tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-150234782011-07-17T06:38:49.689-05:00Are you ready to trade hostility for peace? This blog is dedicated to helping people live at peace with one another. Whatever the setting; home, school, work, or church. I hope you find answers here.Randy E. Williamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10981010684238068993noreply@blogger.comBlogger61100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15023478.post-6916001449404716042011-04-02T14:18:00.002-05:002011-04-02T14:21:58.922-05:00

The editor of a small, obscure magazine, The Philistine, needed to fill some blank space in order to publish his March 1899 edition. He chose a seemingly insignificant article. It was an opinion piece about American work ethic describing the actions of a soldier in the U.S. Army. A Message to Garcia, told a story of how President McKinley needed to get an urgent message to General Garcia head

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"...love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you." Matthew 5:44The 2010 Super Bowl will always have a special place in my memory. Not only did my beloved New Orleans Saints finally make it to the big game; but they played it in a most unforgettable way. Down only a few points at the half; they decided on a dazzling start that was sure to throw their opponent off balance. Never in

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One day, this second grader was on his way home from school; when some older boys thought it would be funny to play catch with a water balloon and me in the middle. Humiliated and outnumbered, I stomped off home steaming mad and dripping wet. I fussed and fumed and dreamed of retaliation all the while my mom dried me off. How do you respond to those who persecute you? Perhaps, more to the

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I have many comical memories of my grandmother sheepishly wandering around the house looking for something. “What are you looking for grandma?” She was too good hearted to lie, which led ultimately to her confessing that she had lost her eyeglasses...once again.Everyone would pitch in to help her look; it usually wasn’t too hard. Often, they were in plain sight--right under her nose--or-- one

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Randy E. WilliamsThere was six years between me and my sister, she being the elder. For a little boy it’s challenging enough simply having a sister, but an older one had its special challenges. (She reminded me several times in a day)While we had more than our share of sibling rivalry, I’m happy to say that we outgrew it and today she’s a great friend. Back then was a different story. The only

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Restoration Is Worth The PriceBy Randy E. WilliamsI once worked with a guy who liked to restore cars, especially muscle cars. The nicest one that he restored, in my opinion, was a ‘68 Chevy Corvette. Metallic blue with a white convertible top, set off by chrome mag wheels and dual exhaust. Everything that he put on the car was just how the original owner had it. He worked from old photographs,

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