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Conventions and other things...

Kim, Michael and I got back into town yesterday afternoon. We traveled to north Texas for the annual meeting of the Baptist General Convention of Texas. We stayed at my parent's place in Cleburne so they could have some grandson time while Kim and I attended the convention. Well, we almost made it to my parent's house before Kim realized that we had packed all of Michael's stuff, but had forgotten our own clothes. We had the t-shirts and shorts we were wearing and the t-shirts and shorts we brought to wear home. So...I opted to not go and buy new clothes for two days just to go to the convention. Kim rested, Michael played with my parents, and I studied for two days. Oh well.

I hope you all remembered to give thanks for our veterans on Veteran's Day. Jesus told us, "Greater love has no man than this, that he lay down his life for his friends." Veterans do this for us every day, and we should be thankful for their great love for all of us. They had their families sacrifice so much. It is right and good for us to pause, remember, and give thanks. Have you hugged a veteran lately?

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Anonymous said…
As a matter of fact I am privelaged to hug one everyday- as many times a day as I want and I highly recommend it! For those of you who do not know Hugh is retired Marine Corp and fought in the Gulf War..... you are very right in we should be so thankful for their service...it is an unexplainable passion he has for his country. I have learned so much from watching his display of feelings over this war and I have come to the understanding that I am different in the fact that my eyes have not seen what his eyes have and I can not begin to understand what our freedom really costs. I do know that because of him and his father- who is retired navy I have a DEEP respect for our military and I thank God everyday for raising up men and women who will fight so that I may attend a church of my choice and pray as I desire in public or private. For this I am eternally grateful and I also reccomend thanking and hugging a veteran as often as you can.

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