You know, after a whole lot of airplane flights in my life, it was refreshing one day to have a pilot who really took seriously that little phrase "friendly skies." He was a friendly pilot! He was kind enough to keep pointing out what we were seeing below. Most pilots are friendly, but they don't take all the time to, you know, be kind of a tour guide and say, "On the left side..." "On the right side of the plane..."
You know, it's kind of dangerous being in organized crime. Oh, I don't know that myself, but well they have this federal government's Witness Protection Program. It used to be very hard to get people to testify in organized crime cases for a very good reason. They knew it could cost them their lives. Today they know that the government will, through the Witness Protection Program, set them up with a whole new identity, in a whole new location, and they can live out the rest of their lives safely.
The summer of '88 might seem like a long time ago, but man, it left an indelible mark on Yellowstone National Park. Forest fires ravaged our national treasure. As you know, it left behind thousands of acres of charred landscape, displaced animals, dead animals. In fact, the fire almost reached that famous geyser called Old Faithful. It came very, very close to it.
Our family had a chance to visit Colonial Williamsburg, that great restored 18th-century village there in Virginia. And as we were looking at one of the more important homes there in Colonial Williamsburg, we noticed a lot of activity in the yard next to the house. I went over and I asked some people what was going on, and they said, "It's a dig." Sure enough, here were some archeologists and college students excavating in the yard to find the remains of the old slave quarters and to discover some treasures there in the dirt that would give them some idea of the lifestyle of those slaves back in the 18th century.
Since I was three times a parent, I had to learn something about motivating kids to study. And that's not an easy job; it doesn't come naturally to most of us to want to just sit down and study. But I learned that there are a number of incentives. There are scholarships, threats, rewards, privileges, impassioned speeches. But I've also noticed that there are two words that motivate faster study than anything I know. Those words are "Final Exam."
On our list of holidays that we all celebrate each year, I have a sneaking suspicion there might be one of them at least that was invented possibly by greeting card companies and florists. It's called Valentine's Day! Man, the valentines are flying. Of course our grandchildren when it was Valentine's Day...they were doing their part at school. Florists freak out and then they count their shekels the next day. And, of course, I even did my part by helping some struggling greeting card company. I had to; of course, get one for the woman I love.
When it was 7:00 a.m. in the Hutchcraft house, the word "chaos" took a new meaning - a typical school day morning. It was very exciting to get two teenage sons up, get them around, and get them dressed and out to school. Of course, both of them were a little crazy like their Mother, and that contributed to the chaos as well. Finally we were able to get them off to school.
In my many years of youth ministry I have learned that teenagers love to get mail, and if they get mail, they'll probably look at it. They don't actually get all that much sometimes. And when you send them a promotional piece, there has to be a good attention getter on it.
Well, it happened three times at the Hutchcraft house. Yep, a teenager learning to drive. With all of the angst that goes with that. Not for them; for us! And three times we'd come around to that question happening again and again, "Dad, can I have the car?" I have to tell you, I had real mixed emotions about that, and I had a lot of questions about "How far are you going to go?" "How long will you be gone?" "Where are you driving?" "Who are you going with?" I was apprehensive about turning over that ton of deadly metal to a teenage son. And probably all reasons, right?
Now if you've ever been a football widow, you understand how long those games seem to take. "I want my husband back. When is this thing going to be over?" Of course the commercials help it feel a lot longer, but you might ask yourself, "Well, what about all those huddles? I mean what a waste of time! There's a game to win. These guys are stopping after every play to get their heads together." Well, of course, it's not a waste of time at all. If they try to play without that regular huddle, they're going to go off in all kinds of confusion...and so will we.
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