This past week I was in D.C. to minister to soldiers there. Being on the road alone so often can take a toll on one’s soul, even if one loves to travel. Airport after airport, hotel after hotel, city after city. But I love getting to see the most interesting of people. Let me phrase it this way: One can see travelers who value nothing quite so much as their own comfort. You might see this type person with slip-on sandals for shoes, a pillow the size of a small country, a blanket, and a smartphone the size of Alaska.
Another type of traveler is nearly opposite. He or she seems that he/she spent the first three hours of the day in front of a mirror to make certain that he/she turns heads in the airport. Not a hair out of place, a crease in the slacks, a purse with the label facing outward so gazers will know and perhaps envy.
Still another type is the tech junkie. A tablet, a laptop, a smartphone, earbuds, a smartwatch, and on and on. Wherever these types tested on the scale of aptitude, I am on the opposite end. Leave me to pen and paper and the bank of a slow river in spring. You carry on with your TikTok videos and memes. Never the twain shall meet. You can send me a Tweet I’ll never see and I can write you a real letter you’ll never read because it’s in cursive.
Still another type is the reader. I know these types. I see one when I shave each morning. These types are usually hunkered down near the coffee shop tables between flights with a novel or non-fiction book, often sipping a coffee or tea, or perhaps gazing between chapters at tech junkies with a look of perplexity or consternation.
This was my perspective at Reagan Airport in D.C. this week as I waited on my next flight. I was across from the bookstore and just down the corridor from Chick-fil-A (so it had to be good, right?). I love this little area. The windows behind me allow natural light to come through and light the floors and environs. As one who eschews flourescent light, I love this spot. Flourescence is still there, but the sunlight helps.
As we departed D.C. it was rainy again and gray, an English sky. But as we entered the skies of southern Virginia and North Carolina, the sun broke through. As I looked from my seat, the clouds appeared again and the firmament changed colors, and I could see VA and NC 36,000 feet below, and I watched the tips of the plane’s wings undulate amidst some bumps as we traversed the skies.
As we flew to GA and Atlanta came into view, I saw once again what we call the “Big Rock,” or Stone Mountain on the east side of the city.
When I got home, I was tired. But I was able to see my bride, play with my dogs, hug my son, watch my dogs (and cat), go to the pool to cool off, sleep in my own bed on sheets I too seldom feel, eat a home-cooked meal, and just be.
Some folks may scoff at home and hearth. I’m not one of those. There is, as Frank Baum wrote, no place like it.
P.S. Lady says hi. As do some of the deer.
MIND & MATTERS 
You brought to mind a Sunday School teacher I had early in my married life. He, like you, traveled a lot in his work life. He shared that he would, in each city, search out book stores. The older the better in search of any and all books on The Revelations. Needless to say we had many studies on the book of Revelations.
I started trying to wade through Voddie’s book yesterday. I am not sure if I will be able to glean Voddie’s intent as easily as you, a more learned man, because of having to try to decode a lot of his large words. My ignorance comes shining through. I’ll attempt to get past this section into the “good” part before I give up on this book. I love you, my brother, and pray for an outcome in your situation that will be obviously God inspired. Have a good week at Ft. BENNING, I don’t care what THEY want to call it now!
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Thank you, dear brother. If the book does not grab you, no worries. I’m sure someone else in the class might benefit. But even if you jump around to certain sections, you will likely get the gist of it. He’s just showing how all the woke, Critical Race Theory, Social Justice madness is all united in its denials of truth. It is rooted in Marxism, where there is a permanent oppressed class, a ‘group’ who can always scream, “I’m a victim!” and how the wokesters have destroyed everything they’ve entered: sports, education, etc. Love you, brother. Hope it’s a good week for you guys.
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