THEY CALL ME FORREST

 4584

Pt. 1

Well, that's not exactly accurate. They call me William, or Bill, or Royce, (but they definitely don't call me late for dinner).

However, the implication of my title is that just as Forrest Gump seemed to consistently be in the middle of "what's going on" in the world, and consistently "rubbed shoulders" with a host of famous people, I have, strangely enough, found myself emulating our admittedly simple, but well-meaning movie character.

I mean, I can't account for it. But again, and again I have been cast into the presence of the famous, and the near famous among us.

Now, we won't count people such as Colonel Harland Sanders, (who spoke in our university chapel service in the late 60's), or George Beverly Shea, (whose concert I attended twenty years before his passing), or Kathryn Kuhlman, (who evangelistic meeting I experienced, (yes, 'experienced' is a fitting word), in the early 70's. After all, I wasn't what you would call an active participant in these cases.

However, (as I have inferred), there have been numerous occasions when 'Forrest' might easily have replaced my given name.

Pt. 2

It may have been 1985 or 1986, and I was employed by United Parcel Service in central Florida. This particular mall has been replaced by a Lowes and Staples by now, but at the time I spent a couple of hours a day delivering packages to the back doors of a variety of stores there.

One day I pulled behind a sports shop, cut off my engine, and opened my bulkhead door to retrieve whatever clothing, shoes, footballs, etc. which they had ordered. As I stepped down with the merchandise, a late model sedan pulled up next to me.

With this, a middle-aged lady stepped out of the vehicle, and she indicated she knew the owner of the sports store, and that we both had business with him. And now, while we were waiting an unusually long time for the owner to open the back door, we made our introductions.

I spoke.

"Hi, I'm Bill, the UPS man."

She replied.

"Hi, I'm (the) Cornelia Wallace."

Of course, I recognized her name.

Governor George Wallace's wife. And of course, I had seen the photo of Cornelia kneeling by George after the assassination attempt on his life. Ultimately, the door opened, and she and I went about our separate business at hand.

Whereas, I didn't get Mrs. Wallace's autograph at that time, a friend of mine procured it for me later, as the latter attended the former's church.

Pt. 3

Ultimately, my UPS career, and my pastoral counseling career overlapped. (I began my second career in the early 90's, and retired from my first career in the late 90's).

A year or two after I "set up shop" at Calvary Assembly in Winter Haven, Florida, I received a call from a man my pastor had referred to me; (who I cannot name here in order to preserve his identity). Suffice it to say that he was a well-known major league baseball player who had played in a memorable World Series. Would I be willing to take on his adolescent son? I did. And I spent some amount of time interacting with this family over the next few weeks.

Pt. 4

During the first couple of years of the new century, I contracted my counseling services to a second church; First Assembly of Lake Wales; where I met with clients each Saturday.

One Saturday I was scheduled to meet with a couple of clients, and happened to have a free hour in between the two.

I had just finished the first client, and settled back in my recliner with the thought I would take a short siesta. Suddenly, there was a knock on the outside office door. I got up from the chair, walked to the door, and opened it. A fairly non-descript middle-aged man stood there.

He spoke.

"Hi, is the pastor here today?"

I responded with,

"Uhmmm, no. He's never here on Saturday."

The fellow continued.

"I'm Rev. Jim. Rentz."

I encouraged him to come in, and over the next hour, we engaged in an interesting conversation.

"I was Jimmy Swaggart's associate pastor."

And with this, he began to spin quite a tale for me. Rev. Rentz had been there during those tumultuous years during which the lead pastor had, (to say the least), made some very bad choices involving the opposite gender. One particular observation is indelibly etched into my psyche.

"I begged Jimmy to get help!"

Pt. 5

Speaking of fallen religious figures, during that time period another notable evangelical pastor, of the same denomination, engaged in similar activity, and like the preacher with the initials J.S., his activities were "found out."

One Sunday my wife and I decided to do lunch at a particular restaurant. The receptionist seated my wife and me, and a waitress took our order.

Suddenly, an older man was ushered to the table next to us. He looked strangely familiar. And then, I knew who he was. The man, Richard Dortch, was a late night prayer host on Channel 2, and had served as Executive Vice President for the PTL Television Network, and associate of Jim Bakker. He seemed unusually pensive, and rather sad. He had long since been indicted, and served time for covering up the misdeeds of his superior, and for the misuse of ministry moneys.

Sometimes I wish I had engaged the man in conversation. However, we finished our lunch, and left him "to his own devices." He passed away a few years later.

Pt. 6

Sometime during the ninth decade of the 20th century, my wife and I registered to attend a Ruth Graham conference on the west coast of Florida. Of course, she was, (and continues to be), one of the daughters of Rev. Billy Graham.

The day long conference included opportunities to attend various hour long seminars relating to sundry topics. And it so happened that I found myself "first in line" to one of the seminars which Ruth Graham hosted that day.

Now, I found a seat in the empty auditorium. 3rd row, center. (Exactly where I like it). Suddenly, who should appear than the well-known lady of the day. Ruth Graham, came walking across the stage, right to left. And suddenly, she stopped, center stage, looked out at me, and said,

"I'll be right back!"

To which I mumbled,

"Uh, okay."

No doubt, Ruth Graham has long since forgotten that day, much less our momentary conversation, (but I never will).

Pt. 7

My wife, and I attended a church in the little town of Bartow, Florida, and only moved on a decade ago.

While we were there, we met a wonderful, elderly man named Andy Bos, (who we were, ultimately, privileged to spend time with, as he prepared to depart this life).

It so happened that I had the opportunity to speak on numerous Wednesday nights, and Andy was always second row, right cheering me on.

Sometime after my years long series of Wednesday night messages began, Andy informed me that his grandson was, (and is), the actor Taylor Lautner, famous for the "Twilight" movies, and that he had been sending him cassette tapes of my sermons.

I called the original version of this story, "Preaching to the Stars." I hope I at least impacted one star with the most important and enduring message of all time.

Pt. 8

About the same time that I was "preaching to the stars," I had the opportunity to meet another one; long distance to be sure.

I have always liked the tv series, "Little House on the Prairie," and most especially the character, "Mrs. Harriet Oleson," portrayed by Katherine MacGregor.

One day I decided to write her a fan letter. Of course, by now several decades had gone by since the television series concluded. Problem was, I didn't know her mailing address. However, I had an idea. I sent a social media message to the former "Nellie Oleson," Alison Arngrim. She messaged me back with her TV mother's address.

I promptly wrote "Mrs. Oleson" with the slight expectation that I might hear back from her. I was not disappointed. A couple of weeks later I received a post card from the wonderful character actress. Ms. MacGregor had drawn a familiar caricature of herself on the post card. Over the next couple of years, she and I exchanged several more letters.

As the result of our correspondence, I learned that Katherine and Harriet had a great deal in common.

by Bill McDonald, PhD

LEAVING SOMETHING BEHIND

 4583

“A good man leaves something behind for his children’s children.” (Proverbs 13:22)

 

I’d like to read you an excerpt from a forward which I have included in an expansive series of volumes I am leaving behind for my children, and their children’s children.

 

“I stare into the eyes of that yellowing, fading portrait of my great Grandparents now, and their dull, unblinking eyes reveal

… absolutely nothing.

And I have often mused, “Why didn’t you leave something behind?”

Oh, how I would have enjoyed knowing you. How wonderful it would have been if you had left some word, some reflection, something of yourselves.

Well, my dear descendants, I have decided NOT to repeat their mistake; (and yes, I consider it an irrevocable mistake; which once the party has passed from this earth can never be corrected.) I think the following daily journal entries, (as well as my previously written autobiography, counseling memoirs, and other volumes) will not only elicit a few laughs, but provide you some insight into the life of your ancestor; someone not unlike yourself, who lived, and loved, and moved, and breathed, and made his way about this earth, and even impacted a few for good, “before you were even a twinkle.”

You deserve it.

And this writer, who by the time you read these words may have long since ceased to live, and love, and breathe, and move, and enjoy the beauty which God has visited upon our planet, can only wish you well, and exhort you to do as I am currently doing…

We are all too close to having eyes which do not see, ears which do not hear, and mouths which do not speak. While there is still time,

… Leave something of yourself behind.”

What follows today may be more practical in nature, than spiritual. However, I am convinced that when the earth, worlds, and stars were still a theory, and when God was brooding about the men and women, and boys and girls He was going to create, I think His thoughts were very practical in nature.

 

Even the very shape of the cross itself implies relationship. The vertical beam. Our relationship with God. The horizontal beam. Our relationship with our fellow man.

 

Oh, most of us leave something behind when we depart the premises, when we cash it all in, when we check out, when we cease to live, and breathe, and move. It’s the order of the day. It’s what we do. However, the things we leave behind are so often brick and mortar sorta things.

 

We draw up a Last Will and Testament. My children will inherit our home, and it will be sold, and the moneys will be divided among them. And we have a list of specific possessions which we intend to distribute to our offspring before we go on to our reward. I don’t mean to detract from, or diminish this type of leaving something behind. As a matter of fact, my grandfather left behind the most wonderful old thing. It’s called an Amberola. It’s a Thomas Edison invention from about 1910.

 

However, as cool, keen, and groovy as it is, it won’t have any lasting impact. (I’m not even sure how long our family members will continue to enjoy it. I have had it worked on four times in the last decade).

As I wrote about in my forward to this message, we need to be about leaving something of ourselves behind. Something perhaps less obviously tangible than that device, but something of infinitely more value.

 

As a pastoral counselor I required my clients to bring a notebook to their sessions; since I have always thought of myself as not only a counselor, but a teacher, as well. From time to time, I would say something like,

 

“I have a concept I want to share with you. Write this down.”

 

In the same way, I hope you will take some notes today; on a piece of paper, or on your phone.

 

There’s a two word phrase in Philippians 3:17. At least, I can summarize it with two words.

 

“Copy me.”

 

Allow me to share some examples of “leaving something behind;” which I have discovered over the years. Now, I understand you have to find your own way to impact people, and leave something behind, but I hope the following examples and guidance will be helpful.

 

Now, granted I spent 35 years impacting thousands of people. I had a ready-made audience. However, I am retired now, and I am possibly in the last 10 percent of my life on earth. What can I do with the time I have left? What can we do?

 

Here’s a phrase for you.

 

*Momentary Ministry*

 

That’s my phrase, you can’t have it. No, write it down.

 

Momentary Ministry is simply making a difference in the lives God sets in your pathway on a momentary basis during the course of a day. Circumstantial to us, but God knew a particular opportunity would present itself before He made the worlds.

 

I was at the post office once, and this guy gets off a bus on the main road, and makes his way towards the front door. He may have been younger than me, but he is using a cane, and has a significant limp. It’s obvious that he depends on the bus to go where ever he needs to go. As we both walk out the door of the post office, I feel inclined to offer him a ride home. He accepts.

 

On the way back to his home I talk to him about Jesus and his soul. Now, I’m not suggesting you pick up everyone you see with his thumb out, but this is what I did that day.

 

Momentary Ministry

 

Our time on earth will soon be past. Only what’s done for Christ will last.

 

*Messaging* Another “M” word. Write it down.

 

The root word is message. Another way to leave something behind. This is THE Message. My first grade teacher gave me one of these 70 years ago. I order 15 or 20 online each month from the website “Friends of Gideons,” and hand them out to store clerks, and whoever I come across.

 

Another way to leave something behind.

 

*Mentoring* Write that word down.

 

I am a formal mentor. I developed a mentoring program which I continue to offer to people. Talking about leaving something behind, at the end of a session, one of my young students by the name of Rita spontaneously said,

 

“Dr. Bill, I don’t want to disappoint you. I will go for you when you can’t go. I will speak for you when you can’t speak. I will reach, teach, and keep people in your name long after you have gone on to your reward!”

 

Uhhh!!!

 

Well, the majority of you aren’t formal mentors, but you can take someone younger under your wing, perhaps a grandson or granddaughter, and share some valuable practical or spiritual knowledge with them.

 

And since I have introduced you to Momentary Ministry and Messaging and Mentoring, let me coin another “M” word which may or may not be a real word.

 

*Manuscripting*

 

Write that word down.

 

Now, there’s a more recognizable word. Journaling. Oh, how I wish my grandparents, and great grandparents had left a journal behind; something that could be passed down from one generation to another.

 

When you boil it all down, I’ve been talking about the spoken and the written word, and their impact. Momentary Ministry. Messaging. Mentoring. Manuscripting.

 

My father was an amazing artist. He left hundreds of paintings behind, and sold most of them. This is a print of one of them. I have a few. However, he left behind something so much more sacred and special than that. He left behind the verbal version of journaling.

 

Over the last decade of his life, he audio taped ten or twelve hours of stories related to his childhood and WWII military years. I transferred those tapes to a computer hard drive, and transcribed them into a print version.

 

Speaking of leaving something behind, and computer storage devices, I’m leaving five hard drives to each of our children. These storage devices include a host of family stories, photos, videos, audios, my unpublished volumes, teachings, and ministry materials. I am hopeful they will pass these down to their children, and children’s children. I am encouraging them to convert the hard drives to the next generation of storage devices, as they develop.

 

My definition here of manuscripting includes the spoken and written word. Anything you leave behind which can be listened to, looked at, or read.

 

Now, I don’t mean to imply you have to do things as formally, and fastidiously as I have described. This is how I have chosen to leave something behind.

 

Jesus prayed the following prayer:

 

“My prayer is not for them alone. I pray also for those who will believe in me through their message,” (John 17:20)

 

In this passage he was praying for yet unconceived, unborn, unnamed, unknown generations to come. He was thinking about us. I believe we ought to be thinking about the unborn generations which will follow us; our biological and spiritual descendants.

 

My friends, leave something behind. It may be as elemental and simple as a journal, or audio recording with instructions that it be passed down in the family. What do you want to say to them?

 

In the movie, “Shackelton,” a photographer is taking a picture of the crew of an Antarctic expedition. He says,

 

“Look into the camera, boys. Your grandchildren are inside!”

 

What would you like to convey to your grandchildren, and their grandchildren’s grandchildren?

 

Leave Something Behind

 

by Bill McDonald, PhD

I FEEL SO MUCH BETTER NOW

 4582

Lately, I have observed a particular, admittedly, limited number of scenarios which prove to me that not only fauna, but that flora also respond favorably to kindness.

We have an old oak tree which stands next to our house.

 Accompanying the tree, on one side, is a large azalea plant. Accompanying the azalea plant is a ten foot tall palm which had been crowded out badly, and was rather sickly in appearance.

Recently, I trimmed the azalea plant, and other non-descript growth around the palm tree. And, lo and behold, there was an almost immediate change in the appearance of the latter. It was almost like the palm tree breathed a proverbial sigh of relief. Suddenly, the fronds seemed greener, and they stretched themselves towards the four directions of the compass.

(to be continued)

THAT DON'T HURT!!!

 4581

I was experimenting with a dish of alcohol and a lit match on top of my mom's washing machine in the utility room when I was 10 or 11, and I accidentally turned the bowl over, and the burning alcohol flowed down the side of her washer. My dad came running out and said, "You're going to burn down our house!" And when daddy was whipping me, I turned around and said, "That don't hurt!" I guess I convinced him since he never whipped me again.

LEAVING SOMETHING BEHIND

 4580 

 

“A good man leaves something behind for his children’s children.” (Proverbs 13:22)

 

I’d like to read you an excerpt from a forward which I have included in an expansive series of volumes I am leaving behind for my children, and their children’s children.

 

“I stare into the eyes of that yellowing, fading portrait of my great Grandparents now, and their dull, unblinking eyes reveal

… absolutely nothing.

And I have often mused, “Why didn’t you leave something behind?”

Oh, how I would have enjoyed knowing you. How wonderful it would have been if you had left some word, some reflection, something of yourselves.

Well, my dear descendants, I have decided NOT to repeat their mistake; (and yes, I consider it an irrevocable mistake; which once the party has passed from this earth can never be corrected.) I think the following daily journal entries, (as well as my previously written autobiography, counseling memoirs, and other volumes) will not only elicit a few laughs, but provide you some insight into the life of your ancestor; someone not unlike yourself, who lived, and loved, and moved, and breathed, and made his way about this earth, and even impacted a few for good, “before you were even a twinkle.”

You deserve it.

And this writer, who by the time you read these words may have long since ceased to live, and love, and breathe, and move, and enjoy the beauty which God has visited upon our planet, can only wish you well, and exhort you to do as I am currently doing…

We are all too close to having eyes which do not see, ears which do not hear, and mouths which do not speak. While there is still time,

… Leave something of yourself behind.”

What follows today may be more practical in nature, than spiritual. However, I am convinced that when the earth, worlds, and stars were still a theory, and when God was brooding about the men and women, and boys and girls He was going to create, I think His thoughts were very practical in nature.

 

Even the very shape of the cross itself implies relationship. The vertical beam. Our relationship with God. The horizontal beam. Our relationship with our fellow man.

 

Oh, most of us leave something behind when we depart the premises, when we cash it all in, when we check out, when we cease to live, and breathe, and move. It’s the order of the day. It’s what we do. However, the things we leave behind are so often brick and mortar sorta things.

 

We draw up a Last Will and Testament. My children will inherit our home, and it will be sold, and the moneys will be divided among them. And we have a list of specific possessions which we intend to distribute to our offspring before we go on to our reward. I don’t mean to detract from, or diminish this type of leaving something behind. As a matter of fact, my grandfather left behind the most wonderful old thing. It’s called an Amberola. It’s a Thomas Edison invention from about 1910.

 

However, as cool, keen, and groovy as it is, it won’t have any lasting impact. (I’m not even sure how long our family members will continue to enjoy it. I have had it worked on four times in the last decade).

As I wrote about in my forward to this message, we need to be about leaving something of ourselves behind. Something perhaps less obviously tangible than that device, but something of infinitely more value.

 

As a pastoral counselor I required my clients to bring a notebook to their sessions; since I have always thought of myself as not only a counselor, but a teacher, as well. From time to time, I would say something like,

 

“I have a concept I want to share with you. Write this down.”

 

In the same way, I hope you will take some notes today; on a piece of paper, or on your phone.

 

There’s a two word phrase in Philippians 3:17. At least, I can summarize it with two words.

 

“Copy me.”

 

Allow me to share some examples of “leaving something behind;” which I have discovered over the years. Now, I understand you have to find your own way to impact people, and leave something behind, but I hope the following examples and guidance will be helpful.

 

Now, granted I spent 35 years impacting thousands of people. I had a ready-made audience. However, I am retired now, and I am possibly in the last 10 percent of my life on earth. What can I do with the time I have left? What can we do?

 

Here’s a phrase for you.

 

*Momentary Ministry*

 

That’s my phrase, you can’t have it. No, write it down.

 

Momentary Ministry is simply making a difference in the lives God sets in your pathway on a momentary basis during the course of a day. Circumstantial to us, but God knew a particular opportunity would present itself before He made the worlds.

 

I was at the post office once, and this guy gets off a bus on the main road, and makes his way towards the front door. He may have been younger than me, but he is using a cane, and has a significant limp. It’s obvious that he depends on the bus to go where ever he needs to go. As we both walk out the door of the post office, I feel inclined to offer him a ride home. He accepts.

 

On the way back to his home I talk to him about Jesus and his soul. Now, I’m not suggesting you pick up everyone you see with his thumb out, but this is what I did that day.

 

Momentary Ministry

 

Our time on earth will soon be past. Only what’s done for Christ will last.

 

*Messaging* Another “M” word. Write it down.

 

The root word is message. Another way to leave something behind. This is THE Message. My first grade teacher gave me one of these 70 years ago. I order 15 or 20 online each month from the website “Friends of Gideons,” and hand them out to store clerks, and whoever I come across.

 

Another way to leave something behind.

 

*Mentoring* Write that word down.

 

I am a formal mentor. I developed a mentoring program which I continue to offer to people. Talking about leaving something behind, at the end of a session, one of my young students by the name of Rita spontaneously said,

 

“Dr. Bill, I don’t want to disappoint you. I will go for you when you can’t go. I will speak for you when you can’t speak. I will reach, teach, and keep people in your name long after you have gone on to your reward!”

 

Uhhh!!!

 

Well, the majority of you aren’t formal mentors, but you can take someone younger under your wing, perhaps a grandson or granddaughter, and share some valuable practical or spiritual knowledge with them.

 

And since I have introduced you to Momentary Ministry and Messaging and Mentoring, let me coin another “M” word which may or may not be a real word.

 

*Manuscripting*

 

Write that word down.

 

Now, there’s a more recognizable word. Journaling. Oh, how I wish my grandparents, and great grandparents had left a journal behind; something that could be passed down from one generation to another.

 

When you boil it all down, I’ve been talking about the spoken and the written word, and their impact. Momentary Ministry. Messaging. Mentoring. Manuscripting.

 

My father was an amazing artist. He left hundreds of paintings behind, and sold most of them. This is a print of one of them. I have a few. However, he left behind something so much more sacred and special than that. He left behind the verbal version of journaling.

 

Over the last decade of his life, he audio taped ten or twelve hours of stories related to his childhood and WWII military years. I transferred those tapes to a computer hard drive, and transcribed them into a print version.

 

Speaking of leaving something behind, and computer storage devices, I’m leaving five hard drives to each of our children. These storage devices include a host of family stories, photos, videos, audios, my unpublished volumes, teachings, and ministry materials. I am hopeful they will pass these down to their children, and children’s children. I am encouraging them to convert the hard drives to the next generation of storage devices, as they develop.

 

My definition here of manuscripting includes the spoken and written word. Anything you leave behind which can be listened to, looked at, or read.

 

Now, I don’t mean to imply you have to do things as formally, and fastidiously as I have described. This is how I have chosen to leave something behind.

 

Jesus prayed the following prayer:

 

“My prayer is not for them alone. I pray also for those who will believe in me through their message,” (John 17:20)

 

In this passage he was praying for yet unconceived, unborn, unnamed, unknown generations to come. He was thinking about us. I believe we ought to be thinking about the unborn generations which will follow us; our biological and spiritual descendants.

 

My friends, leave something behind. It may be as elemental and simple as a journal, or audio recording with instructions that it be passed down in the family. What do you want to say to them?

 

In the movie, “Shackelton,” a photographer is taking a picture of the crew of an Antarctic expedition. He says,

 

“Look into the camera, boys. Your grandchildren are inside!”

 

What would you like to convey to your grandchildren, and their grandchildren’s grandchildren?

 

Leave Something Behind.

by Bill McDonald, PhD

WHY BAD THINGS HAPPEN TO GOOD PEOPLE

 4579

"And what about the eighteen people who died when the tower in Siloam fell on them? Were they the worst sinners in Jerusalem?" (Luke 13:4)

Having just penned the title of this reading, it occurs to me that there is an immediate implication that I, (or anyone else) knows the answer. (I don't, and they don't). At least, as human beings we can't begin to fathom the fathomless reasons bad things happen to good people. 

The scripture with which I began this blog immediately came to me when I heard about the recent death of an Ecuadorian Catholic priest. Perhaps most of my contemporary readers are aware of this occurrence, (but there will be those who read my words years from now who may need to be reminded).

On Saturday, October 17, 2026, just 27 minutes into the live broadcast of the church service, a heavy wall crucifix broke away from its moorings, and came crashing down on Father Patricio Alfredo Sanchez Molinari; killing him instantly.

And reminiscent of Jesus' words in Luke 13, it would be easy to think this dear man must have been guilty of some unpardonable sin, and Providence was exercising its judgement upon him. I mean, a priest engaged in his sacred duties, and the most cherished icon of the Catholic Church instantly and independently dislodges itself, and slams down on him from behind, and kills him outright!

Now, to be sure, I cannot know the agenda, or character of Father Molinari. However, I have lived long enough on this good earth to understand that bad things simply happen to good people, and that good things simply happen to bad people, (sometimes, more so the latter, than the former); and that it has little or nothing to do with sin.

Speaking of the seeming randomness of it all, or at least some peoples' misguided notions that just because they are believers God will always act on their behalf, and save them from a multitude of harm. I ran across a book with a title I have long since forgotten, but the implication was (paraphrased), "How to Pray so That God Answers Your Prayers." 

Well, my friends, whether saint or sinner, or somewhere in between God is not somehow indebted to you that He is required to answer your prayers the way you order the outcome. I mean, if you had asked any of the saints of Hebrews Chapter 11, "Would you like to be saved from (name the particular calamity)?" Of course, they would have responded in the affirmative. 

And then, I saw this social media post which posed the proposition, "Write 'Amen' under this post, and God will rescue you from the issue you are currently facing." I'm sorry. That ain't how it works. And I not only responded in that manner, but I went on to make them aware that their post was little more than a spiritual horoscope!

However, before you say, "Well then, what's the use?" Allow me to assure you that God is the author and finisher of our days, and ways, or at least His ways, and that He knew the sum of your circumstances before He made the worlds; (including the untimely death of Father Molinari).

He is a God we can trust, and with Whom we can invest all the yet unwritten words on all the blank pages of all the days of all the years which yet remain to us here.

by Bill McDonald, PhD