I make eggs for breakfast just about every morning, depending on how our chickens are feeling. And I have finally learned that if I talk too much between the time I take the eggs out of the pan and dig in at the table, my eggs will get cold.
Sadly, one indicator of Effingham's family-oriented growth has succumbed to economic pressure, and I for one will miss it. As some in the county may already know, Baibry's Coffee and Café in Rincon has closed its doors for good.
Of all the biblical prescriptions and proscriptions Christians often feel they struggle with, the commandment to forgive has got to be in the top three. Who among us doesn't feel even the least bit inadequate when considering these words from Colossians 3:13: "Forbearing one another, and forgiving one another, if any man has a quarrel against any: even as Christ forgave you, so also do ye"?
This morning, as I was getting off I-95 at the Abercorn Extension exit, I came across a person asking for a handout. You can call them panhandlers or street people, I suppose; the Bible just calls them beggars.
This past week I spoke with a friend about encountering failure. His business was going south, and I reminded him of the many people who were able to use failure in a positive way, indeed some that would tell you their later success was precisely due to their experience of failure.
Recently, a little boy met Pope Francis and told him that he was sad over his dog dying. The father of the Roman Catholic Church reportedly told the boy that his companion will be waiting for him in heaven.
You may have heard Paul Harvey's modern day parable of the Christmas story, which was first broadcast in 1965. The first time I heard the story, I was a little boy driving around in our family's station wagon with my father. I recall that this simple yet profound story made a big impact on me. Perhaps you might share this parable, which is aired every year at 12 noon on Christmas Day on stations that run Paul Harvey's program, with others.
Author Harriet Richie relates an incident in her family's life that revealed to her the true nature of Christmas: Following their church's Christmas Eve service, Harriet's family decided to stop somewhere for a late-night breakfast. The only place open that late on Christmas Eve was a truck stop off the nearby interstate.
If I had to describe how I could tell a Christian just by observing interactions, as in a business meeting, I would probably say I could see the fruit of the spirit in the person's kindness. In many ways, sheer kindness is often the mark of a person living as a Christian.