Tag: funeral
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“Now Thank We All Our God”
I’m almost done writing the first draft of my next book. My first two books in this series about the stories behind hymns were focused on hymns on a particular theme. My first book was a small book about the stories of 31 hymns that were based on the Psalms. My second book had 51…
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A Glimpse of God’s Love
Last Saturday, Mim and I tried to drive to Chicago, normally about a two and a half hour drive, for a memorial service. Unfortunately, we got only as far as the distant northwest suburbs before we decided to turn around and go home. Although the weather forecast for Chicago was to get only 1 to…
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Ghostly Tricks
Over the past 14 years, Mim and I have cared for more than twenty elderly people who have lived with us in our home, usually one or two residents at a time. Almost all of them have lived out their last days with us. Some of them lived with us for just a few days,…
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Consistency vs. Change
Five years, four months, and one week. That’s how long I’ve been writing weekly blog posts for the Whispering Winds Blog. As of today, that’s 279 posts. I’ve been fortunate enough to have had something to write about every single week without exception. Sometimes the ideas have come from Mim, or Pastor Jeff, or something…
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Grinning from Ear to Ear
Floey greeted me as I walked in the door. “Hey, Mom, welcome home. But why do you have such a big smile on your face? I thought you were at a funeral.” “You’re right, Floey. I was at a funeral. It was the fifteenth funeral I’ve played the organ for so far this year. It…
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Friends and Relatives, Cats and Dogs
How many friends and relatives, cats and dogs does it take to make one’s life wonderful? Hundreds. Maybe thousands. What it takes to make a life wonderful is to learn to appreciate – to be thankful for – the enrichment each person and pet contributes to one’s life. During the last couple weeks, Mim and…
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Getting Caught Whispering
On Thursday of last week I played the organ for the funeral of Wayne, a young man, age 64. He was the kid brother of Gary, a classmate of mine. Gary died a few years ago. Gary and Wayne grew up in the house in Cambridge next door to my grandma. We were never close…