A song has been playing in my head lately, a Christian song from the 1960s. I think we sang it in church…but only on Sunday nights. At my childhood Baptist church there were songs only sung on Sunday morning such as “To God be the Glory,” “Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord God Almighty,” and “Blessed Assurance.” And then songs sung only on Sunday nights. “Standing on the Promises,” “Sing Them Over Again to Me,” and the one that’s been with me lately, “Heaven Came Down and Glory Filled m

As I have written in earlier Monday Thoughts, I am unapologetically a patriot. Which includes this time of year. When I get to vote. I know this thrill of voting for the leaders of my city, state and country comes from my dad - may his memory be a blessing. He reminded me on more than one occasion that this is what he fought for in WW2 - freedom. Including the freedom to vote. A vote that he never once, in his entire life, told anyone for whom he voted. So, yes, this time of

Thirteen years ago my son, Dugan, and I took a guided trip to Israel. It was a dream come true. Every stop we made brought the Bible and the words of Jesus to life. The week was filled with so much content that some of it has gone a bit hazy over time. Except for the weekend we spent in Jerusalem. We arrived on a Thursday night and the place was a-buzzing. People everywhere, markets galore, cars and buses driving along every road and highway. It was exciting and riveting, esp