Sometimes I’m just sure that God gave me Mrs. Griz to keep life interesting. Well, if not, it could be that Mrs. Griz thinks so. Please don’t read me wrong. I’m not embarrassed to be married to Mrs. Griz or to have her at my side wherever I may go, but she does have this knack of saying things in times and at places I just might not say them. I try to tease her back, but she is so much better at it than I am. I’ve already told you how she likes to tell stories about me and things I have done which might not always reflect well on my intelligence. The fact that they are true is no excuse for telling them just to see my face turn red. Well, on one Sunday a few years back, she did it at church, no less, and before almost the entire congregation. You see, the former pastor had this practice once each month at the opening of Sunday school to allow a member — a different one each month — to put an item, unknown to him, in a small gift box. He would open the box and use that item as an illustration for some spiritua
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Opinion, Pages 6 on 04/17/2013
Print Headline: GRIZ BEAR COMMENTS: Longhorn Sermons