Buckshots

      I realized the other day, I do not look into a mirror that often.   When shaving, I study a portion of my face but do not take in the entire picture.   It is only when getting a haircut, when the barber turns the chair to the mirror upon completion and I take in the entire effect.   My haircuts take very little time and when I see my reflection, I again realize I am REAL bald and getting seriously older by the minute.   I have crinkly eyes, a grey mustache, and hair appears on and in my ears.          I still have a mental image that I am around 20 years old and am astonished how much older those around me are getting.   My bride and I went to see the band CHICAGO some time back and I was surprised how many “old folks” were in attendance.   Nancy pointed out they looked exactly like us!   WHAT!   I look like a 67 year old grandpa?        I have never been a good judge of women’s ages…anywhere from 15-55 they fall into a general category.  I was riding down the elevator

      I have always been comforted by the scripture in Hebrews 13:2…”Don’t forget to show hospitality to strangers, for in doing so, some have entertained angels without knowing it.”   I DO believe there are angels and spirits all around us.   We do not always see them, but they are here and I believe they are   placed by the grace of God to look after us.   I know this to be true because I have encountered them and have felt their presence in my life.      Throughout my life I have prayed for intersession and have received help.  My first marriage was very difficult and my wife insisted on a divorce.  We had two young children and I was desperate about the impact this would have on them.  With Christmas approaching, I was alone in my apartment bed, despondent, teary and praying, when I literally felt a strong, reassuring hand press down on my chest, and rub…like you would reassure a small child.  I felt a presence say to me, “Relax…I am with you.  You are going to be OK.”  Thi