Newsworthy?

I live in small-town, our population is currently around 2600, but fluctuates with the rise and fall industry. We have two stoplights, a small police force, a newspaper, and a volunteer fire department. I wouldn't trade my town for any other.
I enjoy reading the newspaper every Thursday. There is always plenty of bad news, but sometimes it's enjoyable to read about somebody missing a bull, or the police/sheriff's department assisting somebody who has locked their keys in the car. Not that I want someone's livelihood adversely affected, or somebody in a tight spot to not get help, but that it's rarely about extreme violence or missing people.

There is always good news in the devotional written by Grace Curby. She offers a Bible Scripture and follows it with real-life experiences that relate to her chosen Scripture. I don't know for certain, but I'm assuming that she receives no compensation (here on earth) for her efforts. I am certain that Grace is laying up for herself treasures in heaven.

Her Devotional Message is sponsored by individuals, businesses, and churches. I'm Very Thankful that those people have invested in something that shares the "Good News".

As happens with all good things, at times they will be misused. I make it a point to look at those who contribute and only on a couple of occasions have there been additional contributors. One of those was during a local election. Someone thought it would be good PR for a candidate to support the devotional message and they did so for several months leading up to the election. Shortly after the election, their name disappeared from the list and has never been on the list since.   Coincidence?

I never like to end my posts without something positive so here's another attempt at humor.

I was visiting my daughter this week and asked her where her newspaper was. 
 She laughed and said, “Dad, it’s the 21st century. We stopped buying newspapers years ago. It saves trees. But you can borrow my iPad.”

Okay, fine, whatever. 
But that lousy housefly never knew what hit it.

Much love, Dennis