Hating the Salvation Army?
I’ve worked with the Salvation Army many times–including 1982 when Air Florida flight #90 crashed into the Potomac River in Washington, D.C. killing seventy people. In the days following the accident, the Salvation Army bravely helped retrieve the bodies and comfort the families left behind.
Two days ago, I put money in the red kettle at our local grocery store and spontaneously joined two Salvation Army workers singing Christmas carols to arriving customers. Their service struck me as hearten-warming and typical of those who truly understand the meaning of Christmas.
But a vocal segment of America is not happy.
An American commentator explains why some people hate the Salvation Army.
From Whom All Blessings Flow
When I was a child, a treasured family tradition at Thanksgiving and other holidays was to sing the “Doxology” as a family. We stood in a circle before eating our meal and lifted out voices:
“Praise God from whom all blessings flow. Praise him all people here below. Praise Him above you heavenly hosts. Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. Amen.”
We knew to WHOM we should give thanks.
Don’t forget the “whom” this Thanksgiving.
Eighty-One Days of Friendship
I made a fresh commitment this year that I posted on the wall of my office:
“Evangelize the open and disciple the willing.”
What I learned this summer is that sometimes the open, willing and utterly surprising actually come to you.
Here’s a story that just might touch your heart. It involves eighty-one days of friendship.