Look, Ma…No Hands!

I have a friend, sort of, who thinks more highly of the self than he ought to think. Sometimes I think his first name is Donald.

Another tact that I’m smitten with. People who never live up to their minimum, people who have more money than brains or humility or caring. People for whom it’s apt: “There’s less there than meets the eye.”

It’s now Saturday afternoon, March 24, the day before Palm Sunday, the day when people fete Jesus in the parade, saying, “Alleluia!” The surface is to praise Him. The deeper is to ask for His help, “Jesus, please save me!”

We know what happens in less than a week. We know.

And, honestly, many if not most of us fasten more on Good Friday than any other day, when we feel “nailed and cursed and pushed lower and lower so we have to reach up to touch bottom.”

Then, moments ago I saw this UTUBE—think that’s what it’s called. Emotionally it is such an upper, reminded me of my new friend, Jessica Cox, who lives in Tucson, who flies an airplane, is a Black Belt and drives her own car, even plays the piano…without arms.

Earlier today—a quick side-note—finished the final edit of the new novel, “Living Without Arms,” and couldn’t help but quote Jessica, “Never say ‘I can’t’, and know that you don’t need arms to uplift people.”

In my novel the last chapter introduces Nathan and Tricia’s new child, who kicks like mad but is unable to hug. They know that, but THEY can HUG and the future….it’s coming.

This UTUBE brings so much inspiration…from a young man who was never chosen for the neighborhood pick-up basketball game…then…well, look at this…it brings so much hope…so much. Maybe to you also. Please.

https://www.msn.com/en-us/news/good-news/teen-who-lost-his-hands-makes-3-pointers-on-the-basketball-court/ar-BBKCOCU?ocid=spartandhp

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About Mark H Miller

Diane and I live in Leander, Texas. This past June 17, 2015 I celebrated the 49th anniversary of my ordination. We returned to Texas after three years in Washington, during which I served as interim minister in Bellevue/Eastgate and Mercer Island. Am planning to begin a 5th novel that will have my protagonist, Tricia Gleason, serve a year in licensed ministry in Snoqualmie, Washington. The novel, "The Lemon Drop Didn't Melt," will find Tricia wrestling with ministry challenges. None of which more daunting than someone wanting her breathing to stop. All the published novels are available on Amazon and Amazon Kindle under Mark Henry Miller. A primary goal in our return to Texas is to make sure grandchildren get lots of attention--here and in Chicago and Washington, D.C. Traveling is definitely an activity that will not slow down. With that, of course, fishing will happen. To that the t-shirt is apt, "I fish; therefore I am." In addition to novels, the book of Blogs, "Voice Of My Heart," is also available on Amazon.
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