Rushing's Ramblings

Something shifts inside the heart after absorbing a view of thousands of people living in tents beside the muddy waters of the Rio Grande in Mexico. Babies and little children playing just outside the open canvas doors of the tent while a mother watches silently add to an unforgettable image burned into your brain. Under different circumstances, that mother and those children could be my daughter and my precious grandbabies. In paraphrasing a Bible verse as he watched prisoners being led to their executions in the mid-sixteen century, John Bradford said, "There but for the grace of God, goes John Bradford." I traveled to Matamoros last weekend after receiving monetary donations from family and friends to help an organization called "Angry Tias y Abuelas of RGV." I became acquainted with them in 2018 when I made a trip to McAllen/Reynosa as part of another organization named "Grannies Respond." We joined forces to assist immigrant families who had

There are angels around us, some visible, some invisible.  I’ve been fortunate to meet a few angels in my life.  When interviewing a nurse for the rehab hospital I managed, I asked the applicant about her work experience.  As she described her professional journey from college in another country to work at various hospitals in other countries, she softly and quietly mentioned her time with Mother Teresa.  Her father, mother, and she had spent several years with (Saint) Mother Teresa in India, volunteering their medical expertise for the poorest of the poor in Calcutta.  I hired her on the spot. Angels amongst us don’t talk about helping others.  They do it.  They stand up and do whatever they can to make a difference in the lives of others less fortunate.  Often, they are the first person to pitch in and help in a tragedy.  And they do this without any kind of forethought. I recently met several people who I would describe as angels.  They wouldn’t want to be identified as