Showing posts with label Family. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Family. Show all posts
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Merry Christmas!
Merry Christmas to you all and remember that the season is a time for family, faith and sharing. Take the time to enjoy and we'll see you in the new year.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
My "Good Life" by Joe
The good life is being able to retire at 40 and then coach your sons team to the little league world series and win it. Afterwards taking two months to drive around the country, visiting different state parks, national parks, amusement parks, going to sporting events and seeing the different stadiums.
It's showing my sons the country they live in and letting them see it with their own eyes instead of just reading about it. Creating lasting memories for the entire family.
~Joe from New York
~~~Joe and his family have now done all this stuff. Congratulations Joe and let that be an inspiration to us all.~~~
It's showing my sons the country they live in and letting them see it with their own eyes instead of just reading about it. Creating lasting memories for the entire family.
~Joe from New York
~~~Joe and his family have now done all this stuff. Congratulations Joe and let that be an inspiration to us all.~~~
Friday, January 02, 2009
Our Lives Are Stories
This was taken from the Ransomed Heart. I found it to be interesting because I think so many of us do this. I know I enjoy hearing the story of my family and friends but also people I meet in my work and in my travels. We all have wonderfully, fascinating stories to share.
~Corey
~~~
Life, you’ll notice, is a story.
Life doesn’t come to us like a math problem. It comes to us the way that a story does, scene by scene. You wake up. What will happen next? You don’t get to know—you have to enter in, take the journey as it comes. The sun might be shining. There might be a tornado outside. Your friends might call and invite you to go sailing. You might lose your job.
Life unfolds like a drama. Doesn’t it? Each day has a beginning and an end. There are all sorts of characters, all sorts of settings. A year goes by like a chapter from a novel. Sometimes it seems like a tragedy. Sometimes like a comedy. Most of it feels like a soap opera. Whatever happens, it’s a story through and through.
“All of life is a story,” Madeleine L’Engle reminds us.
This is helpful to know. When it comes to figuring out this life you’re living, you’d do well to know the rest of the story.
You come home one night to find that your car has been totaled. Now, all you know is that you loaned it for a couple of hours to your teenage daughter, and now here it is, all smashed up. Isn’t the first thing out of your mouth, “What happened? ” In other words, “Tell me the story.”
Somebody has some explaining to do, and that can be done only in hearing the tale they have to tell. Careful now—you might jump to the wrong conclusion. Doesn’t it make a difference to know that she wasn’t speeding, that in fact the other car ran a red light? It changes the way you feel about the whole thing. Thank God, she’s all right.
Truth be told, you need to know the rest of the story if you want to understand just about anything in life. Love affairs, layoffs, the collapse of empires, your child’s day at school—none of it makes sense without a story.
(Epic, 2-4)
~~~
If you want to get to know someone, you need to know their story. Their life is a story. It, too, has a past and a future. It, too, unfolds in a series of scenes over the course of time. Why is Grandfather so silent? Why does he drink too much? Well, let me tell you. There was a terrible battle in World War II, in the South Pacific, on an island called Okinawa. Tens of thousands of American men died or were wounded there; some of them were your grandfather’s best friends. He was there, too, and saw things he has never been able to forget.
“But in order to make you understand,” explained novelist Virginia Woolf, “to give you my life, I must tell you a story.”
I expect all of us, at one time or another, in an attempt to understand our lives or discover what we ought to do, have gone to someone else with our stories. This is not merely the province of psychotherapists and priests, but of any good friend. “Tell me what happened. Tell me your story, and I’ll try to help you make some sense of it.”
We humans share these lingering questions: “Who am I really? Why am I here? Where will I find life? What does God want of me?” The answers to these questions seem to come only when we know the rest of the story.
As Neo said in The Matrix Reloaded, “I just wish I knew what I am supposed to do.” If life is a story, what is the plot? What is your role to play? It would be good to know that, wouldn’t it? What is this all about?
(Epic, 6-7)
Get the Ransomed Heart Podcast at www.ransomedheart.com/podcast
~Corey
~~~
Life, you’ll notice, is a story.
Life doesn’t come to us like a math problem. It comes to us the way that a story does, scene by scene. You wake up. What will happen next? You don’t get to know—you have to enter in, take the journey as it comes. The sun might be shining. There might be a tornado outside. Your friends might call and invite you to go sailing. You might lose your job.
Life unfolds like a drama. Doesn’t it? Each day has a beginning and an end. There are all sorts of characters, all sorts of settings. A year goes by like a chapter from a novel. Sometimes it seems like a tragedy. Sometimes like a comedy. Most of it feels like a soap opera. Whatever happens, it’s a story through and through.
“All of life is a story,” Madeleine L’Engle reminds us.
This is helpful to know. When it comes to figuring out this life you’re living, you’d do well to know the rest of the story.
You come home one night to find that your car has been totaled. Now, all you know is that you loaned it for a couple of hours to your teenage daughter, and now here it is, all smashed up. Isn’t the first thing out of your mouth, “What happened? ” In other words, “Tell me the story.”
Somebody has some explaining to do, and that can be done only in hearing the tale they have to tell. Careful now—you might jump to the wrong conclusion. Doesn’t it make a difference to know that she wasn’t speeding, that in fact the other car ran a red light? It changes the way you feel about the whole thing. Thank God, she’s all right.
Truth be told, you need to know the rest of the story if you want to understand just about anything in life. Love affairs, layoffs, the collapse of empires, your child’s day at school—none of it makes sense without a story.
(Epic, 2-4)
~~~
If you want to get to know someone, you need to know their story. Their life is a story. It, too, has a past and a future. It, too, unfolds in a series of scenes over the course of time. Why is Grandfather so silent? Why does he drink too much? Well, let me tell you. There was a terrible battle in World War II, in the South Pacific, on an island called Okinawa. Tens of thousands of American men died or were wounded there; some of them were your grandfather’s best friends. He was there, too, and saw things he has never been able to forget.
“But in order to make you understand,” explained novelist Virginia Woolf, “to give you my life, I must tell you a story.”
I expect all of us, at one time or another, in an attempt to understand our lives or discover what we ought to do, have gone to someone else with our stories. This is not merely the province of psychotherapists and priests, but of any good friend. “Tell me what happened. Tell me your story, and I’ll try to help you make some sense of it.”
We humans share these lingering questions: “Who am I really? Why am I here? Where will I find life? What does God want of me?” The answers to these questions seem to come only when we know the rest of the story.
As Neo said in The Matrix Reloaded, “I just wish I knew what I am supposed to do.” If life is a story, what is the plot? What is your role to play? It would be good to know that, wouldn’t it? What is this all about?
(Epic, 6-7)
Get the Ransomed Heart Podcast at www.ransomedheart.com/podcast
Friday, November 14, 2008
Feel Good Friday- O Captain, my Captain Kangaroo
A wonderful tribute to Bob Keeshan aka Captain Kangaroo. I grew up watching this show and wish this man was still around to entertain and teach the children of today. We miss you Mr. Keeshan... Oh Captain my Captain!
~Corey
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up--for you the flag is flung for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
~Walt Whitman
~Corey
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up--for you the flag is flung for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
~Walt Whitman
Tuesday, July 03, 2007
Cheekwood Botanical Gardens are Free for anyone 17
There's good news at Cheekwood: Saturdays are free for anyone 17 and under between now and Sept. 1. That means the young folks can explore the galleries and grounds for free and also enjoy the free Saturday A.M. art programs that are designed for 2- to 10-year-olds every Saturday between 10 a.m. and noon.
Regular admission to Cheekwood is $10, $5 for children 6-17 and free for the 6 and younger crowd. If you can't make it on a Saturday, the next best bet is the family cap of $30 where a family of four or five can get in for the $30 fixed price.
Cheekwood is at 1200 Forrest Park Drive. 356-8000 or www.cheekwood.org.
This is from Ms. Cheap in the Tennessean.
Regular admission to Cheekwood is $10, $5 for children 6-17 and free for the 6 and younger crowd. If you can't make it on a Saturday, the next best bet is the family cap of $30 where a family of four or five can get in for the $30 fixed price.
Cheekwood is at 1200 Forrest Park Drive. 356-8000 or www.cheekwood.org.
This is from Ms. Cheap in the Tennessean.
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