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“One man’s impact”
When my wife was 16 she found a small lump in her neck. Two days later she was in the care of St Jude’s Children’s Research Hospital in Memphis TN. She was treated for Hodgkins Lymphoma for 9 months and has been cancer free since. She was 16 at the time. Her family never received a bill- for anything. For 15 years she has been cancer free she has gone back for annual checkups and as a St Jude For Life patient where they evaluate long term impacts of treatment to improve data and study the impact those treatments have on patients. The hospital puts her up in their on-campus housing and offers to reimburse travel. Again, no cost to patients or their family.
Between appointments I had time yesterday to stop into a memorial building for founder Danny Thomas. He was an actor from the 1930’s and on. He appeared in a major sitcom and would later go on to produce the Andy Griffith and Dick Van Dyke shows. He had $10 left to his name in 1937 and prayed to St Jude that if he could make $70 he would someday dedicate his life to the work of the Saint. He dropped $7 of his last $10 in the offering tray. The next day he got a toothpaste advertising gig for $75. 20 years later he continued to dwell on his promise and the American Lebanese Syrian Associated Charities (ALSAC) was founded by Danny Thomas in 1957. He called himself a “noble beggar”. He eventually had enough money to build a hospital for treating children with childhood cancer where they don’t have to pay a dime in 1962. Tens of thousands of children have been treated since and childhood cancer survival has gone from 20% in 1960’s to over 80% today.
As we stood in the building there was a display where you could write a note on what inspired you at St. Jude. I wrote “One man’s impact”. One man leaned his time and resources and potential into something that changed the world.
In 1962 when the hospital opened and was dedicated Danny said “If I die tomorrow I will know why I lived”. I hope you all know and have the ability to execute your purpose here with the time you’ve been given.
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C.S. Lewis basically predicted (and warned against) short-form global media

ALT It is one of the evils of rapid diffusion of news that the sorrows of all the world come to us every morning. I think each village was meant to feel pity for it’s own sick and poor whom it can help and I doubt if it is the duty of any private person to fix his mind on ills which he cannot help. (This may even become an escape from the works of charity we really can do to those we know). A great many people do now seem think that the mere state of being worried is in itself meritorious. I don’t think it is. We must, if it so happens, give our lives for others: but even while we’re doing it, I think we’re meant to enjoy Our Lord and, in Him, our friends, our food, our sleep, your jokes, and the birds song and the frosty sunrise.
brb gonna get a tin can so google can’t hear me and no one calls me except my mom
Twice this week, my phone with google Ai has said something out loud about current conversations when it wasn’t even supposed to be on. Once was in my pickup and it just chimed into the conversation. The second time was this morning when I shot a gun and it said something about a gunshot. What’s going on here? FYI, don’t have any conversations around your phone that you don’t want to be public.
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Don’t look now.
Enjoy your weekend in ignorant bliss of the corn market bloodbath which has occurred Oct 9 in the year of our Lord two-thousand twenty six.
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Heavenly Father, it’s harvest. Combines are running hard across Nebraska and the whole corn belt and I'm asking you to ride along in every cab. I spend my days watching and trading these markets, and I know how much of a farmer's year gets reduced to a number. Bushels per acre. Moisture at the elevator. A price on a screen they can't control. A line on the banker's spreadsheet. Too many of them carry those numbers home like a verdict on their worth, and I confess I've measured people that way too, by what the year produced instead of who they are. But your word says, "He that believes in him is not condemned." For everyone who trusts your son, the verdict is already in. It isn't the pending scale ticket. It isn't waiting on December futures. It's settled. Let that truth land this morning on some farmer who feels like he's failing his family, his dad, or the ground he was handed. Protect them, Lord. Guard tired hands around augers and PTO shafts. Keep them out of flowing grain bins. Keep trucks steady on gravel roads and two-lane highways. Give alert minds at 2 a.m., and the humility to stop and rest when their bodies say enough. Give them health. Backs and knees that hold up, hearts that stay strong, and the courage to speak up when the weight in their minds gets too heavy to carry alone. Bless their families. The spouse running supper to the field. The kids in the buddy seat learning what faithfulness looks like. The parents who worked this ground first. Draw them closer to each other this fall, not further apart. And whether the bins fill or the yield monitor disappoints, remind every one of them that they belong to you. Not condemned. Not forgotten. Not alone. In Jesus' name, Amen. #dailyprayer✝️
Country music is like Vegemite.
When you grow up with it, it’s a dietary staple.
When you’ve never been around it, you’ll throw up when it’s introduced.
Happy Friday.
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Do not be afraid to sow without immediately seeing the fruits. The sowing belongs to you; the growth belongs to God. No gesture carried out in the name of Christ is useless.
4/11 strong El Niño years brought moisture to the Western Plains.
Don’t listen to your grain buyer when she says plant corn for the Super El Niño. 🤪
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Heavenly Father, I keep treating you like a storm shelter instead of a home. I run to you when the wind picks up, when the diagnosis comes and then I walk back out into the open the second things settle. I say I trust you, but my life shows a man who visits. You've never asked me to visit. You've asked me to dwell. Forgive me for the other shelters I've built. The ones made of savings accounts and backup plans and my own competence. They look sturdy until something real hits them. And I've spent so much energy maintaining them that I've had little left for simply sitting with you. Teach me what it means to abide. Not a frantic prayer at midnight, but a settled life lived under your covering, waking up there, working there, worrying less because I'm not standing exposed. Let the shadow of the Almighty be the ordinary weather of my days. And when I do wander out, draw me back. Make me restless anywhere else. I don't want a God I run to only in emergencies. I want to live where you are, close enough that the shade never leaves me. You are my refuge. Help me actually live like it. In Jesus' name, Amen. #dailyprayer✝️
Sunray, TX
Customer told me today, “It’s like that Clint Eastwood movie—The Good, the Bad and the ugly.”
2025 fall crop
2026 spring crop
2026 fall crop
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I do not support Flock or similar systems. I will stand for it to be ousted from our local communities.
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