America’s
ideals of liberty and justice for all have been a work in progress for a long
time. Progress has been tediously slow, but steady. Mistakes have been made.
Setbacks have been painful and frequent. Progress has come only through determination,
dedication, and constant struggle, but it has come. Democratic government
requires pursuing the greater good, and addressing the needs of a greatly diversified
electorate, comprised of frequently opposing and passionately held beliefs. It’s
a volatile and uneasy accord, which is achieved only through compromise and
concession. Progress requires change, and change is hard. Once again, we find
ourselves called upon to test our ability to accept change and consent to the
will of the people. With or without our consent, change will come. The
decisions we make in 2020 will shape our children’s future for decades to come.
The work in progress will continue, and government of, by, and for the people
will shape, sharpen, and temper its time-honored pursuit of liberty and justice
for all. Progress will be slow, but achievable. Embrace the future, be civil, and
participate in the essential process of democracy. A perfect union is a mighty
lofty goal, but a more perfect union is attainable when we work together. SC
Sunday, April 14, 2019
Sunday, March 31, 2019
If you’re unable to grasp the first and most basic lesson of the bible, you’re taking all the rest out of context. SC
The very first lesson for a fledgling Sunday school student is the fact that God created this planet and all its creatures, and then He created mankind as its caretakers. If you’re unable to grasp the first and most basic lesson of the bible, you’re taking all the rest out of context. SC
Saturday, January 26, 2019
You may want to avert your eyes.
Tom Selleck achieved tremendous success modeling underwear.
I myself have all but given up. My best
hope may be my little book.
Glad
Days Long Ago is a collection of short stories and
reminiscences. It’s an assortment of unrelated windows into my life and time; a
compilation of just over 40 pieces I’ve written over a thirty year period. As a
result, the compositions are written in a variety of styles. Beyond the fact
that they are nostalgic windows into the past, my past and the distant past,
they are unrelated. The books only flow is the fact that it reflects my life
and my interests, from my childhood to the present. The book has no plot, and
no villain, other than time itself, and times exasperating inclination to run
out.
My story, although
autobiographical to some extent, is a fictional parable about youth, innocence,
faith, heritage, nostalgia, patriotism, and growing old. It contains humor,
bitter sweet reminiscences, and glimpses of a distant day when life seemed simple, summer was perennial, and childlike
faith assured tomorrows joys.
“GLAD DAYS LONG AGO” is available in
paperback or as an eBook, On Amazon.com
I appreciate your
interest.
Shannon Thomas
Casebeer
Monday, December 31, 2018
New Year’s Resolution 2019
Ready or not, the future starts now. I’m resolved to embrace it. New generations of dreamers are prepared to achieve their dreams. It will be a new age of enlightenment. We’ll face inconceivable obstacles and reach previously unattainable goals. You’ll have choices to make, and failing to choose is a consequential choice. Choose wisely. SC
Thursday, December 27, 2018
Okay, listen up! I began posting back in 2010. Over the last eight years my facebook posts have been liked over one hundred thousand times, and my blog has received over fifty thousand page views from all over the world. Quite a number of people have suggested I publish a book. “GLAD DAYS LONG AGO” contains around fifty of my most popular posts from over the last eight years. I’d be gratified if you’d read it. I believe you would too. Shannon
Tuesday, December 11, 2018
Monday, December 10, 2018
GLAD DAYS LONG AGO, and FAMILY
FAMILY
As
I sit here in the stillness,
While
the crackling embers glow,
My
mind casts dancing shadows
Of
glad days long ago.
I
recall my granddad’s whiskered grin,
His
white and wispy hair,
And
Grandma humming blissfully
From a creaking rocking chair.
I see my mother in her youth
And Daddy, young and trim.
I rarely ever walk these fields
That I don’t think of him.
Their council was the granite block
On which my faith took hold.
Their favor was the prize I sought,
As others might seek gold.
Throughout my life I sought to please
The family of my youth.
Their convictions shaped what I believe.
Their faith became my truth.
Their memories are my heritage.
Their achievements are my pride.
Their dreams became my legacy,
As through the years they died.
And when my robe of flesh drops free,
And I breathe my final breath,
Their faith shall bear my whispered prayer,
As, trusting God, I close my eyes in death.
Shannon Thomas Casebeer
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