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Jim Langham

Truly a moment not made by hands PDF Print E-mail
Wednesday, July 24, 2013 1:53 PM

By Jim Langham

A special moment occurred last week, one that was so meaningful to me that it couldn't have been put together with planning, had I even tried.

I was in my hometown and decided to stop at a local restaurant for a cup of coffee. There is, in that restaurant, a counter that everyone refers to as “the horse shoe.” It is shaped as such and local people gather there for their coffee klatches, especially in the morning and in the afternoon.

When I walked into the eatery, I noticed the presence of a very special person in my life, Don Gerig, my high school band director. In his middle 80s now, Mr. Gerig has remained active in music through his retirement and for many years directed a men’s chorus in the community known as the “Edelweiss Singers.”

Teddy bears live forever in our hearts PDF Print E-mail
Wednesday, July 10, 2013 12:57 PM

Teddy bears live forever in our hearts

Homespun/By Jim Langham

I will never forget my sixth Christmas when a new friend came to visit our house. He has been one continuous friend that I have had for a lifetime. Today, he waits for me in a small study upstairs in our home. Very few people know about him these days, but deep inside he still brings the little kid out of me. Occasionally, I sneak in, hold him, and give him a hug, known only to the heart in my space.

Teddy Bear came to visit me one cold winter night when I was in the first grade. He showed up under an old-fashioned pine needle Christmas tree with his arms open. Those arms are still open to receive the love of a “little boy” some 60 years later.

18 hours symbolizes cancer journey PDF Print E-mail
Wednesday, June 05, 2013 2:17 PM

It was an 18-hour allegory of all that mixes into a cancer journey at this year’s Relay for Life event held at the Paulding County Fairgrounds this past weekend.

Sunshine, rain, storms, light, darkness, fluctuating emotions, a walking journey and personal support from those surrounding us all combined to represent an allegory of life for a cancer victim.

Jillene McMichael, member of the Relay Advisory Committee, gave a heartfelt comparison of the ingredients that make up a Relay event with the journey of cancer survivorship, noting that the 18 hours of a Relay event is symbolic of life of a cancer victim.

Meyer's escape from prison camp PDF Print E-mail
Wednesday, May 29, 2013 1:41 PM

By Jim Langham

The old adage that once you’ve been through a crisis, you can understand it better in the lives of others, would be a very difficult one for Bill Meyer, a holocaust survivor who lives in Geneva, Ind. to live out.

Most likely, there isn’t an individual around that went through what Meyer suffered while he was punished in a Nazi concentration camp during World War II.

Last Thursday, Meyer kept a packed house spellbound at the OSU Extension building, as he told those attending how he had been taken to a Westerbork, where he suffered from disease and, at the age of 13, saw his weight drop to 45 pounds during his two year stay.

Look for a miracle PDF Print E-mail
Wednesday, May 22, 2013 1:33 PM

By Jim Langham

Looking for a miracle? It’s been a tough week in some people’s lives that I know; in fact, unfortunately in the world that we live in, somebody is always having a variety of moods happen somewhere in the world around us.

All you have to do is walk through a 4-H fair and you realize that. Kids are jumping and embracing because they just received a grand championship trophy. But not far away, someone who worked equally as hard all year didn’t receive the recognition for their efforts as others did, so while some jump and rejoice, others hide near a quiet corner and cry their hearts out.

In hospitals, every feeling in the cycle of emotions is expressed in a short time. Someone receives tough news and sorrows in shock; someone else receives much better news than expected and is pouring forth with tears of joy. Some are coming, some are going, but all are experiencing the emotions of life that rotate in a day’s time.

The heart of a nurse PDF Print E-mail
Wednesday, May 08, 2013 1:45 PM

By Jim Langham

As recently as this weekend, I visited a friend from our congregation in a local hospital. During the course of our visit and subsequent prayer, a nurse came into the room, at first was going to dismiss herself until our visit was over, but stayed and shared in the conversation by our invitation.

During her visit, he was gently questioned about his pain level, administered the meds that he needed and was given the opportunity to express any other needs at the time. But, what really impressed me was the friendly effort she made to connect with his concerns and interests and how effectively she was able to do that.

This week is suggested by area hospitals as, “National Nurses Week.” The thought of that immediately gripped my heart as I thought of all of the “compassionate nurse moments” I have witnessed over the years.

'Fly like an eagle' PDF Print E-mail
Wednesday, May 01, 2013 3:25 PM

By Jim Langham

Those of us who are still stuck in 1970’s popular music have no problem capturing the tune of the hit, “Fly Like an Eagle,” in our minds with the mere power of suggestion.

Saturday, April 27, that song became reality under the most unique circumstances. I was attending the dedication ceremonies at the Limberlost State Historic Site in Geneva, Ind., the home of famed author, Gene Stratton-Porter, famous for such children’s books as, “The Song of the Cardinal,” “Freckles,” “The Harvester,” and “Girl of the Limberlost.”

In her books, Porter built heartwarming stories on the countryside of the late 1890’s and early 1900’s, based on birds, critters and wild flowers in a large swamp area known as, “The Limberlost,” a sister swamp across the border very similar to the Great Black Swamp of our area in northwest Ohio.

The wonder of music PDF Print E-mail
Wednesday, April 24, 2013 1:40 PM

By Jim Langham

In the midst of the turmoil and fear of the last week, a very peaceful occasion occurred to a man who may have touched as many lives as anyone in our time, at least through the mode of music.

At age 104, George Beverly Shea, the stirring gospel singer for over 50 years in Billy Graham crusades, passed away in his home, located just one mile away from the home of his good friend, Graham, near Montreat, N.C.

Finally, in the life of this godly, humble man, the words of one of his favorite songs, “Until Then,” became reality.

“But until then, my heart will go on singing, until then, with joy I’ll carry on, until the day, my eyes behold that city, until the day God calls me home,” Graham would sing.

Blue and green do match PDF Print E-mail
Wednesday, March 27, 2013 1:17 PM

Some of the fondest memories from childhood are centered around my father after he purchased an Argus C-3 35mm camera.

To make things even better, I was given a Brownie Starflash camera for my birthday that year. In my estimation, we made the perfect team of capturing the blended colors of nature on film.

Dad always liked matching colors in various natural settings. We took a day trip to Brown County to capture the circus-like beauty of nature’s quilt spread over the southern Indiana hillsides.

Sewing seeds for generations to come PDF Print E-mail
Wednesday, March 20, 2013 2:21 PM

By Jim Langham

My first garden was located in the remains of what had been a small chicken yard. It was the last week of March when I was a young child and my grandmother, who lived with us, asked if I would like for her to help me put out a garden.

With the place of high esteem that gardening held in our family, I was delighted; it was a real self-esteem builder. I could hardly wait to tell neighbors in our little hamlet where drawing well water from a pump, sharing daily with neighbors and putting out a family garden was a way of life.

It was after school on a balmy afternoon. Grandma had it all set, the process and the planting. I spaded a plot in soil that housed rich manure from having housed chickens, then broke the clods down and then, with grandma’s instruction, worked up the soil until it was fine enough to plant.


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