We are in exile in Shreveport waiting on my wife’s open heart surgery. They moved it out a week while she recovers from aÂ traumatic event that happened the first night in the hospital here. Her roomate died unexpectedly in the night, but this is not about that.
Last night we got a call from a priest friend in Montana. He serves a parish on an Indian Reservation, and had gotten together with a few friends for some special prayer for me and my wife in a sweat lodge. Our friend informed us that one of the men praying for us was in her second grade class there on the reservation. He remebered that I had visited from Tennessee before our marriage and given him a squirrel tail.
The point of this is that you never knowÂ what dividends may flow from kindness to a child. A little time invested 40 years ago is paying off big now. To any who may read this please invest a few seconds of prayer for us now.