never been spoken before. You may have heard it a hundred times that Jesus Christ loves you, and it could be that this is the first time you’ve ever heard of Jesus, If you’ve heard of this guy before I would point out that He hasn’t gone anywhere since you first heard his name and were introduced. He is as solid as a rock and is not afraid to be your friend no matter what is happening around you. If this is your first introduction, then let me just say this. You may discover or conclude that Jesus Christ is not someone you want as a friend, but if you never give Him the opportunity to demonstrate His love and plan for you then this fact will remain forever true. You missed out not only on a great friend, but a real Commander and Chief. Until then

Count Down to Election

Not sure if you have ever consider the role of countdowns but they play an interesting part of our lives. The biggest countdown worldwide surely is the New Year Eve countdown. We all love watching the countdown and watching the ball drop in New York City from an American point of view certainly. Countdowns that play a role in our lives include so many things, all from various perspectives. Educators love counting down the days until fall break, or Christmas break. Seniors in high school their big countdown comes in May when they are looking forward to graduation. Expecting parents have countdowns. It maybe the hours waiting could be called an add up moment, but it is really a countdown to the arrival of what the Bible says is a “blessing of the Lord”. Life offers us as individuals so many different countdowns. For folks who love religion there have been plenty of countdowns including the big religious countdown set to arrive on December 21, 2012. Yes, the Mayan Calendar will have its final day and religious folks and such are preparing for the world to fall off her axis or worse on that day and will continue to worsen thereafter. (Not sure if there is a worse condition if the earth does fall of her axis, but seems like some individuals, organizations, and groups are predicting that possibility and believing it quite strongly-just saying) What prompted my mind to countdowns was the wishes and hopes of so many as they countdown to the Presidential Election of 2012. Yes, Tuesday-November 6, 2012 cannot arrive fast enough for some. This countdown actually began on November 5, 2008. That was the day Barack Hussein Obama was elected as the next President of the United States of America. After nearly three decades of Republican control and leadership in the White House, the election of a Democrat as President began this particular countdown. After watching the first Presidential Debate I watched and listened reaffirming my personal point of view. There are many serious issues facing not just our country but the world, and political sound bites are not the solution or answer. With countdowns the one aspect that we all are looking for is an end to the countdown. On this fast approaching General Election Day 2012 I am now reaffirming my personal point of view for the second time in a single column but this time with a resolution for my next step. After this Presidential Election, some will be so excited with the outcome and others will be upset and mad. For many folks their disposition will be closely tied to their individual political party affiliation. As a Christian I have a responsibility to pray for our elected leaders. One of the things I have learned from praying is that it is hard to pray for someone and be mad. It is also hard to pray with a genuine heart and not want to help people success. My resolution is simple. No matter who is elected I will be praying for our President, and our Country. There is a countdown that we should all be aware of and it is the one countdown that we want to talk about the least of all countdowns. Our individual lives are number according to scripture from the Holy Bible. We each have an opportunity to give and make a difference. We all have seen folks born and die. We may not agree about what happens after death, but one thing should be clear. Life is ticking and there is a countdown we should be alertly aware of. Don’t get overwhelmed with all the issues, do your part you are responsible for and help encourage others in their role as we each look at and watch our own countdowns in life. Until then

30 Years Ago - Now to 2039

When you are set to think back 30 years it can be a task not easily prepared for but exciting never the less. We motivators and encouragers like to use stories, people and situations to help move us forward and to find continued thanks for the journey traveled. This weekend I celebrate 30 years of Ministry. It is amazing how something can feel like both yesterday and such a long time ago too. I am having quite a few smile and laughs as I think back to that September in 1982 when the First Baptist Church in Pineville, Kentucky provided me with ministerial credentials. I was nervous about the process which included questions about beliefs, Theology and even application of scripture. Deacon Ike Wilson was the Church Clerk and I remember his signing my certificate as if it was yesterday. He and his wife were always so very kind to me and such encouragers. Dr. Dudley Pomeroy was a man of many hats. A full bird Colonel as a Chaplain in the United States Army and US Reserves, a professor at Clear Creek Baptist Bible College and most special a friend of mine. He was only upset with me once. He was a big supporter and loved Georgetown College and when I shared I was going to Cumberland College in Williamsburg, he wasn’t happy with me at all. At the time I told him I wanted to be an Indian (Cumberland’s Mascot) and not a Tiger. Looking back now that doesn’t matter except for historical reference as Cumberland has changed both their name and mascot. As I look back at 30 years I think of all the places of spiritual influence I have learned from and had the privilege to serve. I looked at my list of cities and churches and I am grateful for the opportunity to serve them and you. At First Baptist-Pineville, I served Dr. Wortman as an assistant with children’s choir and leading congregational singing for over 10 years. Supplied for Central Baptist-Corbin throughout College and beyond on many occasions. Was Associate Pastor at Greenland and was Pastor of Horse Creek Road in Corbin. In Monticello, I was a Co-Pastor at Immanuel and served as pastor of Bethlehem Baptist in Dorton Branch-Pineville. I served the following congregations as Interim pastor: North Fork in Whitesburg; Walnut Hill in Ewing, Virginia; And Greenland on the Falls Road in Corbin. Pulpit supply is still a great opportunity and I’m always humbled to shared and excited about how we can apply God’s word to make real differences in the lives of people and our communities. I continue to be a multi-tasking type guy. I have the privilege of mentoring and working directly with a new church plant in Somerset, Ky. Hawk Creek London/Somerset has a clear vision. The goal is to reach the un- churched and the disfranchised by simply loving God and loving people. My life passion has always been to be genuine and real. A novice concept I know. I have used by ministerial academic students from College and Southwestern Baptist Theological Seminary to simple be what Jesus was, a friend to sinners. I am not afraid or scared to be a friend to anyone. I believe that Jesus really does love everyone, just like it says in John 3:16, and I believe that He has a plan for every life too, just like is says in John 10:10. Applying Scripture to life, seeing Biblical concept and opportunity in all things is to me ministry. I pray in Jesus name and know He is the answer, Acts 4:12, even if He is controversial or it is not politically correct. I believe Jesus forgives all sin and if this is not true then hope, faith and love do not exist. Romans 8:28 is still my go to verse when I have lots of questions and doubt. My best personal prayer is that “you will continue to see the sunshine through the rain and the rainbow behind every cloud.” Lots of things in 30 years I am grateful for. Today, I look at my future life expectance and I think what will I write in 2039? That March I hope to be defying science in His grace and mercy

Knox County - Hands of Coal

Knox County and Barbourville, Kentucky has a unique opportunity that is quickly approaching on Saturday, September 22nd. The Citizens of Knox County will be gathering for a rally to support COAL beginning at 10:30am gathering at Wal-Mart. In the mountains of Southeastern Kentucky are connection and association with coal production, coal operations, coal trucking coal mining, and the support of coal is a very large web of connection. The direct connection with our families and individuals I venture to think leaves few individuals that do not have a family member or a great personal friend that is directly connected. Coal has long been our friend and we have just as long been able to see the fruits and prosperity because of its presence and production. The indirect association and benefit of coal is massive. From the gas station, to the church pew the impact of coal has touched all our lives. Certainly there have been trying times in all industries and I am not one for giving up on all. The Bible has a lot to say about reasonability, use of talents and His ability to work all things out if we love Him and serve called according to His call on our lives. I’ve never been employed by a coal company, but I certainly road my bike as a kid in the coal camps of Southeastern Kentucky. As an adult I’ve been deep inside the mother earth looking out into the dark of the ground thankful for the light that I had to shine. Going down into a coal mine I also discovered to be a very personal and spiritual moment too. Sure, I could write in a funny way and say, “I prayed when that car started to descend” but that is just as easy serious comment. The Bible talks about Christians always being in a spirit of prayer and there is something that I have discovered in my faith about facing dark moments and situations that I have no control over. If the rock shifts, it is an issue way out of my league. My only control is to be aware, alert, and prepared to react and respond. Life has many challenges and just as many opportunities. I recently shared from my twitter account that “Preparation is rewarded with opportunity. Opportunity is key to your dreams and vision”. Sometimes we find ourselves in the back of the line or struggling to see ahead because we have allowed ourselves to slack on our preparation in life. We are shocked when things happen, and appear to be lost quickly in the changes that approach. If we truly prepared we could find ourselves making the right decision more often than not. In Southeastern Kentucky we have many opportunities. I know the world prefers to hear gloom and doom but that’s just not my style. I understanding facing reality and I can embrace change and challenges but I don’t believe negative is the method for neither encouragement nor success. One of the toughest lessons in life is to realize that everyone else was waiting on us. I have never like the moment when someone says, “well, I didn’t know, why didn’t you tell me?” At that point we know they were waiting on us and so let’s lead. Maybe the Coal Rally is not your favorite cause or your heart and passion. What is it you believe it? What are you willing to stand up and be counted in that number for? What can we see that you support? One of the lessons of life that must be learned is the value of cooperation. I can join hand in a hand with many causes. I love this place we call home! Knox County has a land full of people with talent, thoughts and passion. Today is as good as any day to rise and be counted. I shared at the funeral of a dear friend to me that he was a giver. And he was because he had received. To whom much is given, much is required. The next stand is yours. Until then

A Resource, our talent, an Opportunity - Hands of Coal Across Bell County

There are many things in life that make a difference. Sometimes they are the simple things like a hello or a smile. Sometimes they are a handshake, a wave or a pat on the back. All these are good things that help to encourage others along this journey in life. In today’s world there is a lot of negative about everything. Few folks seem to have the passion or desire to work together on projects or to help others succeed. Not sure why folks don’t enjoy helping others reach their goals. This is certainly one of the aspects of my heart for others and I know others that have the same desire as I do, but normally folks are not lining up to help. August 11th there was a great number of Knox County residents who assembled in South Knox County in Flat Lick to lend a supportive hand to those Bell County neighbors. Citizens from Clay County were also in attendance and joined the assembly of people. The rally cry was to send a message of the importance of coal, the impact it has on our specific communities and the belief that coal must be a part of our Nation’s energy policy. Our elected officials in Knox County, representing both political parties helped to assemble on the Bell/Knox County Lines in the “Hands of Coal Across Bell County” event. Because of the success and excitement plans are being made now for Knox County residents to get a chance to show their support for coal here too. The Kentucky State Policy estimated that 15,000 people came out in Bell County to stand along U.S. 25E showing their support for coal, coal families, and the economic impact it has here in our communities. In Kentucky there are two coal fields. We are located in the Eastern Kentucky Coal Field. Pike County (Pikeville) is planning an event and in the Western Kentucky Coal Field Muhlenberg County is also planning to have a “Hands of Coal” event. It is amazing what a single idea did and how it has brought so many together for this common purpose. There are plans also being made to have an event in West Virginia to show their support for coal. Joe Harris is a great example of what happens when we share an idea or thought. It also shows what happens when we invite others to help and unite for a purpose all under one banner---Coal. Kentucky Governor Steve Beshear announced on August 16, that Kentucky and West Virginia had struck a deal with the Country of India for 9 million tons of coal, worth $7 billion that will span over the next 25 years. This is great news for Kentucky and great news for us here in the mountains. It is possible that this single deal will help open up additional markets for Kentucky Coal, and that’s a great thing! As a Christian writer I have long been showing the association of scripture to our everyday lives. Some folks are not always eager to hear the Word of God and I understand that for those that are non- believers. The Bible talks about working and eating, and if you don’t work, you don’t eat. That is not always welcomed words to idle ears. The Bible also encourages us to use what we have. The Bible instructs Christians to not neglect the resources, talents, and opportunities we have. Certainly here in the mountains Coal is a resource. We the people are talented. We are skilled with knowledge about how to mine coal and to do so safely. There is no doubt about the opportunity we also share. A moment to work together, to be a part of something bigger than ourselves and that benefits all. Until then

Hands of Coal Across Bell County

On August 11, 2012 the mountains of Southeastern Kentucky are attempting to make a huge statement about the meaning and impact of coal. Joe Harris, a local businessman from Pineville, Kentucky came up with the idea to create “Hands of Coal Across Bell County”. The event idea came about because of the recent continued lay-offs by Coal Companies. The lay-offs, coal company shut- downs, all have a devastating impact. The mountain way of life has been associated with coal mining, coal production, coal hauling since black diamond was first carried out in buckets and wheelbarrows. Coal has been a source of heat for our homes and the power behind the lights coming on when we flip a switch in our homes. Coal has been the source of income that allowed banks to take deposits from customers for every product they provide. Coal income has provided for car dealerships to sell cars because of steady incomes. Coal dollars provide for medical insurance for individuals and families, that in-turn provide for those in the medical field to provide services and follow their dreams, provide for their families too. Coal production has helped build our schools, provide for new buses, roads, and all opportunity that comes along with those improvements and changes. Coal has filled the tables with food, cars with gas, families with trips, experiences and most importantly opportunity. Coal has built homes, impacting construction; churches have been established because of population locations and individual communities were born with each mining operation and today we identify places throughout the mountains by a single name all because of coal. There is a political debate about coal and there are many opinions on all sides. Folks who have worked directly in coal are staunch supporters of course. Flip the coal tag and there are those that are willing to form picket lines to protest coal production, they want nothing short of the death of coal and all her associations. Education, opinion, facts, and reality are all important in any discussion. Extremes on positions will never agree. Unwillingness to adjust, consider and appreciate is normally not a part of the mindset. Some individuals have dug into the ‘mountain side’ and buried their opinion deep without any room for compromise. I am a person of opinions, appreciations, and respect for individualism. I believe in personal and corporate responsibility. I welcome differing thought, I understand agreeing to disagree but yet I will fight for cooperation, unity and vision for common cause without any apology for position, statement or support. For any individual living in the mountains of Southeastern Kentucky you will be hard pressed to show your independence without the touch or impact of coal in our counties, the impact of coal on our region especially, not to mention the Commonwealth of Kentucky and our Nation. Citizens are forming lines of support on the Cumberland Gap Parkway (US 25E) from the Bell County/Knox County Line beginning in Flat Lick all the way to the Cumberland Gap Tunnel in Middlesboro. Individuals, groups, churches, companies, school organizations life football teams, bands, community groups are all gathering roadside at 2:00pm on Saturday, August 11th. Citizens from Knox and Harlan County have joined too, volunteering with Bell County residents for this historic moment of unity when we unite to say we care about families and that coal is important to our economy, our families, and our way of life. Hands of Coal Across Bell County is a chance to send a message to Frankfort and Washington, D.C. that coal is important and a tradition and way of life we appreciate, and support. Until then

Why Wait Plumbing Services

No better time than the present to be a part of change. Having been a public speaker for all of my adult life, and most of all other time too, I confess I enjoy sharing, leading and telling stories. Motivating people is certainly a challenge but that doesn’t outweigh the fun from watching things happen, witnessing individuals who have discovered not only a new inner strength but the confidence that follows from those successes. I have been working on some new quotes and a thought that filled my thinking pattern as I reflected on a Wednesday was: “With weeks going by so fast, why do folks wait for years as they are growing up to do things?” My first step in pursuit of an answer to my question was to simply Google it. Yes, American’s answer for everything is Google, and I was amazed at what I discovered. The first thing I discovered was a song that had been recorded by Rascal Flatts, “Why Wait”. All excited about my first search hit I quickly came to the conclusion that that wasn’t what I was looking for as the bases of my answer. The song was just the opposite. It was all about love and the suggestion that they shouldn’t wait, but go tie the knot of love today. The next hit was a Diabetic Campaign. It was an intensive diabetes management program that seemed awesome. 12 weeks of learning, trying and adjustments would make a good start to any change in life but not exactly what I was looking for either. This being 2012 how could I have not imagined that there would be a phone application called “Why Wait”. Of course I should have known there would be such a creation, but I had not even considered such in my thoughts. It was an app designed for restaurants as a tool to help them promote their menu and services. WOW, I thought that’s cool and a great idea too. But I was looking for something to really motivate and I continued by internet search. Another discovered hit on the subject of why wait turned up a list on The Benefits of Abstinence Until Marriage. Certainly as a Christian I could use this right?...wrong…still not what I was looking for as I wanted something to help motivate, bring a smile to a face and maybe get a chuckle out of someone. Not yet discovered so my seeking continued in search of the perfect motivation for change and for not allowing time to be wasted by waiting. The perfect satisfaction in life comes when you find what you are looking for and sure enough, I too discovered my questions answer. It was found in a plumbing company! Low and behold my long awaiting illustration had been uncovered just not where I had thought to find it. I discovered the Why Wait Plumbing Services. This was perfect and they had all the answers: Blocked drains; renovations; filtration; remodeling; potable answers; line redesigns; & all plumbing repairs; Perfect I thought and I was excited learning about them and was sure they would be who I would call for my next plumbing problem until I discovered they were in Australia. Why Wait Plumbing Services, the perfect answer for me, my new quote thought and new themed motivation speech. Why Wait, even if they are far so away, I definitely must get started now so they can get here on time. Until then

Being a Father

Father can be very interesting. Yes, we have our set ways that nothing will change and yet we can surprise the heck out of you with something you thought you would never see us do. Learning about Fatherhood and the role of a father is in many situations trial and error. There will be some read this column and not get a word I am writing while others of you will totally understand. It is in many cases the difference between fathers. If you are like me, I have a loving father, he has work hard to provide, he gave to his children what he never had growing up materially speaking. Life was a challenge for his generation and he has always done what he believed to be correct, and if we as his children were wrong, he didn’t defend us like so many parents do today. We’ve not always agreed politically, socially, or personally, but I’m pretty sure he still loves me…I think? Here is the first difference between fathers; I actually know my dad cares even if we are at the total opposite ends of the spectrum. The difference between fathers for some is that they have never known their father and for some that is difficult to understand. Personally myself, I understand the child’s point of view perfectly, the part I can’t get is why a biological father would not love his child, support his child and work to be in their lives. Yes, there are differences between fathers. My parenting skills and techniques are simply. I have used what I like from my father and other fathers, good and bad to make a difference. For some individuals they believe blood line is the only fact that matters. I have seen and watch enough bloodline failures that this fact is not even relative to me. I always wanted to have my own children. Losing a pregnancy is a very difficult moment. If you have the chance to later become parents that loss will remain but parts of it will begin to slowly be replaced with your new ever present joy that helps overcome that particular loss. If you never have your own bloodline then that hurt lingers and remains. Sometimes we tell folks they just need to get over it, and that maybe good advice, it just seems like those that always give that advice, already have. Being a father to me is about sharing, giving, listening, helping, laughing, crying, tuning out, going the second mile, and doing what no one else wants to do, but that must be done. Being a father is all about love and I am thankful that bloodline has nothing to do with that fact. To be a father takes two individuals. The older individual assumes the role of father. He must be willing to invest his time, energy, and be willing to experience heartache and all the while freely sharing his resources hoping to encourage and inspire. The other individual assumes his position as son, following instructions, learning to appreciate and for quite a while simply doing as you are told because that’s just the way it is when you are learning to grow up. There are many you may not recognize as a father because they don’t fit your perfect definition, but that doesn’t negate the fact they are. I salute fathers who know they are and I applaud sons who love their fathers because there is a difference. Until then

Father's Day 2012

Father can be very interesting. Yes, we have our set ways that nothing will change and yet we can surprise the heck out of you with something you thought you would never see us do. Learning about Fatherhood and the role of a father is in many situations trial and error. There will be some read this column and not get a word I am writing while others of you will totally understand. It is in many cases the difference between fathers. If you are like me, I have a loving father, he has work hard to provide, he gave to his children what he never had growing up materially speaking. Life was a challenge for his generation and he has always done what he believed to be correct, and if we as his children were wrong, he didn’t defend us like so many parents do today. We’ve not always agreed politically, socially, or personally, but I’m pretty sure he still loves me…I think? Here is the first difference between fathers; I actually know my dad cares even if we are at the total opposite ends of the spectrum. The difference between fathers for some is that they have never known their father and for some that is difficult to understand. Personally myself, I understand the child’s point of view perfectly, the part I can’t get is why a biological father would not love his child, support his child and work to be in their lives. Yes, there are differences between fathers. My parenting skills and techniques are simply. I have used what I like from my father and other fathers, good and bad to make a difference. For some individuals they believe blood line is the only fact that matters. I have seen and watch enough bloodline failures that this fact is not even relative to me. I always wanted to have my own children. Losing a pregnancy is a very difficult moment. If you have the chance to later become parents that loss will remain but parts of it will begin to slowly be replaced with your new ever present joy that helps overcome that particular loss. If you never have your own bloodline then that hurt lingers and remains. Sometimes we tell folks they just need to get over it, and that maybe good advice, it just seems like those that always give that advice, already have. Being a father to me is about sharing, giving, listening, helping, laughing, crying, tuning out, going the second mile, and doing what no one else wants to do, but that must be done. Being a father is all about love and I am thankful that bloodline has nothing to do with that fact. To be a father takes two individuals. The older individual assumes the role of father. He must be willing to invest his time, energy, and be willing to experience heartache and all the while freely sharing his resources hoping to encourage and inspire. The other individual assumes his position as son, following instructions, learning to appreciate and for quite a while simply doing as you are told because that’s just the way it is when you are learning to grow up. There are many you may not recognize as a father because they don’t fit your perfect definition, but that doesn’t negate the fact they are. I salute fathers who know they are and I applaud sons who love their fathers because there is a difference. Until then

White Vans from Spartanburg, S.C.

This weekend the mountains of southeastern Kentucky will be filled with a lot of white 15 passenger vans. There will be several unique characteristics if you see them driving in a single filed line. Maybe you will notice them in your subdivision, in a trailer park or one a one lane hollow road. I am very confident that you will see them up and down our roadways, packed into our local restaurants and you will see lots of smiles, arms open wide for hugs with a lot of laughter and friendship freely given. It began in 1969 when Dr. Alaster Walker, who had served as the Pastor of the First Baptist Church in Middlesboro, Kentucky moved to Spartanburg, South Carolina. He had just become the Pastor of the First Baptist Spartanburg and his love for Southeastern Kentucky would not end. He shared of about the people he met and of the needs that could be met if others would be willing to give and go. 43 years later this flagship event in the Student Ministry program has touched thousands of lives and this year the impact will continue as prepared teenagers, college students and adults come to share their love for people and their passion for Jesus Christ with us. They will be conducting Vacation Bible School events reaching over 5,000 children, teens and adults a day through this ministry. Their days and nights will include conducting services in jails and correctional facilities, building ramps to doors and porches, making much needed home repairs, conducting basketball camps just to mention a few of the things that First Baptist Spartanburg wraps into what they simply call “Kentucky Missions”. Seth Buckley is the Minister to Students and he leads this event each year, following in the steps of those who make the first time. My first experience began in a little place called Crocket in Fields Ky. There Bill Cox planted the first seeds in my life that there was a guy named Jesus and He loved and cared for me. There are many highlights in one’s summer experience but if you have a child, grandchild, nephew or niece this is a must attend and participate. If your neighbor has children or down the road you know kids that need to know that Jesus loves and cares for them this is your opportunity to join the ministry. See what happens in a single life when someone says “Jesus Christ loves you” and their words and actions match up. One week can make a real difference, one day can be all that is necessary or just a few hours or even just a couple of minutes a life can be eternally changed. This continuous ministry is a massive undertaking. The expense and cost for their lodging, travel, food, supplies, are over $100,000.00 for their week among us. In a time when folks are only talking politics and economic conditions because of an election season, we should applaud these Baptist for their reinvestment and economic stimulus in our communities. The real value cannot be calculated. It is impossible to put a price on one person and that one individual life that is changed forever because they prayed and asked Jesus Christ to come into their heart. There is no way to figure the financial impact of asking “Do you know Jesus Christ”? The Christian impact is easy to figure. One life surrendered to Jesus who leads another to Jesus who in-turn leads another who commits their life to following Jesus and before you know it, the world is a different place and it all started because one came in His name. Thank you Frist Baptist Spartanburg for coming. Thanks for giving. Thanks for being a friend. Thanks for serving the churches and people of Bell, Knox & Whitley Counties. You have made a real difference and I am one! Until then

Proud & Thankful American

A proud American I am, and that pride is filled with gratefulness for those who have served our country to defend her freedom and our democracy. America, the colors red, white, and blue, liberty, religion and free speech are some of the words that help describe the land we as citizens call home, and the land that other citizens from all over the world also wants to call home. Those other citizens throughout the world go to amazing efforts to get to America. The efforts include obtaining a work visa, or an educational visa. Other efforts include the legal process to become a United State citizen. Certainly I could write to no end about the illegal efforts that are successfully accomplished and to the attempts that end in arrest or deportation. The debate is never ended as to what our country should do and the responsibility we as citizens have regarding illegals that are here and for the record, let’s point out that illegals are located in every state in our Union and that includes our communities here in Southeastern Kentucky. What makes America so great is our freedom. Freedom is what also gives some folks the greatest headaches and frustration. For example I love the flag of our country. Having traveled overseas it has always caused me to stop and take a picture when I see it flying over our embassy or at a military base. It is a symbol of all that we are as a country. Some feel it a matter of freedom of speech and a right to burn the flag. Myself, I would never burn the flag of our country except as prescribed as the means to destroy a flag that is not in proper condition to be displayed. Burning it because you are mad, upset, don’t like a policy or a law, I am appalled by such action, but I also understand that the courts of our land have ruled this matter of free speech is covered by our Constitution. It is examples like this that give us cause for debate, but it is these very things that also make America great! Perfect, no, but nevertheless great in every way. From the American Revolution to our current deployment of soldiers throughout the world, American Citizens have been drafted and volunteered to step up to answer our countries call. Here in the mountains of Kentucky we have the 149th Unit of the Kentucky National Guard that has produced hundreds of just such Americans here in our daily midst. Not to mention the individuals who have signed up for full time service and careers in the military. It is this type of service that merits our highest levels of respect and appreciation. The Bible is quite clear about who the greatest is among us. It is those that serve. That service is not just the “one mile” required, but the real service is going the distance of the “second mile” that is not required. It is no doubt that this is the sacrifice that makes all the difference when attempting to make an impact into the life of another. Going the full distance! When I think about the ultimate freedom I think about the freedom that I discovered in Jesus Christ. When I think about sacrifice I think about Jesus and that He gave all on the cross to pay my debt. When I was a child and growing up, I had the privilege of writing I.O.U’s. I also had the experience of having my father and mother paying that tab of soda’s and candy bars too. I am pretty sure that while I was growing up I didn’t really understand the freedom and the privilege I had been granted. It was never written out by the way. I had no document signed by my parents allowing me to sign I.O.U’s and I had nothing that guaranteed me that my parents would honor my word as I charged such growing up. What I do know is that they did on all points of concern honor my commitment and in the process they taught me a valuable lesson too. There is something about the assurance of knowing that those I depended upon would always come through. My parents are now the holders of the biggest I.O.U. and it is what I owe them for never leaving me standing alone in my obligations. In America we have an I.O.U. too. It belongs to the men and women who have given to fulfill our commitments and obligations as a nation. One resolution we as citizens should possess is our possession of a grateful heart for the sacrifice of all who have made America Great. Until then

The Kentucky Mountain Laurel Festival May 24-27

There is no more beautiful weekend of the year then what is happening in Pineville, Ky., this weekend, May 24-27. The Kentucky Mountain Laurel Festival is hands down the one event where all the beauties representing the college and universities of Kentucky gather for the Princess Coronation which is a Friday night Crowning Moment, followed by the Queens event which happens through the festival with the announcement shared at the Laurel Cove Amphitheater, Pine Mountain State Park Saturday afternoon at 2:pm. All of the surrounding counties will have representatives from our area high schools and this is a most unique introduction for them and an opportunity to see the city of Pineville and met her residents on a personal level because of the events in homes throughout Bell County. Tea Parties and receptions are just two of the type of events that will be honoring them, along with travels from one event to another that complete an action pack schedule of photo moments and truly life building friendships because of the experience. The Queen Candidates and their escorts have a schedule that is also packed with meets and greets, introductions, presentations, and receptions that allow chances to meet some folks over and over again that building one of the cherishing aspects of the Kentucky Mountain Laurel Festival. For the Queen Candidates, many of whom live outside of Kentucky and are just attaining their academic degrees at the various colleges and universities, the KMLF is an introduction to the beauty of the mountains of Kentucky, our heritage, and a chance to meet the people of Kentucky where we live, as we live, demonstrating the best of our hospitality. One of the aspects of the KMLF is what is known as the Director’s. These individuals have invested time, money and their resources throughout the year and they serve varying terms in this elected position and many have been Directors for many years giving of themselves and their families resources through connections and raising funds to support all the activities of the festival. The other aspects that sets the festival as a coordinating jewel is the work of volunteers, whom for some, is a year long effort which respect to their committee’s assignment or event. Planning for the housing of queens and escorts, lining up the receptions in homes, the dinners held in honor of the princess and queen candidates not to mention the work of the parade committee, the opening night festivities, and the crowning of the queen. All of these are require hundreds of hours of phone calls, emails, letters and gathering commitments from those who also willing participate by opening their homes, fixing snacks, meals and transporting candidates to events not to mention the time entertaining our visitors from the moment they arrive until they depart the Gem City of the Cumberlands on Sunday afternoon. To all of these I personally want to say thanks for your efforts and to all who will come to one of the events, or 10 of the events thanks for supporting your daughters and sons from their parade participation to standing along the parade route and sitting in the stands as the festival unfolds in green and pink colors everywhere. For those who have never attended the festival, especially those that live here within the drive time of Pineville and Bell County I would encourage you to come and see one the oldest festival in Kentucky outside of the Kentucky Derby, the Kentucky Mountain Laurel Festival. The one tradition of the festival I personally enjoy is the Grand March. For some this may sound like a long line of walking, but it is really a beautiful event of moment forming lines, circles, and following the leader creating a banner of hands making a tunnel of which the KMLF participants travel creating the Grand March. It is a sight to see and it is all about pomp and circumstance, which makes it beautiful and something I have only witness at the Kentucky Mountain Laurel. There is much to behold here in our beloved mountains of Kentucky and The Kentucky Mountain Laurel is as unique as the Cumberland Falls, or the Cumberland Gap. Until then

Get Involved today - Your time is now to make a difference

The publishing of the news, blogging of stories, posting of videos and the use of today’s communication tools has really changed the landscape of our world. 30 years ago television as we know it today did not even exist. The real means of communication was radio. To ‘old school’ media individuals the understanding of a news release was a typed up headline that was sent out over the Associated Press News Wire. I am glad I had the opportunity from my early years of employment to tear the headlines from the teletype of the old news room of Ken-Ten Broadcasting studios. I remember so well standing around the AP machine to see what was happening around the world so I could broadcast it to listeners as “breaking news” here at home. Times have certainly changed. Today I write type this column to be released to the editor for publishing. Once it is published with the touch of the keyboard and a few key strokes this column will be shared via the world wide web, posted to websites, tagged on Facebook, Tweeted to followers and then shared by folks some whom I will never have met personally, who are just friends of friends or followers who are re-tweeting or quoting. The process started with no agenda at all actually. I began writing to share with local folks, the local community about events, people, thoughts and experiences. Long before we knew what a website was and long before our local paper even had a website. Honestly, websites are so common today, that if you don’t have one you are really w A y b e H i n d the times. Modern means of communication have changed the way in which we do thing and it has certainly changed the timing in which we must respond to situations. Local newspapers use video to tell their stories and video we once thought was just for television stations. Who would have figured right? Well, someone did, it just wasn’t me and I am a figuring it wasn’t you either. Attempting to be up-to-date takes a lot of work. Being aware and informed of situations requires a lot of commitment and dedication. In school I enjoyed reading. I loved history and so a lot of what I read as a student involved subjects of that matter. My base of interest has certainly changed over the years. I read many different articles, blogs and columns on an array of subjects. Some I have no interest in at all, but I have discovered it necessary to read to be informed. I have also learned how to read with an open mind. When you read something because you want to, then as you read you are looking for those key words or phrases that confirm your interest or point. My discovery and learning from the practice of reading from a variety of sources has been simply that, I have learned because of that activity. I have learned as much about myself as I have subject matters addressed or positions shared by others. My discovery has included my learning that I can be closed minded and yet just as broadminded on any given day. My biggest learning involves what I have learned about topics, and themed writings. I have learned that all things involve people. It is easy to brush something off until you realize you are brushing someone off. I can laugh at a statement and believe it has no value what-so-ever until I realize that there is someone behind the sentence that has taken it very much to heart and find no humor in my dismissal of their opinion. It is easy to do a lot of things in life if we don’t think. If we never look outside the box of our world we may discover ourselves still standing around what once was the fastest and best tool for news, scores and information even though that piece of equipment and her time has passed as we knew it back in the day. Life is too short to stand around as an observer forever. The time is now to be involved and make a difference as a participating party. Today is the day, now is the time, and tomorrow you may never have. Until then

Second Time Around - Jeff Musgrave - Joshua Howard - Whitney Gouch - Nashville Country Music Marathon 2012

You may have never used the phrase “second time around” but I am betting you have heard the expression before. We all like second chances to get something right or to correct the record. I have no clue who started the phrase, but it makes a lot of sense to me. Most of us do not like to admit when we know we need a second chance around, but if we could find it within ourselves to be honest, one could make a list of occurrences I would think. In 2010 gospel artist and song writer Shannon Bunch and his wife Melissa, participated in the St. Jude’s Country Music Marathon in Nashville, Tennessee. Now here is the truth. Sometimes when folks accomplish something we who are standing by just don’t want to give them much credit for the accomplishment. We normally attempt to explain it away as if anyone could do it. Or, that it was nothing. In my friendship with Shannon Bunch, which has been in place for over 30 years, I do give him a hard way to go from time to time. It is a part of our friendship that we both enjoy. For me, I thought if Shannon could do it, I could. Little did I know of all the walking he was doing to be successful and me?...I was going to walk around and be just fine, I thought. On the weekend of my first marathon event in 2011, my support team consisted of Joshua Howard, Whitney Gooch and James Stephen Brown. Joshua, Whitney and Stephen were all a part of “Team Timmy” but my performance was a struggle. I did good the first 3 or 4 miles, no problems, but then I notice my hands were swelling, and by mile 6 my feet were hurting but I kept telling myself, this is normal you are fine. Of course, by the time mile 8 arrived my feet were on fire, and yes, I mean every sense of the word except actual flames. I thought about giving up and would have but being out on a 13.1 mile walk and stopping would mean they would have to come looking for me and I opted to just press on. I didn’t know it but they were waiting for me at mile 12 and were going to walk with me the rest of the way. The other truth to this story is that I don’t even remember what we talked about or any question they asked me. I was in too much pain to hear anything and with my arms and hips joining my feet and hands in swelling and pain, I just wanted my big idea of saying I could do this if Shannon could, to come to an end. I learned a great lesson at my expense and one I plan on not repeating ever again. This year I decided that I would join Melissa in her return to the Country Music Marathon and I would participate with her, but I was going to do some things differently this time. In January, I sought out the help of Jeff Musgrave, originally from Barbourville/Knox County, who is a physical therapist with Cardinal Hill Hospital in Lexington. Jeff is a marathon hero of mine. He ran the Kentucky Derby Marathon a few years back and while I didn’t understand the commitment he too had made to accomplish his goal I had admired him knowing that 26.1 is a long way to travel on foot. Jeff brought together a plan and a training schedule for me as I prepared for my “second time around”. He would coach me every day by text message, email and phone calls and he even surprised me by traveling to coach in person this past Saturday, April 28th. I reached certain miles stones for the race. The 5K mark (3.1) I reached in 00:48:34. This was a 10 minute improvement and the 10 mile marked I made in 2:45:37. These times are record pacing for my legs and as I reached mile post 11 and 12 I could not wait to see the sign that said 13. Having never ran the Nashville Marathon before I didn’t know that the last leg of the journey was downhill on a bridge and a right turn directly into L.P. Field where the Titans play. Of course I was excited because downhill was the only way I could travel as I reached the finished line. Joshua & Whitney there again to cheer me on and the results were totally different. Not sure what you need a “second time around” on, but I needed one on this type of event. Running has never been a past time of mine or even an interest. I have pushed myself to success in many things over the course of my life’s journey and I’ve done so learning about me everytime. The Bible says that if you “Don’t grow weary of doing good, in due season you will reap if you faint not”. Galatians 6:9. Whatever it is you need to go for again, do it. You will like the results. Until then

Storms of Strength and Thanks

The wind of Friday, March 2, 2012 has blown itself into the history of we the people. For those directly impacted there is no way to express the experience of being hunkered down trying to survive the tornado that touched down destroying everything within her path. Some areas experienced hail the size of golf balls that beat the yards in such a way that it looks like the ground had been aerated. The sides of homes look as if someone had opened up a machine gun and riddled the walls. Shingles removed leaving big patches on roofs were the fortunate individuals and families. Surviving with some damage compared to those who uncovered themselves to see nothing left creates a different emotion that can leave you speechless and in shock. Property damage is in the millions, some homes will never be rebuilt, and the wind will always bring fear for some as long as they live because of just a few seconds of time. It is the loss of life that brings things to a halt and our lives to a new focus. The first responders were family members, and neighbors. The survivors immediately became responsible for everything and in most of these situations with very little to attend with. None accepting any hero status, just simple statements of doing what had to be done. The arrival of professionally trained responders, those EMT’s, Police Officers, Deputy Sheriff’s, Volunteer Fireman, State Troopers, and members of the Rescue Squads all having their own journey working their way to those impacted. Every home was an emergency and every person in need of attention. What an overwhelming task for single individuals to begin to asses and figure out. It is one thing to drive through an area where you see and can recognize the land marks you’ve witnessed for years, and something totally different to be in that same area just trying to figure out where you are. On behalf of the families who experienced those responders, “THANKS”! When you talk with medical personal they simply say we were doing that which we were trained to do, “THANKS” to you too. It is in the midst of crises that we see the first glimpse of the real character people are made of. Through these situations we are reminded of the value of friendships and the cherished gems we have in people whom we do not even know by name but where there. 1000’s have responded and are continuing to respond even as you are reading this column. In the months ahead, thousands more will respond helping others to press on, move forward, rebuild, and gather themselves with your help. The task of making sense out of this experience for some will happen quickly and for others the journey will be a long road filled with more questions that will follow because of this search for understanding. Romans 8:28 says that “we know God works all things out, together for the good, to those who are called according to His purpose”. It is amazing that in giving ourselves away we can discover our own selves. In trying to find answers we learn the key is in focusing not on our own situation but on the circumstances of others. Finding within ourselves the courage to let go of our own holds on life we can discover the path which provides peace for even times like these. Prayers for those in Harrogate, Tennessee, London, East Bernstatd and West Liberty, Kentucky. May we each love stronger, give more generously, value the real treasures of people, who they are and the gifts they bring. May we each see ourselves as one person working together on a big team making a difference where we are while we can. Until then

"Do for one what you wish you could do for all"

Andy Stanley of North Point Community Church in Georgia coined the phrase, “Do for one what you wish you could do for all”. On Friday, March 2, 2012 the winds came handing out tornadoes that crossed the landscapes destroying homes, property and even claiming the lives of victims in her path of fiery on that afternoon. London, Kentucky and particularly the East Bernstadt Community took the brunt of the storm leaving behind the devastation of just seconds of wind. Thousands volunteered and responded to the immediate needs providing services and goods to help those impacted and who suffered loss. Churches united under the umbrella and cause as did organizations and other institutions including Union College in Barbourville who sent student athletes to lend a helping hand. “Do for one what you wish you could do for all” is the goal at Hawk Creek Church in London, Ky. Their members and attenders have responded like many of you but now they are going the second mile by attempting to do for one family what they wish they could do for every family impacted. Help them back to where they were from the ground up. This singular undertaking is a big decision and one that is being made in Christian Faith, to do for one what they wish as a church they could do for everyone. Sometimes that battle that rages within us as individuals and organizations is that with limited resources we end up doing nothing at all because we cannot do for everyone. In a good effort we want to make a difference but see the difference out of reach. Truth is, the goal of helping everyone individually is out of reach for one church or organization. However, it is not out of the reach of God if we each did our single part to make a difference. It is not out of the touch of God if we each gave of our expertise, skill and talent. God can use our gift with the gifts of others and then not just a little difference is made, but a BIG difference is made. God can only use us if we are willing to allow ourselves to be used by Him. In 1985, at the age of 21, I was struck with a rare form of arthritis that took me from health teenager to a wheelchair in 30 days. I had never prepared for or even thought of such an illness happening to me. 26 years later, I am still battling sero-negative arthritis & ankylosing spondylitis. I made a promise to God that if I ever walked again I would never complain and I would let a smile on my face show. He touched me enough to get me up and going again and I am holding up my end of the deal too. Not complaining, still smiling and attempting to do my part of making the world a better place. “Do for one what you wish you could do for all” is my theme as I participate in my 2nd Marathon event on April 28th. I am writing asking if you will join me in helping to make the difference for one. Would you sponsor me for $1.00 a mile for the 13.1 miles in the Nashville Music City Marathon? I am not skilled enough to build a home, but I can do plenty of things to support those with that talent to build. I do not have the talent to run the electrical wiring in a home, but I can support those who have the knowhow and skill. There are plenty of things I cannot do, but by flipping the coin there are plenty of things I can do, should do, and with His help, will do. Walking for ONE is something that I can do, and will do. I might only raise $13.00 but I could raise $1300. Or $13,000. Dollars with your help. Life often hands outs things that we are not prepared for, nor were we expecting. The happenings of life can catch us off guard and while we will have immediate reactions once we have let things settle from the surprise, it is time to have a response. Today, I am ready to respond to the physical storms of March 2, 2012. I am ready to “Do for one what I wish I could do for all”. Sscriptures teaches to whom much is given, much is required. For me, walking is a gift and I will use it for someone else’ benefit. Together has a nice sound to it when spoken out loud. It also has a positive impact when demonstrated through cooperation and commitment. Will you help make a difference for one? Until then

Annette Walden - A person of Impact

Most individuals set out to make a difference with their lives by impacting others. The task of making a difference is not really a big plan as you begin your life’s journey. Rather, I believe many do not even think of making a splash much less sitting down and pulling together a list of do’s that need to be accomplished to place your life in the center hub of making a difference for others. If I could call my life a research project I can say that the best way to make a difference is to simply live your life treating others as you wish to be treated. If you add respect for others and differing opinions, coupled with a desire to be friendly and be a part of things as you can then you are well on your way to looking back over life and being able to see an impact.
I first met Annette Walden when she was the organist for the Order of Easter Star Chapter #89 in Pineville, Ky. I was just a little boy who sang soprano and falsetto at the time and together we formed a team for special events and programs. She was a member of the First Baptist Church Pineville and when I became a church member there we continued our practice of her playing, and me singing throughout my days of children’s choir, the adult worship choir and so many solo’s I have lost count. We were never called a musical duet, but there is no doubt about this fact. Annette could and still can make a piano talk as the keys strike the strings speaking in her own language called music. For the record, I simply accompanied her with my voice. There is something about making music that is freeing to the inner spirit. There is something about music that causes you to be able to change location as you listen and participate. Annette and I have enjoyed over the years many special moments that took us both to another place because we each shared our talents with the other. The last public performance we shared was the Presbyterian Church in Pineville. Irene Adams, who created the “Lighting of the Star” program for Pineville/Bell County asked if I would come and provide special music. With that invitation there was no question who should be the musician at the piano. It was Annette Walden. We discussed the program and thought about the music that would be appropriate and we both agreed without any debate on Let there be Peace on earth, Amazing Grace in a special melody arrangement and Annette’s favorite, Sweet Little Jesus Boy.
In February of this year Annette and I held a concert that you unfortunately missed. I know you missed it because the venue was at her home and it was just she and I. Stopping in to say hello it was without any planning, but knowing full well there would be music in the living room as of this visit. Her husband “Bob” had purchased her a surprise gift of her very own grand piano back in 1964. She had an upright piano that she loved and enjoyed playing so much, but that was all about to change with the arrival of her new gift that would bring decades of fun and pleasure. Yes, Annette filled her home on that February day with the rich sound of a grand piano and her feel for the music added the emotions that move me to a new experience because I could clearly hear her heart and soul as she played. We sang from the hymnal, the old ones and the new one and we ended our concert of two with the singing of Sweet Little Jesus Boy.
Annette Walden made a difference in my life as a little boy who never realized that she was investing herself in me. Today, as an adult, I can tell you that she has been investing in me year after year and she may be as unaware of her impact on my life today, as I was of her back in that day. Annette Walden, a person of impact and I am one life that is changed because she did her part of living strong, with character and integrity and most especially love.

Until then

Do for ONE what you wish you could do for ALL

Andy Stanley of North Point Community Church in Georgia coined the phrase, “Do for one what you wish you could do for all”. On Friday, March 2, 2012 the winds came handing out tornadoes that crossed the landscapes destroying homes, property and even claiming the lives of victims in her path of fiery on that afternoon. London, Kentucky and particularly the East Bernstadt Community took the brunt of the storm leaving behind the devastation of just seconds of wind. Thousands volunteered and responded to the immediate needs providing services and goods to help those impacted and who suffered loss. Churches united under the umbrella and cause as did organizations and other institutions including Union College in Barbourville who sent student athletes to lend a helping hand. “Do for one what you wish you could do for all” is the goal at Hawk Creek Church in London, Ky. Their members and attenders have responded like many of you but now they are going the second mile by attempting to do for one family what they wish they could do for every family impacted. Help them back to where they were from the ground up. This singular undertaking is a big decision and one that is being made in Christian Faith, to do for one what they wish as a church they could do for everyone. Sometimes that battle that rages within us as individuals and organizations is that with limited resources we end up doing nothing at all because we cannot do for everyone. In a good effort we want to make a difference but see the difference out of reach. Truth is, the goal of helping everyone individually is out of reach for one church or organization. However, it is not out of the reach of God if we each did our single part to make a difference. It is not out of the touch of God if we each gave of our expertise, skill and talent. God can use our gift with the gifts of others and then not just a little difference is made, but a BIG difference is made. God can only use us if we are willing to allow ourselves to be used by Him. In 1985, at the age of 21, I was struck with a rare form of arthritis that took me from health teenager to a wheelchair in 30 days. I had never prepared for or even thought of such an illness happening to me. 26 years later, I am still battling sero-negative arthritis & ankylosing spondylitis. I made a promise to God that if I ever walked again I would never complain and I would let a smile on my face show. He touched me enough to get me up and going again and I am holding up my end of the deal too. Not complaining, still smiling and attempting to do my part of making the world a better place. “Do for one what you wish you could do for all” is my theme as I participate in my 2nd Marathon event on April 28th. I am writing asking if you will join me in helping to make the difference for one. Would you sponsor me for $1.00 a mile for the 13.1 miles in the Nashville Music City Marathon? I am not skilled enough to build a home, but I can do plenty of things to support those with that talent to build. I do not have the talent to run the electrical wiring in a home, but I can support those who have the knowhow and skill. There are plenty of things I cannot do, but by flipping the coin there are plenty of things I can do, should do, and with His help, will do. Walking for ONE is something that I can do, and will do. I might only raise $13.00 but I could raise $1300. Or $13,000. Dollars with your help. Life often hands outs things that we are not prepared for, nor were we expecting. The happenings of life can catch us off guard and while we will have immediate reactions once we have let things settle from the surprise, it is time to have a response. Today, I am ready to respond to the physical storms of March 2, 2012. I am ready to “Do for one what I wish I could do for all”. Scriptures teaches to whom much is given, much is required. For me, walking is a gift and I will use it for someone else’ benefit. Together has a nice sound to it when spoken out loud. It also has a positive impact when demonstrated through cooperation and commitment. Will you help make a difference for one? Until then

Tradegy can have a positive impact

There are a few stories that maybe a one-time print moment in the history of the day, but the storms of March 2012 will be as memorable as the Floods of 1977 for me. Remembering where you were and what you were doing at certain moments in our lives just seem to stick with you. I remember in high school where I was on March 21, 1981 when then President Ronald Reagan had been shot. I remember telling Coach Zek Smith that he had been shot and coach said “Tim, you don’t joke about those types of things”. Of course I wasn’t, and that moment is etched in my minds history.
The winds of Friday, 2, March 2012 blew through with a fiery that has left families changed forever. The impact of a single event can sometimes change the entire course of an individual’s life. It changes the course of a business owner who has lost everything or experienced a major set-back and loss. Churches are impacted and can experience a new focus and direction of resources and energies when tragedy happens and response is a must. We often like to think about impact moments such as milestone birthday parties and anniversaries. We want to remember changes and advancement in your chosen career field or a promotion from your employer. Announcements that celebrate the birth of a child or the graduation of our child from high school or college we want to celebrate and remember. Yes, these happy moment we want to hold on to, but there is also value in remember the difficult moments and struggles of life too. The loss of a loved one from a tragic storm is an experience we all want to avoid. Honestly, most individuals want to avoid loss of life for any reason at all cost, but it happens. One of the strengths that is discovered during such a moment at death is the way in which we have lived prior to that event. Growing up I have heard the expression, “live it like you mean it” often. It was a reminder to me and a reflection to live my life in such a way as to be true and honest with myself and others as I traveled in my journey called life. I lost my best friend in high school shortly after graduation. Still today, I think of Mark Douglas Sharpe often. I had left for a mission trip and he had stayed home when he drown on a sunny day on a lake. The news of that moment didn’t bring sunshine for sure yet it was an experience that did change me forever. The moment was negative but the impact and change was positive. I learned what I called the enhanced value of friendship. Each time I look at that picture of us on graduation day I remember life is short, relationships should be meaningful, and maybe the most important lesson of all, the value of time.
The impact of the tornados that touched down did created change that we had no control over. The winds and hail of the moment destroyed property totally for some and just damaged the goods of others. There will be many varied experiences from those directly impacted and those that are impacted from the aftermath of the event. Helping to clean up and assisting with the next stage in life for those volunteering can have both a changing impact for those giving and those receiving a hand along the journey.
There is much to be done and there is many who need help. If we each decided to give and do as we can with respect to our resources, the single action of one becomes a pool of resources that makes a positive impact forever.

Until then.