| Date |
Title |
|---|---|
| Jan 31, 2013 | Sailor Left the Sea |
| Jan 30, 2013 | The Fix |
| Jan 29, 2013 | Fishless |
| Jan 28, 2013 | My Job's Harder |
| Jan 27, 2013 | What You See Is What You Carry |
| Jan 26, 2013 | That’s Bad, That’s Good |
| Jan 25, 2013 | Defender of the Weak |
| Jan 24, 2013 | Clean |
| Jan 23, 2013 | Bleacher Chatter |
| Jan 21, 2013 | The Lively Street |
| Jan 20, 2013 | Saintly Seeds |
| Jan 19, 2013 | Lover Boy |
| Jan 18, 2013 | A Patient Man |
| Jan 17, 2013 | Silent Performance |
| Jan 16, 2013 | Almost Infinitesimal |
| Jan 15, 2013 | A Prayer for the Warrior |
| Jan 14, 2013 | Money, Money, Money |
| Jan 13, 2013 | New Hope |
| Jan 12, 2013 | Temper, Temper |
| Jan 10, 2013 | The Idealist |
| Jan 9, 2013 | The Parenthood Club |
| Jan 8, 2013 | Faith and Luck |
| Jan 7, 2013 | Eye Light |
| Jan 6, 2013 | Green Eggs |
| Jan 4, 2013 | Far from Eden |
| Jan 3, 2013 | The Negotiation |
| Jan 2, 2013 | Spring Ball |
| Jan 1, 2013 | Angels Don’t Eat |
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Daily Devotion:
Title: A Patient Man
Date: January 18, 2013
At 4:30 on an afternoon in 1934, Panos walked home from his factory shift, kissed Georgia, his wife, and descended the cellar stairs, stopping first at the top to click on the lights. Downstairs in the cellar sat his wife’s manual washing machine with a pair of wooden rollers on top, lines and lines of clothesline with his young family’s laundry drying, a wash basin, a clothes-folding table, soap, the family commode, and a wooden bulkhead door that led to their backyard garden and the grape arbor. Panos looked down at his homemade toolbox with its long dowel handle. His toolbox held his hand tools – a hammer, a handsaw, a hand-turned drill, two screwdrivers, a wooden fold-out ruler, plus a nail can, a screw can, two large hinges, a door latch and a keyed padlock. He looked across the cellar at his new 35-gallon and 45-gallon, empty wine barrels. Next to his two barrels stood two saw horses and a stack of pine boards, all of which – both barrels and boards – he had carried on his shoulders, making several trips over several city blocks, over several evenings. That evening, Panos started to build a wooden closet where he planned to store his barrels, and ferment his wine. America’s Prohibition had forced Panos to wait a decade to make his own wine.
He had to learn patience.
Let’s Pray: Dear God, teach me patience, and help me bear “provocation, annoyance, misfortune, or pain, without complaint, loss of temper, or irritation.” Amen.
Today’s Thought Is from Saint Francis de Sales: “Have patience with all things, but chiefly have patience with yourself.”
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