Store up for yourselves treasures in Heaven
where moth and rust cannot destroy and thieves cannot break in and steal

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Be a Dad

My father used to play with my brother and me in the yard. Mother would come out and say,

“You’re tearing up the grass,” and dad would reply,

“We’re not raising grass. We’re raising boys.”

Life affords no greater responsibility, no greater privilege, than the raising of the next generation.
C. Everett Koop

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