Once upon a time, a man and his children walked through the Smithsonian Institute.  They browsed each exhibit slowly, taking in the beauty of the various pieces on display.

       Most of you spent a little more time watching TV and reading newspapers earlier this month as America marked the 10th anniversary of 9/11.

Sometimes I have to wonder if there isn't any creativity left in Hollywood, New York or wherever else they film TV shows. At our house, we enjoy a few of the newer shows, like Castle, or The Mentalist, Burn Notice or a new series we found called White Collar.

In some church traditions, September 14 is observed as Holy Cross Day or “The Triumph of the Cross.”  It is a minor festival but gives opportunity to celebrate the cross as an instrument of redemption and triumph in a way not appropriate during Holy Week, when the emphasis is on the suffering and death of Jesus.

Around the holidays, my cousin and I used to joke about our aunts all getting together and comparing health stories.  Usually it would center around testing their blood for Diabetes.

        The good news about August allergies is that they force me to spend more time inside, which gives me more chances to read.

  Romans 13:8-14 Matthew 18:15-29 Our heroine, bound hand, foot and every where in between by heavy ropes is tied to a set of railroad tracks.

     Go ahead. Click play. Then keep reading.  [VIDEO]           The questions that Alan Jackson asked our nation on Nov.

Click to read  A Tragedy Unfolds the first poem in the series  The tears still flow from my eyes despite The ten years since that day The world stood still and hell broke loose And terror came our way 　 The towers gone forever now The field holds 93 The Pentagon is now repaired But some cannot be free 　 Free from fears and all their pain The details very clear Their loved ones gone but still remain So loved and oh so dear 　 Around the world they’re being built Memorials to those Who lost their lives on that sad day From hateful, evil foes   　The firefighters, rescuers And those who came to aid Are heroes in our hearts and minds Who’s deeds will never fade 　 On this day, a special one We lift them up to Thee We pray they’re gathered close to You Some Perched upon your knee 　 The ten years since has still not healed My broken heart or tears And ten more years, when they have past The pealing bells we’ll hear 　 For this dear land and all who live Within these mighty states Shall never cede this land to those Who’s lives are filled with hate 　 My heart goes out, this ten years since To those who lost their lives To those who tried to rescue them The husbands, children, wives 　 My tears still flow for all of those Still here to grieve and cry And pray that there will never be More terror from the sky 　 It’s now ten years, I’m just more proud I’ll shout as loud I can It’s in my blood, my heart and mind YES, I’m American.

Ten years since my tears did flow...sequel to A Tragedy Unfolds A Tragedy Unfolds   The tears flowed from my eyes today, When I heard the awful news.