Auxiliary Chaplain’s Column – Rick Leonhart
Sometimes I feel like the words of Psalm 23, where it says, " …I walk through the valley of the shadow of death…” You see, I am cursed with multiple handicaps. I am near-sighted, I have Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder, a deviated septum, one ear higher than the other, a terrible memory, and I’m absolutely not a morning person.
My luck is so bad, I once ordered a waffle at the Waffle House, and they didn’t have any! I stopped at the A & W Root Beer in Melbourne, and ordered a root beer. You guessed it – they didn’t have any root beer. And I even went to the post office one time to get a book of stamps, and they were out of books of stamps.
Of course, even a pessimist might say my cup is only half empty; and the optimist would say it’s half full. But, there is more to this story.
On the other side hand, I have been gifted with all five of my senses. I can read, write, speak and walk. I live in a house with heat and air and lights, and food in the pantry. Plus, I have a loving family and good friends.
I have the freedom to speak, worship and vote as I please, thanks to those who loved my country enough to die for it. … And I have a Lord who loved me enough to die for me.
Surely, my cup is not half empty, or half full. "…My cup runneth over …
Surely, goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life; and I will dwell in the house of
the Lord, forever.