I am an old coot myself. Full of regrets, remembering nothing more than all the mistakes along the way, that have led me, as I believe, to this rotten place, one step or two from a sleeping bag under a freeway overpass.
I took out $200 dollars from an ATM this morning, or maybe it was yesterday, saw the balance of my account, bigger than it ever was, and cried, like Howard Hughes must have cried, he with all his money, all his loneliness, and his madness.
Just this year I realized the futility of the rat race, the meaninglessness of all my financial riches, which buy me nothing a man’s soul needs on this earth.
10-4 me too on that one---There's a little bit of the miserable Ebeneezer Scrooge in all of us. Let it be a catalyst to draw us even closer to His Light where real joy and peace reside.
no...no...no...no...no! You have your FRiends...and you live in AMERICA!
Sounds like a quote from Ecclesiastes. Hasn’t it always been so? But God is alive, and will make all things right at the end. God loves you. Merry Christmas.
“Just this year”
One of the people I am closest to developed and went through treatment for cancer and lived. When the doc gave out his diagnosis, he specifically said, “Congratulations! Today is the first day of the rest of your life.”
It was.
And now, you, too, can recognize the energy your mind, body and finances can create. From the touch of your keyboard to the expertise you give in business or life, you now walk like Indiana Jones in his “Last Crusade”: a leap of faith.
This year is the crucible for next year’s smithy. And next year, as we all know, is going to be all hands on deck. The white hot fire of testing is made snowy white in the purity of belief and conviction. We will have to be heavy lifters in many respects, walking in our own leaps of faith.
And so have we all come to Christmas. A very Merry Christmas to all!