Old Charlie sat in country sunshine,. His town hat pulled right down. To offer his squint some relief. From his mournful, perpetual frown. His hands, once steady on leather reins,. Shook gently on either thigh. And he stole borrowed smoke as the young went past. Another pleasure his doctor denied. He chatted with the words he had left,. Stories once lived and often retold. He was selling tickets when I walked past,.

Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up. Therefore, as we have opportunity, let us do good to all people, especially to those who belong to the family of believers. Wednesday, June 29, 2011. My intentions were to be able to blog daily about our trip, however, as it has been with all my trips to Africa and Asia, internet is severely limited. And how should I react? What would I do in their situation? .