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Homespun PDF Print E-mail

By: Jim Langham

The year I grew succotash

Although I usually think of succotash as some type of blend of corn and lima beans, I will never forget about the spring when I grew a varied form of the delightful dish in our Michigan garden.

It was 1983, a year in which winter had been quite sparse, similar to what we’ve had this year. At the time, I was a “young man” of 35 and filled with energy in anticipation of planting garden. When the mild weather continued into early March, I exercised my zeal by planting several rows of potatoes in the first week of March.

Many around me were skeptical of that early planting; in fact, that skepticism was fed well two weeks later when we had the biggest snowstorm of the entire winter and temperatures dropped back to zero for several mornings. Then followed a cold and wet spring and the potatoes were nowhere to be found.

 
Homespun PDF Print E-mail

By Jim Langham

An eye-catcher for heartfelt treasures

What do you think of when you think of something that catches your eye – certain colors, a special type of flower, your favorite kind of food, certain items related to a hobby or the discovery of something you’ve lost and have found again?

The Bible talks about a poor woman who lost a coin. For hours, she swept the floor, looked under things, sorted through her closets and hunted feverishly for the coin. For one who was poor and had no money, one single coin was a treasure of great value, said Jesus, and when she found it, her rejoicing was as though she uncovered an item that seemed many times its worth.

The coin finally caught her eye and it became the apple of her eye.

 
Bright colors brighten the day PDF Print E-mail

By Jim Langham

A close friend of ours was relating the bright details she always enjoyed in the conversations with a 96-year-old lady that she cared for. She was bright, alert and always looking for the little things to cheer her nearly century-year-old perspective on life.

“Things that many of us tend to glance over so easily are the joy of the hour when one took a ride with her,” said our friend, Barb, who spent her life teaching high school art. “She would say, ‘My, look how blue the sky is today,’ ’Look how bright the flowers look,’ or ’Look how rich the colors are across the countryside.’

“In fact,” said Barb, “she was always the kind of person that just knew how to bring the cheery colors out in life.”

 
Pets teach lessons in love PDF Print E-mail

 

By Jim Langham

A message on Facebook a couple of days ago reminded me of a dog from my childhood that once raised a litter of kittens.

Pepper was a lop-eared coal-black Cocker Spaniel, my first as a child. We obtained her from an elderly lady in Berne (Indiana) who felt she could no longer care for the frisky pup with all of her energy.

So we took her to our country residence and cultivated a warm dog house beneath a tree in the apple orchard behind our house. But Pepper wasn’t the only pet that we had. Somehow, along the way, we started giving homes to cats. One particular cat that I recall became sick shortly after she had given birth to a litter of several kittens. Within days, the kittens had lost their mother.

At first we sought to nurture the little of growing kittens with a small bottle of milk, and then with baby food. They slept in a warm box with a blanket in the garage.

 
Expressions of gratitude PDF Print E-mail

By Jim Langham

There are certain times when I can still hear my parents’ voices, even though they have been gone for many years, very special moments representing certain traits I continue to admire in them.

One of those times occurred at the conclusion of meal time at our house as I was growing up. As we got up and walked away from the table, my dad would always say, “Elnora, thank you for the wonderful meal.” He was always grateful to people who had put forth an effort that translated into some gift to him. It is a trait that I have sought to carry on in our generational living.

 
Christmas without Christ? PDF Print E-mail

By Jim Langham

Assuming that Christmas really isn’t past since Christ is still alive and his birth has still occurred, I want to share a recently found journal entry that is 28 years old that melted my heart to tears when I recently reread it during a time of reflection.

The entry occurred on Dec. 14, 1983. Our children were young. Julie was 8 years old, Sandi was 5 and Jason was just a few months. We cuddled into a country home in the lake-like wilderness of Branch County, Mich., a place where our children spent 11 years of their childhood as I served a small country church there.

On this particular evening, we were having a discussion with the children about what Christmas would be like without Jesus. We agreed that in today’s world, we could still go on with the giving of gifts, the family feasts, the Christmas shopping sprees, the trees, the lights, the ornaments and all that Christmas had become as a festivity. Sadly, we concluded that in many places, Christmas, as known in our times, could go on even if Christ wasn’t in it.

 
Gimpy spared for another Christmas PDF Print E-mail

By Jim Langham

For Gimpy, 2011 has been a matter of survival. Several months ago, a young man in the area sensing danger for the young turtle, rescued Gimpy, took him to his room, created a suitable environment and adopted the turtle as a special friend. Gimpy was well taken care of and loved as a special pet.

All was well for Gimpy for several months, but that all changed a few weeks ago when a devastating fire destroyed part of the home in which Gimpy was living. The upper and rear parts of the home were completely destroyed, including the room in which Gimpy lived. Unfortunately, when family members were hurriedly trying to remove all belongings they could, no one thought of Gimpy.

That afternoon, when Gimpy's special friend arrived from school, the first thing he asked his father was whether or not anyone had rescued Gimpy. Sadly, the father admitted that no one had thought of Gimpy. To make things worse, the father knew that the ceiling of Gimpy's room had collapsed. Nevertheless, the father climbed to his son's room. Sure enough, he found what he suspected. The ceiling had collapsed on Gimpy's home and the turtle was nowhere to be seen. A dismal day had become even darker.

 
The music of living PDF Print E-mail

By Jim Langham

“And you are to them like a love song by one who has a beautiful voice.”

Those words, hidden deep in the book of Ezekiel (33:32) open the chorus books of heaven to a fact closest to the musical heart of God. Everyone has a song within, if they will allow it to flow and fill out the chords of the heart.

Oh, it may not come out in literal musical scores, but the lyrics may express themselves through a well-timed hug, an appropriate word of encouragement at just the right time, or a silent prayer known only to God.

It may reflect personal traits that are meaningful to others or an unsuspected talent just waiting to develop. It’s what makes you “you” and it can often be heard more clearly by others than by self.

 
I Can't Believe It - Those Surreal Moments PDF Print E-mail

Early Monday morning, I was covering a sentencing in a nearby county courthouse when suddenly, the judge, prosecutors and others in the courtroom looked out the window with a startled look on their faces.

Immediately I glanced to the right and saw huge bright flames billowing and shooting in the wind toward the windows of the courtroom in which I was located.

The judge, just as startled, said, “Folks, I see 20-foot flames shooting just outside the window. We will recess, file orderly from the courtroom and from the courthouse.”

Upon emerging on to the street, I looked to a huge downtown building and said, “I can’t believe it.” There before my eyes was billowing smoke from an old brick structure which, among other things, housed one of my favorite restaurants in the area.

 
In My Opinion PDF Print E-mail

By Jim Langham:

How priorities change

I will never forget the fall and early winter that my grandmother spent making doilies to be distributed as Christmas presents for family members. Any time she wasn’t busy with something else, she would be sitting by the old wood stove in the living room, crocheting various designs and colors of doilies to be placed under lamps, figurines and other small items of importance. It was the type of an idea that a grandma would think of, a dear old old lady wanting to leave handiwork behind for family members to enjoy for years to come.

As our family Christmas reunion approached, I, along with cousins of elementary age, began to speculate what we were going to get for Christmas that year. Cars, trucks, baseballs, bats, jack-in-the-box, Tinker Toys, Lincoln Logs, various games, and other items for fun were popular gifts to receive in those days.

In our case, family members would gather together at someone’s house on a rotating basis. While adults would have a name drawing type of gift exchange, everyone brought gifts for all of the kids.

 
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