This Vets Day was like Christmas for this old winged warrior. I started the day with a worshipful walk in the park. The Master Artist’s glorious fall finale, turned fluorescent by bright sunshine, peaked on Veterans Day this year. God speaks most clearly and beautifully in autumn, for His glory and our great joy. My bride and I were fed a gourmet lunch by dear church friends, I got loved on by 100 of my contemporary geriatrics just for witnessing to God’s grace in my fighter pilot life, got a free meal at a local restaurant, free ice cream at my favorite ice cream joint, and picked up a free haircut card at my favorite barbershop. Warriors don’t make a lot of money, but I marveled at the fact THEY paid ME to dance the wild blue with that supersonic angel, and the gifts from grateful taxpayers and citizens are so sweet!  All the kind words and expressions of appreciation are so faith-renewing in the face of relentless bizarre bad news and godless headline-grabbing hate-mongering. Our God still reigns and He is still being merciful to  post-Christian America, and His remnant will always prevail, a goodly number of whom I have lovingly interacted with in the last 24 hours.

“He has told you, O man, what is good; and what does the Lord require of you but to do justice, and to love kindness, and to walk humbly with your God” (Micah 6:8)?

A thankful hand salute to all who made my day.

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