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“When You Remember Me”

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This man, Frederick Buechner, writes some insightful messages. I love them. And so do the people who read yesterday’s quote about carrying our loved ones in our hearts, minds and stomachs. Two bloggers sent me hugs! Thank you SO much! Today I am posting a quote and giving Buechner’s direct link so whoever is so inclined, may help themselves to his writings.

“When you remember me, it means you have carried something of who I am with you, that I have left some mark of who I am on who you are. It means that you can summon me back to your mind even though countless years and miles may stand between us. It means that if we meet again, you will know me. It means that even after I die, you can still see my face and hear my voice and speak to me in your heart.”

― Frederick Buechner

How encouraging are these words; how poignant the message.

It’s About Time

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Don’t ask me why I thought about this topic; it’s just the way my mind works sometimes. These are just a few of the things we say about time:

Time heals all things

Time is money

Time stood still

Time is of the essence

Time flies

It’s about time

The time is right

Time out…

And this from Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 (KJV)…

To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:

A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;

A time to kill and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;

A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn and a time to dance;

A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;

A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;

A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;

A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.

 

 

 

Time Stood Still

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Time stood still for a young soldier in Ottawa yesterday morning.

One minute he was standing guard for his country and the next minute he was gone; shot to death for no reason other than that he stood for freedom and peace.

Time also stood still for the person responsible for such savagery.

One minute he was dealing death and the next minute he, too, was dead—thwarted in his attempt to kill again.

It took only minutes for the clock of life to stop for these two men.

Heaven’s gates surely opened wide for the young soldier—and the other?

Time will tell.