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When I was in school, back in the “good ole days” no activities were scheduled on Wednesday nights or Sunday. Those days were set aside for church. Like many other things, that has changed and not for the better….

Getting Inaugurated I haven't been invited yet, but I am keeping my phone lines open in case President-Elect Trump decides to invite me to his inauguration. Perhaps he will want me to speak or something. My cell phone is fully charged.

I was visiting with friends just before New Years and asked them if they were going to make any New Year’s resolutions. Only one of them had plans to do so. I must admit, I did not. If I would have, I would have taken some advice given many years ago….

Dear Bill, I arose this morning (Saturday, November 9) feeling great and most of it was because of the week’s events and that now we will see a great and good man returned to the White House.Therefore, I felt constrained to write some of my feelings and this is the result.

Recently a man we know died in his nine_es, a_er serving in the military un_l he re_red and then had a long career as a police officer un_l re_rement again. Jimmy covered his beat not in a patrol car or on foot, but on the back of a horse.

Jim Priest is CEO of Goodwill Industries of Central Oklahoma and can be reached at jpriest@okgoodwill.org.New Year’s ResolveYears ago I taught a Sunday School class in December on the topic of setting goals for the new year.

Many people do. Many people find this particular holiday season to be full of heartache, or a nameless void. They can feel a myriad of unwelcome emotions that threaten to overwhelm and sink them into a black hole. Sadness, depression, loneliness, anxiety, or just the very fear of any of those.

Jim Priest is CEO of Goodwill Industries of Central Oklahoma and can be reached at jpriest@okgoodwill.org.A Merry Memorable ChristmasOne snowy Christmas Eve, our family decided, at the last minute, to drive to Texas to see my wife’s parents.

Recently a man we know died in his nineties, after serving in the military until he retired and then had a long career as a police officer until retirement again. Jimmy covered his beat not in a patrol car or on foot, but on the back of a horse.

Hope on a sinking shipThis is a “but for” story that could have resulted in me never being born, never knowing my Dad, never writing this post… Dad was in the Army in WWII and was sent to Camp Miles Standish outside Boston in the Fall of 1942.