I know that my Redeemer lives! This morning, the pealing of the carillon greeted the rising sun while a chorus of birds sang joyfully from the trees. From all walks of life we gathered ... without respect to race, to political persuasion, to denomination ... to express our joy in this simple message: "I know that my Redeemer lives!"
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Friday, April 22, 2011
Happy Earth Day from the Deep South
I can hear ya'll snickering from here. It's not that. And don't bother to Google this folks; you probably won't get very far. You'll see pages and pages of ads for racecar bedding for little boys, videos of people racing down ski slopes atop mattresses, and pictures of people racing on open water using mattresses as rafts. But the mattress racing I'm talking about involves old bedding and race cars. If I have my facts correct from listening to the local radio station broadcasting from beautiful downtown Live Oak, Florida, mattresses dot the racetrack and initially it's comical to watch the drivers try to dodge them -- and each other -- as they race around the track. But the real fun apparently begins when drivers are forced to run over the things, which often get stuck underneath the car until maybe getting wrapped around the drive shaft and perhaps igniting.
Ain't got nothin' in football that even comes close to that.
Mattress racing. Now that's Southern -- that's us -- for you. Nothing, not even used bedding, goes to waste. Everything has a use, and if you hang on to it long enough, you'll discover its use. Southerners, the original recyclers; long before "Reduce, Reuse, Recycle" became the catchphrase for modern environmentalists, we adhered to the mantra "Use it up, wear it out, make it do or do without."
Happy Earth Day, Claudia and everybody else!
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