By the NFL's desire to be more wholesome than apple pie, and by the grace of God, we are delivered from aberrant halftime show drivel this year! I also must thank the Lord for the invention of the Digital Video Recorder (DVR) which allowed our family to have a relatively normal day at soccer games with our girls, etc, and also enjoy a wonderful halftime show at the Super Bowl. Paul McCartney at 62, can still rock. Call me square, call me entertainment challenged, but I spent all 20 minutes of his show with a smile on my face! It was also good to have Anheuser Busch deal with their own sense of guilt from massive sales of game-day beer to deliver a
touching commercial saluting our citizen-soldiers. I resolve to shake the hand of a soldier, the next time I see one.
Get back! 
If you will look over
this post, you will know that our dear friend Julie has been struggling with very serious cancer. Tonight, we learned that Julie is back in the hospital, in a great deal of pain.
By way of the good people at
Whittingshire, may I encourage you with this thought:
"We can't pray for everyone. But we can each pray for someone. Before you go to bed tonight, think of someone who is grieving, lonely, ill, or in pain; someone who is stumbling because of his own flaws, or because of someone else's; someone who is hurtling toward disaster, or crawling toward good. Someone you know personally, or someone you don't. Choose someone, and then--for her sake, your sake, and heaven's sake--pray."
Might you pray for Julie...tonight?
