Opinions

Most of my earliest memories of my Mother are black-and-white snippets of her standing before the kitchen sink washing dishes and wearing a blue apron with navy and red flowers, which tied in a bow in the back.

For those of you that read this column, I hope the insights and considerations are worth your time. I have political and social speculations like all of you, but I would much rather stay focused on how awesome God is. I’m just a student desiring to understand what I believe, while also trying to listen carefully and be discerning about the convictions of others. Everyone has their own opinions about everything, and when we become involved in endless criticisms and accusations, it accomplishes nothing. In fact, it makes things worse and we have enough of that already. It’s important to me that I know why I believe my views and this can only be accomplished through prayer and study. If we desire to present Christ to a confused world, He pleads with us to surrender our will and learn how to live in the awareness of His presence.

I start noticing the planes overhead when it’s nearing the time to go. Planes don’t fly low over this small Mexican city. San Miguel de Allende doesn’t have its own airport, so the few planes flying overhead are high in the sky, headed off to somewhere else. I rarely notice them at all -- until it’s time to leave.

My mother never watched soap operas. She was more likely to turn the television off, than on. She hummed while she ironed in the afternoon heat, or read a little bit when she finished, but she didn’t rely on a television set for daytime drama.