Tag: faith

Everything looks good … for your age

Count your blessings, name them one by one;
Count your many blessings, see what God hath done.
— Popular hymn written in 1897. Number 118 in the song book at church.

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I am blessed.

The Oxford dictionary defines blessings as “God’s favor and protection.” A good friend and mentor once defined blessings as family, friends, shelter, never going to bed hungry, health, and happiness. That same person, who knew wealth, said, “Money and material things are not blessings; they’re just yardsticks for those who foolishly think they are.”

My loving mother led me to learn about blessings. Attending services with her at Southside Church of Christ in Mount Pleasant where I was blessed to learn the heart and mind of being thankful to the Giver of all blessings. Exposed to God’s inspired word with Mom’s careful oversight.

Over the years I ‘ve come to believe, however, that I’m still comprehending more every day about how truly blessed we all are in one way or another. And how I need to be increasingly more grateful.

Concepts of blessings in my youth centered around simple things. Like leaving the classroom convinced I had just bombed a test, only to discover the next class period that I miraculously squeaked by, just above the bare minimum for passing. Or too many times when blessings overshadowed my bad decisions. Amazingly allowing me to dodge jail time and serious damage to my health record.

I have no doubt that I single handedly forced more than one guardian angel into therapy or early retirement.

Thankfully, however, not the one riding with me the long-ago night when a failed motorcycle tire at 70 m.p.h. caused my bike to abandon all natural forces and gravity. Catapulting me over the handlebars and through the cold night air. Slamming the right side of my head and shoulder down onto U.S. Highway 67. Sending me sliding on the pavement, grinding away the right side of a perfectly good safety certified helmet.

Blessings allowed me to get up and walk a quarter mile to find a ride to the hospital. Then allowed me to go home that night with only scratches, bruises, and a separated shoulder.

Some years after that, another poor guardian angel was assigned to bless my ride flying a Piper Cherokee 180 from Center to an Oklahoma destination I’ve since forgotten. My comfort in the reassuring sound of a Lycoming aircraft engine at full power boosting the aircraft upward through 6,000 feet at 725 to 750 feet per minute vanished when the motor faltered, missed, and began losing power.

Emergency procedure training kicked in and raced through my head. Along with an episode of Art Linkletter’s old TV show, “Kids Say the Darndest Things.” When Linkletter asked one youngster who wanted to be a pilot what he would tell his passengers if the engine quit, the little guy thought for a moment and replied seriously, “Now I lay me down to sleep …”

That’s when straight ahead, I saw the runway at Carthage, Texas. Altitude and airspeed were perfect for a straight-in semi-gliding approach. The airplane’s tires squeaked smoothly on the pavement just as good as any planned landing.

Blessings were abundant on Monday of last week in a big-city health care facility waiting room, filled to capacity. Where too many of the occupants required canes, walkers, and wheelchairs for mobility.

“I knew this day was coming … if was lucky,” I thought. “Sure seems like it got here in a hurry, though.”

“Always tried to take care of my health with exercise. Eating properly, sometimes.” I offered the cardiologist. “My doctor said I should come see you. Used that ‘at your age’ thing. The one that isn’t really funny any more.”

I was still counting blessings while walking on the treadmill. “Chest pains? Shortness of breath,” he asked? “Nope,” I responded. I counted more blessings as I watched my heartbeat on a monitor while skilled hands and eyes searched for the good, the bad, and the ugly.

“Everything looks good,” the doctor reported. “Great … for your age.”

Christmas is coming. Decorations are in place. I have family and friends who love and care for me, and whom I love and care for in return. My bed is warm at night. I have more food than I have any business eating. And maybe we’ll sing hymn number 118 Sunday at church.

I am truly blessed.

And I’m working harder every day, even at this age, to be more grateful for … “what God hath done.”

—Leon Aldridge

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Aldridge columns are featured in these publications: The Center Light and Champion, The Mount Pleasant Tribune, the Rosenberg Fort Bend Herald, the Taylor Press, the Alpine Avalanche,  the Fort Stockton Pioneer, the Elgin Courier, The Monitor in Naples, and Motor Sports Magazine.

© Leon Aldridge and A Story Worth Telling 2025. Excerpts and links may be used, provided full and clear credit is given to Leon Aldridge and ‘A Story Worth Telling’ with appropriate and specific directions to the original content.

How do they possibly know

Sometimes I think we are alone in the universe, and sometimes I think we’re not. In either case the idea is quite staggering.
— Arthur C. Clark, (1917 – 2008) English science fiction writer.

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Mount Pleasant friend and MPHS classmate Dick Zachary noted on social media a couple of weeks ago, his struggle to comprehend how much “six trillion times several billion” might be.

I agree with him. We had great teachers. I mastered the slide rule that I never used outside of class and was able figure out the cost of a Frito pie and a Dr. Pepper at the Tiger Den across the street from the campus. But even Mount Pleasant High never equipped us with calculation capabilities involving billions and trillions.

Dick’s mathematics mystification was triggered by a newspaper article he shared with his post. I didn’t see a source on it, but a portion of what looked to be an Associated Press byline was visible. The headline read, “Sneaking a peek at distant galaxies — Data trove from European telescope previews areas of new six-year study.”

The text reported, “A European space telescope launched to explore the dark universe has released a trove of new data on distant galaxies.

“The images and other data released Wednesday by the European Space Agency’s Euclid observatory includes a preview of three cosmic areas that the mission will study in finer detail mapping the shapes and locations of galaxies billions of light years away. A light-year is nearly six trillion miles.”

And this is where Dick asked his first question, “How do they possibly know? It blows my mind. At the speed of light, it would take around 20 years just for a light beam to reach a billion miles.”

I bring up my friend’s curiosity not to imply that I have an answer. Oh no, far from it. I still get cross-eyed trying to figure out how the GPS app on my phone knows where I am, where I am going and that I missed the last three turns. And that’s just traveling a few miles in East Texas. Heaven forbid I should attempt six trillion miles into deep space.

Dick’s doubts about grasping distance in space, however, does remind me of my daughter Robin. And a conversation we shared on the back porch one night at our home in the Texas Hill Country near the Medina River. A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away … about three decades ago.

My beautiful daughter inherited my gift of gab and thirst for questions that make one think, which led to some wonderful and often spirited conversations. That heritage, and the fact that she excelled in high school debate — a skill she practiced on me every day when she was a teenager — made for moments I remember as if they had happened just yesterday.

“Do you ever wonder how far the sky goes,” she quizzed me one night as we gazed at stars in the Hill Country sky and discussed her report card.

“That’s easy,” I replied. “The sky never ends. The heavens go on forever.”

Silence.

“W-w-what do you mean … it never ends,” she responded slowly.

“It never ends,” I repeated. “Some things are infinite, and space is one of them. It has no end.”

More silence. Silence indicated differing processes with my children. It made my son, Lee, smile. He was the quiet type who was always thinking about something. With Robin, the more you offered, the more freely she vocalized her thoughts while processing them.

“No wait,” she recovered sitting up on the edge of her chair. “That’s not possible. It has to end somewhere. Everything has to have a beginning and an end.”

“Not necessarily,” I said. “Space is one thing that has no beginning and no end.”

More silence.

‘Dad, there has to be an end. Nothing can go on forever without end.”

“OK,” I proposed. “Let’s say that you are right, that trillions and trillions of miles and light years out there is a stop sign that says, ‘The end. Space ends here. Please take an alternate route to wherever you were going or go back from where you came.’ Something has to be on the other side of that sign. A brick wall. A different kind of space. Something. With space and the universe, there cannot be just nothing.”

Longer silence.

Before she could arrive at a response, I added, “Let me give you something else to think about. Just as the heavens have no end, time also has no end.”

“Daaaddd!” Her falling tone of voice was filled with frustration. “I’m still working on this space thing.”

“Work on this while you are at it,” I added. “God has always existed. There never was a time when there was not God. He has always been and always will be. And He created ‘the heaven and the earth.’ It’s all in the Bible.” Just start at Genesis one and one.”

The silence by this time was deafening.

“Do you want to know something else,” I asked?

“No,” she replied sharply. “We’ve covered enough space and time for one night.” She got up, turned toward the door, and paused. “Good night, Dad. All of this makes my brain hurt. I’m going to bed.” Then added with a smile, “This conversation has an end … for tonight.”

So, how do modern space researchers really know? Maybe I can get my daughter and my friend together to figure this out. Then they can let me know. I’ll even loan them my slide rule.

Goodness knows I can’t help them, though. I can’t even follow a GPS out of the county without missing a turn.

—Leon Aldridge

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Aldridge columns are featured in these publications: The Center Light and Champion, The Mount Pleasant Tribune, the Rosenberg Fort Bend Herald, the Taylor Press, the Alpine Avalanche,  the Fort Stockton Pioneer, the Elgin Courier, The Monitor in Naples, and Motor Sports Magazine.

© Leon Aldridge and A Story Worth Telling 2025. Excerpts and links may be used, provided full and clear credit is given to Leon Aldridge and ‘A Story Worth Telling’ with appropriate and specific directions to the original content.