Why is the sky blue? It a simple question from a child. It's the quest of a lifetime for some. Why, what, and how can be very deep indeed. Or, sometimes funny. It depends on the question, who is asking, and who is asked. It might even be silly: "How fast do hotcakes sell?"
Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Mr. Common Sense. Mr. Sense had been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape.
A little boy is telling his Grandma how everything is going wrong. School, family problems, severe health problems, etc.
The story is told of an old man who lived on a farm in the mountains of eastern Kentucky with his young grandson. Each morning, Grandpa was up early sitting at the kitchen table reading from his old worn-out Bible.
Our Father Who Art In Heaven. Yes? Don't interrupt me. I'm praying. But -- you called ME! Called you? No, I didn't call you. I'm praying. Our Father who art in Heaven. There -- you did it again!
Why does God allow pain? “It’s great to be here,” Tony Dungy told the crowd, then adding with a laugh, “I just wish I wasn’t here in this capacity so many times of being just that close to being in the game and just being an invited speaker."
Two traveling angels stopped to spend the night in the home of a wealthy family. The family was rude and refused to let the angels stay in the mansion's guest room. Instead the angels were given a small space in the cold basement.
After being interviewed by the school administration, the eager teaching prospect said, "Let me see if I've got this right." You want me to go into that room with all those kids, and fill their every waking moment with a love for learning. And I'm supposed to instill a sense of pride in their ethnicity, modify their disruptive behavior, observe them for signs of abuse and even censor their t-shirt messages and dress habits."
If you put a buzzard in a pen six or eight feet square and entirely open at the top, the bird, in spite of his ability to fly, will be an absolute prisoner.
In Brooklyn, New York, Chush is a school that caters to learning disabled children. Some children remain in Chush for their entire school career, while others can be main-streamed into conventional schools.
Which way do we turn? How do we know when we can go? Stop! No, Go! No, Wait!
My alarm went off -- it was Sunday again; I was tired -- it was my one day to sleep in. But the guilt I'd have felt the rest of the day would have been too much, so I'd go. I showered and shaved, and adjusted my suit and tie.
A wealthy man and his son loved to collect rare works of art. They had everything from Picasso to Raphael. They would often sit together and admire the great works. When the Vietnam conflict broke out, the son went to war.