Who do you need to thank?I was pondering early this morning the people who have impacted me the most during my lifetime. I tried to remember aunts and uncles, grandparents; I went through a long list of people in my life. My dad was a great example of being a strong leader in the family.  He was a colonel in the army lived by rules and by following them. My grandparents were all good people. But I never got to know them, because of all of our moving around the world. Aunts and uncles were a...

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I was at King Soopers last week, in the deli department. I stood and waited for my turn. A young woman in her 30's stepped in front of me and two other women who had been waiting in line for about 5 minutes. She said out loud, as she raised her hand "excuse me; I would like to place an order." The woman in the red coat behind her said "you better get in line there are 3 of us ahead of you." Again, without missing a beat, the woman called out again, "I need someone to take my order, and I am in a...

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I just got off the phone with a friend of mine seeking some advice on how to handle a situation with his son and daughter in law. Both are 26 years old, and my buddy Bruce is frustrated with both of them, and its all over finances! Bruce is in the process of closing on his new house, a big step for him and his wife. When Bruce and his wife decided to buy this house, they felt that offering their old house to the kids would be great for them and investment for the kids future . His son and daugh...

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Let’s suppose you had a bank account that every morning at six a.m. the bank deposited eighty six thousand four hundred dollars into your account.  Like this idea?  The one requirement was that you had to spend it all that day.  When you went to bed at night, any of the money you had not spent would be debited back out of the account.  What would you do?  You'd spend every cent, wouldn't you? You'd figure out a way to use it. That is exactly what God does with you...

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I was taking my turn at batting practice for our church softball team at Shabbona Park in Park Forest, a suburb on the south side of Chicago. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed an older gentleman dressed in a blue suit leaning against the fence watching me hit softballs. I was hitting the balls over the 320 foot outfield fence onto people's roofs. I would look at this man as I got ready for another pitch. It was between my senior year in high school and freshman year in college. I had never h...

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