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One day, as God was sitting in all of heaven’s sovereignty and sanctity and etherealness and stuff, little Randy came to visit.
Randy was the youngest angel trainee in the squad’s junior division. He had just graduated Angel Second Grade. He had freckles and missing front teeth. He hadn’t yet earned his halo. His wings hadn’t fully dropped yet.
This house is a tomb. Ever since the kid left. We’ve had a kid here at the lake for the past several days. Our goddaughter. She left this morning.
Gold Star wife Sharrell Anne Shaw shares her emotional reaction after her Memorial Day plea for photos of her fallen husband’s grave at Arlington National Cemetery went viral on ‘Fox & Friends.’
How I ended up walking into a sliding glass door in a supermarket is pretty simple. I got a text from my wife. I looked at my phone to read the message and, WHAM! Goodbye nasal cartilage.
“Socialism does not collapse because it runs out of money. It collapses because it runs out of truth. Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn understood this better than almost anyone alive. The Soviet Union was not held together by productivity, innovation, or freedom. It was held together by fear and a mountain of compulsory lies. Citizens learned to repeat obvious nonsense simply to survive. Newspapers reported record harvests while shelves sat empty. The state called itself a workers’ paradise while millions disappeared into camps. As the Bible warns in The Bible, Satan is ‘the father of lies,’ and every authoritarian system follows the same blueprint: suppress truth, punish dissent, and force the population to publicly kneel before fiction. The gulag was not the beginning of the process. It was the final invoice.”
Today, I presented this sermon to the church body where I attend. It took 22 minutes to present, but a lifetime to learn the truth of this message. Fill in gaps as you read, and you can hear God speaking clearly.
Cracker Barrel is quiet this time of night. There are few cars in the parking lot. My wife is with me. We’ve been traveling all day.
On the way into the restaurant, I see a few kids sitting on rockers outside. They’re playing checkers.
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The albergue looks like a mountain chalet. We are snugly situated deep within the Fonfaraón Mountains, which climb high into the Spanish sky, separating us from an entire civilization below the cloud line.
Here atop the world, the mountain peaks look like incarnations of the Appalachians, with a fuzzy, green carpet-like texture, rounded edges, and swooping valleys that gather pools of fog like a white lake.
We will be hiking this today.
We find a table in the old Spanish café and order two cafés con leche. I order our breakfast by repeatedly tapping the menus and saying in English, “Uh, I’m sorry, I don’t know this word…”
My waitress finds my ordering technique amusing.
In Deuteronomy 11:13-21 we learn how God wants us to teach our children, instructing them in the ways of the Lord at all times. God is faithful in return, making it so our physical lives on this earth are sustained. When we eat we will be satisfied.
My granddaddy said you can tell a lot about a person by the way they treat a dog. Someone who treats a dog badly, is a bad person. A person who treats a dog with regard and deference is a good egg.
Right now, my wife is holding our blind coonhound, Marigold. She holds our rescue adoptee like a baby. Not like a dog.
My Uber driver is in her mid-30s, and she is friendly. She is driving us to our hotel, and we are stuck in gridlock traffic.
There is a network of tattoos adorning her limbs. As she drives, I notice a thumbprint tattoo on her neck. I ask about this tattoo.
My packing list for the Camino:
Hiking boots. The route we will be taking to Santiago this year is called the Camino Primitivo. It is the oldest route to Santiago. The first pilgrim to hike this particular route hiked it 1,200 years ago, shortly after the birth of Willie Nelson.
America is betwixt and between more things than you can shake a stick at. The conflict with Iran is on the front burner. Every election cycle at every level is another contest worth winning. Every institution – Government, Business, Education, Media, Arts and Entertainment, Religion, and Family is caught in the crossfire of a No Mans Lands in the Great U.S. Culture War. That’s the struggle against Cultural Marxism and it’s new, best ally – Islamist Totalitarianism.
The little boy was already on this plane when we boarded. He has a backpack bigger than he is. And a stuffed animal. He is maybe seven years old.
We passengers can hear him talking to anyone within earshot. He is loud. He is chatty. He does not use an indoor voice.
The kid is nothing but friendly.
There is an ancient proverb that says, “The couple that does not record audiobooks together stays together.”
These are wise words. I know this now because recently, I wrote a book with my wife. This past weekend, Jamie and I recorded the audiobook version together, which was a lot of fun. And anyway, now I’m scheduled for dental surgery.
Today, we Americans are marching to a new ‘Path to Glory” for our country much as our founders and ancestors had to do. Today, we must continue to be Americans First citizens and rise above partisan politics and political parties. We must face the future solving our problems and plans looking through a reality prism not a political one and seek to restore this great country, our Republic and the Constitution. The goal ahead is to select common-sense leaders who understand our challenges and have the vision to lead us to a secure America so all can be in the pursuit of happiness and a thankful life.
It’s a mess, that’s what it is. When you land in Hartsfield-Jackson Atlanta Third World International Airport, you’re walking into a battle zone.
