Hospitality - A Holy Week Discipline
I heard an interesting sermon on Monday. No I wasn't at church when I heard it. It wasn't from a preacher either. It was from this very blond, very white, very young, FFA (Future Farmers of America) leader. If you know me, or have read my blogs, in particular Storehouses of Snow , you know that I am usually not too excited when I have to go to FFA, 4-H, Fairs, Achievement Days, Farm Bureau Events, and the like. As we pulled up to see the sea of blue jackets, I remembered when I first saw those jackets at Hickman High School. When I was a kid, there were no FFA Chapters in Brooklyn that I was aware of - this was new. I would laugh at the Aggies. Later my husband would teach Vo-Ag. Those blue jackets took his time and attention. He'd leave me for long trips to the State Fair, State Conventions, and the Annual National Convention that always fell on my birthday. I don't have a long love affair with FFA. FFA, 4-H and the like have alwa...