Sunday was a day of celebration. It was not only Father’s Day, but also Anita and my 40th wedding anniversary, and our grandson’s (Reuben) 7th birthday. So, it was a day of feasting and gift exchange. After eating, Nathan came to me and told me that something was burning downstairs. So, I took off like a cannon shot because there is absolutely nothing downstairs that should be hot, but with 4 grandkids around, who knows? Soon, all the adults were sniffing around trying to find the source of electrical fumes. We finally narrowed it down to the TV and carried it outside. Within an hour the air was fresh again. There’s nothing like television to bring a family together, right?

I’ve learned that we should never get too attached to earthly things; they come and they go. Its family that matters. As long as those family connections remain firm, all is OK in life. TVs can always be replaced. Only family and friends go with us into heaven.