April 9, 2025 - Good Morning! It’s Wednesday, April 9.
I’m in the great city of San Antonio for a few days, visiting family. My oldest daughter is here, and my only sister. My two favorite granddaughters are here, as well - my only two! I’ve always liked San Antonio. I grew up in Houston, and lived for fifteen years in Dallas, but the Alamo City is my favorite of the Big Three Texas towns. Almost 20 million people live in these three “metroplexes,” and the majority of them are from the same place - someplace else.
For the past 20 years I’ve lived in smaller places, and I certainly don’t miss all the traffic and crime. But I wouldn’t mind moving to San Antonio. It’s a place full of history, over a century older than Houston and Dallas - over 60 years older than America. And a lot of that history is still standing. Houston and Dallas have never been very good at preserving their past. They’ve always been about newer, bigger, richer. Like the lyric in the old Joni Mitchell song, “they paved paradise, put in a parking lot.”
History - remembering - is important. The poet Maya Angelou put it like this - “You can’t really know where you’re going, until you know where you’ve been.” We can never really know what the future will bring. That’s where faith comes in. And that faith is nurtured and strengthened by remembering. The psalmist expressed it like this - “I remember the days of old; I meditate on all that You have done, O Lord; I ponder the work of Your hands.”
Meet you back here tomorrow,
David
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