Years ago, kids could ride just about anywhere in a car. Many remember, as a small child, standing next to mom or dad as they drove. Heck, the 1960 Chevy Corvair boasted a dash baby cradle. I have a memory of stretching out at the rear window as Dad drove. It was night, and as the car whispered along, I lay back there in silence watching the dazzling stars.
Sometimes I feel like I’m becoming an old church guy who is against everything. They say old people are already mad about being old, so it doesn’t take much to tick them off. Ouch!
Here’s a different version of corn salad than the Mexican one you always see.
Many of you are familiar with Jesus’ sermon on the mount and remember that portion in which Jesus pronounces, “Blessed are the peacemakers. . .” I once saw a comedy sketch in which some men were far back in the crowd that day. One asked, “What did he say?” Another responded: “‘Blessed are the cheese makers.’ But it’s not meant literally; he means all makers of dairy products.”
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