- Had two great services today! This morning's service was a great opportunity to let people know that their loneliness doesn't have to overwhelm them. I was impressed by how many people were transparent enough to say, "Yeah, I struggle with loneliness". Remember that God's greatest desire is to have an intimate connection with us. We don't have to "learn to be lonely".
- Tonight's service was very sobering for me. We watched a message that John McArthur preached at a 2007 National Day of Prayer service in Colorado Springs in which he explains from scripture how God abandons nations that reject Him to their own devices. Sadly, I agree with him that America seems to be in that exact position. May God have mercy on us. This is truly a urgent time of prayer for our country.
- I have to brag on Ryan a little more tonight. He won his race at the Robert Lee Cross Country meet yesterday. Not only did he win, but he was so far ahead of everyone else, that when he crossed the finish line after the two-mile race, the second place finisher wasn't even in sight yet!
- It's raining pretty hard as I write this. Thank you, God! I hope it keeps raining through the night.
- Have a great week!
November 13, 1989. 11:30 AM I had just finished my lunch in the teacher's workroom and was walking back to my classroom. I was teaching at San Jacinto Elementary in San Angelo, Texas at the time. Up until then, it had been a typical November day. As I walked past the school office, the door swung open, and a fellow teacher stepped out with a look of concern on her face. She spoke directly to me and said, “Your wife’s on the phone, and it sounds serious.” I ran into the office, took the phone, and heard my wife say, “I don’t know what happened, but your brother is on life support in a hospital in Austin.” Twelve hours later, my father and I were sharing a room in a hotel on I-35 in Austin. My sister-in-law, Sandy, and her six-year-old daughter, Araceli, were in a room across the hall. I hardly slept that night. I would doze off and suddenly wake up to my father crying and calling out my brother’s name. My brother was dead. Osiel had collapsed that morning while his high s