There are moments when words feel too small, too fragile to carry the weight of glory. Easter morning is one of those moments. The sky feels a little wider, as if heaven has leaned in to listen. The sunlight is not just light—it’s promise. And though the tulips bloom and the pews fill and the …
Some of the oddest things spark old memories. Psychologists call them emotional triggers, but I believe they are God-given catalysts of recall. A song we hear or a sight we see can quickly place our minds in retro mode.
Sons learn from fathers, but that’s not just true for people. It’s true for birds, too.
Something has gone wrong for an endangered black and yellow bird species in Australia, the regent honeyeater. Researchers found that 12 percent of male regent honeyeaters in the study failed to learn any songs specific to their species. Only a few hundred of these birds remain, so it’s a severe problem.
The males are not learning the love song they need for courtship with females. The males have to learn it from the father birds. But when young males don’t have proper role models, they learn the wrong songs from the wrong birds.
Today marks the annual recognition of the monumental price paid for our liberty. The holiday is not just the end of a long weekend. It should be the renewal of fresh patriotic appreciation for the nearly 700,000 warriors who died in combat from the Revolutionary War to the War on Terror. Their Country called, and they sacrificed their dreams and lives to secure freedom.
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