Ramblings and Other Such Things

I came across this quote the other day from William Shakespeare's Henry V , it is the Crispain Day speech, where the troops, out numbered and out manned, are inspired to take on a greater French forces. I thought it was appropriate as we go into this Memorial Day weekend. Read it and remember... remember those who have come before. Who have paid dearly with life and blood, to provide you and me with the freedom we now take for granted. Please remember freedom is never, ever free. Generations past have known this, but I fear our current generation has lost its way. He that outlives this day, and comes safe home, Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd, And rouse him at the name of Crispian. He that shall live this day, and see old age, Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours, And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian.' Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars, And say 'These wounds I had on Crispian's day.' Old men forget; yet all shall be fo

Mysterious Ways by U2 Johnny take a walk with your sister the moon Let her pale light in to fill up your room You've been living underground Eating from a can You've been running away From what you don't understand... Love She's slippy You're sliding down She'll be there when you hit the ground It's alright, it's alright, it's alright She moves in mysterious ways It's alright, it's alright, it's alright She moves in mysterious ways Johnny take a dive with your sister in the rain Let her talk about the things you can't explain To touch is to heal To hurt is to steal If you want to kiss the sky Better learn how to kneel (on your knees boy) She's the wave She turns the tide She sees the man inside the child It's alright, it's alright, it's alright She moves in mysterious ways It's alright, it's alright, it's alright She moves in mysterious ways It's alright, it's alright, it's alright Lift my days,

"POPS! Where's POPS?" I hear that these words are said about me when I am not around. They get said by my two year old granddaughter. Yes, she calls me "Pops." When our grand children started to arrive my wife and I decided to choose fun names for ourselves. We felt we were too young to be called Grandma or Grandpa so we decided on Grams and Pops. We figured either the names would stick or we'd get picked up by Kellogg's as a breakfast cereal. I think that "Pops" is easier to say than "Grams". She has only called my wife by Grams a couple of times. Pops, when you think about it, is really only one sound that has to be made. Grams has like three, the "G" the "R" for "gr" then you have to add an "A" and the "MS" at the end: Gr-a-ms. So it was kind of fun that she started saying my name, "POPS." Over the last few months, I've been trying to find and relate to God in a d