On a cold February morning I had traveled to spend a few hours with Dad. By the end of the first week of September, he would be in heaven. Dad was in a reflective mood that morning about deeply spiritual moments of his past. He shared with me this memory I had never heard before.
Read MoreI remember the first time I was aware that not everyone respected our US Presidents. I was a very young elementary student, and John F. Kennedy had been elected president. Our class at school was sharply divided or whether or not he was an answer to prayer or a demon straight from hell. We were too young to even have an opinion of our own. Everyone was spouting information, mostly misinformation, based on what they had heard. When I reported a bit of what I had heard, my Dad sharply reprimanded me for repeating ugly things. He reminded me that this man was now our president, and if I had Jesus in my heart, my job was to honor, respect, and pray for him.
