Friday, April 23, 2010
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
But Bubba, well, Bubba often lives in his own little world. As the team was running off the field, whooping and hollering, Bubba ran toward us exclaiming "Man, we've lost two games!"
"We lost again," Bubba said.
"No you didn't, Bubba. You won!" we corrected.
"Why did you think your team was so excited?"
"Because the game was over?"
Ah, well. Despite his seeming excitement that the game was over, he is truly having a great time. And I'd rather he be his clueless little self than the little boy on his team who winds up in tears after every strikeout.
Monday, April 19, 2010
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Friday, April 9, 2010
Thursday, April 8, 2010
"For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me."
"Then the righteous will answer him, 'Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you? When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you?
"The King will reply, 'I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me.' (Matthew 25:35-40)
I didn't see anything in that passage that mentioned communism or Nazism. In fact, I didn't see anything regarding politics at all. All I saw was about showing kindness to those in need.
Hell, even if you're not a Christian, putting some good out in the world can only help, right?
A couple of weeks ago, I went to a parent breakfast with Bubba. As part of the program, we played a game using some practice questions for the upcoming standardized test they're going to have to take. Some of the kids' parents weren't able to attend, so the teachers asked the parents who were there to help out. There was a little girl at our table that I helped who broke my heart. Her hands and her face were dirty. Her hair wasn't combed. Her clothes weren't clean. I can't get that little girl out of my mind. So tell me Glenn Beck, am I a bad person because I want to help her?