Aunt Bessie was one of the best human beings I’ve ever known.
She was kind and loving. She had a gentle spirit. I can’t remember her ever saying anything negative about anyone, even if the person deserved it. She was always eager to help those in need. She wasn’t wealthy, but she gave sacrificially to her church and to other ministries.
But Aunt Bessie knew little about theology. She didn’t have much education. She prayed constantly for other people — including for my sisters and me — and she read her Bible all the time. In a private conversation at her house while I was still in college, though — just a few years before she died — she admitted to me that she struggled to understand the language of the King James Bible.
That lack of intellectual understanding of scripture troubled her, she said, but she just knew she loved God and trusted in Jesus with her whole heart. She wanted to be the best person she knew how to be and live as she thought God wanted.
Now let me tell you about someone entirely different.

We’re giving up power over our lives to people we can’t control
Sometimes you’re not ready for a challenge, but you do it anyway
I feel despair about evil tonight, but my cats offer some comfort
There’s pain in many faces I see, as reality doesn’t match dreams
Cop’s murder has me pondering why humans kill those they love
Life-threatening accident for child puts my tiny problems into context
Roy Moore just the latest in the long line of politicians who want control
Why am I shocked that a friend’s happy news makes me feel envy?
UPDATE: After surgery, maybe I’ll eventually start feeling better