The Patient Can Be Saved

By George Dalton –

Unless you have been living in a cave on some deserted island, you are aware that our country is in trouble. Our economy is at best flat.  You know, when a patient in the hospital drama shows on TV goes flat line, everybody jumps into gear to rescue him.   If you could watch a monitor on our country we are getting dangerously close to flat line. Read more

My Favorite Book

By George Dalton –

I love reading the Bible. My Bible is like everyone else’s. It has hundreds of underlined passages in it. Yet I am still finding new passages to underline. Of all the books in the Bible, my favorite only has three pages and two chapters. Read more

Mother/Mother-in-Law

By George Dalton –

Do you find it strange how we speak elegantly and pay tribute to mothers? Yet the same lady can be humiliated and dishonored on late night television if she is your wife’s mother or husband’s mother. Read more

Right Place at Right Time

By George Dalton –

Have you ever know beyond a shadow of doubt that God has just placed you in the right place at the exact right time.   Marveled at how little control you had over it.   Every Sunday my wife and I visit a nursing home near our home, we have seven or eight old ladies who are members of our church who are residents there. Our Church has assigned us the job of ministering to those ladies. It is a labor of love each Sunday we read scriptures, pray with them, and just visit.  Most of these ladies are in their eighties and nineties, many are bed-fast.   Oh what lovely ladies they are. I am always teasing them about their “new boy friends” and social life.

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The Hair Cut

By George Dalton

Have you ever seen one of those things that you just knew you could do? That almost cost you something important…like your marriage? Walking through a Wal-Mart recently I passed a display of electric hair cutting machines. I remember thinking, now how hard can that be? The economy is tight; we need to cut corners where we can.

Twenty minutes later I proudly marched through the back door from the garage. My wife turned and looked at me and asked, “What is that thing?”

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