My father wasn’t the warm cuddly type. He didn’t play board games, not even scrabble! But as an athlete, he loved sports and interacted with us, especially my brother, in that arena. However, school, books, and homework were a definite guaranteed fulcrum around which we bonded.
We brought home a new collection of chicks this spring to replace our older hens who had quit laying. This new menagerie is a funny looking eclectic bunch with goofy personalities to match their now awkward looking teenage selves.
I took this picture over a month ago. On seeing the eagerness of these hatchlings to have their voices heard, and after sharing this picture with my sisters, one of them suggested this title and idea for today’s blog post.
From the time I was in second grade till I left home for University in the U.S., we lived in the same house on the Arab Baptist Theological Seminary (ABTS) campus. Perched on the foothills over-looking the Mediterranean Sea, ABTS was an ideal backdrop for childhood adventures, and I certainly had many!
I made the mistake of settling in a bit too comfortably in quarantine. In our little peaceful cocoon, I got used to our calming cadence so much so that I forgot about the angst of normal life. I was lulled into a nap.
Do you remember those WWJD bracelets that church youth groups passed out during the late 80s and early 90s? Their intention was to serve as an ever-present prompt for the young people to use to self-exam during questionable or difficult situations.