SOMEBODY'S SONIn a city wrapped in twilight's embraceA young man wanders, lost in his place.Wearing dirty clothes and with weary eyes,He's adrift beneath the somber skies.A makeshift tent is now his home,A construction tarp, tattered and old.What he carries is his net worth,Seemingly forgotten on this earth.People see him every day;A few offer help, but …
10,227 Days
Anniversaries are counted by years, but marriage should be measured in days. Ten thousand two hundred twenty-seven days ago, my life changed for the best. The older I get, the more I realize each day with my wife Jenny is a gift from God. The routine of living, of sharing life, with my best friend …
The Scent of My Father
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.
For the Birds, Sons Need Fathers
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.
A Good Word 