Thursday, July 10, 2014

A new blog: The School of Life

My son-in-law, Derek McHenry, besides providing me with six wonderful grandchildren and seven lovely great granddaughters, has given me another wonderful blog to add to my list of blogs. Derek’s blog, The School of Life, is a great blog for thinking and learning about what it means to be a disciple of Jesus.
Derek goes to Fremont Presbyterian Church in Sacramento and is a ruling elder. He also works as a librarian and has been one since high school. He is also trained to be a pastor in the Assemblies of God but chose to become a Presbyterian, along with his wife, my daughter Jenny. What I am trying to say with all of this is that Derek’s words will be uplifting and helpful since he is writing about the Christian life and how his own life mirrors discipleship.

I, just a few moments ago, read his last posting and found that he has expressed something I have prayed about sharing because it will certainly shape and undoubtedly change my future. The posting is: True Courage.
It begins:
"Skeletal, dressed in a big black hooded-robe, and carrying a large scythe…that is the classic American image of Death. Death is the great equalizer; young and old, sick or healthy, rich or poor, death is the last great enemy of us all. This ultimate foe is the thing that the vast majority of humanity is the most scared of in this life; the Final Great Unknown. There are some, however, who do not fear the grim reaper."

But please read all of Derek’s posts; they are excellent.

Picture of Derek and his son Joshua off for an adventure- and no, someone else was flying the plane.


1 comment:

Anonymous said...


While death is not something to be feared, the process of dying leaves something to be desired. For people of Faith and people who lack it alike. And when someone we love is gone, we miss them, and we mourn the loss, whether we have Faith or not. We long for them, and we mourn the fact that the memories we will have of them will not be added to. They leave a hole in our hearts, and the size of the hole is the size of our love for them. And so we weep.

Jodie Gallo
Los Angeles, CA