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I'm not going to make any cracks about a certain community event anymore. I've learned my lesson the hard way. This is the season of community harvest dinners. All across America, small communities, churches and townships are hosting dinners that invite whatever rural residents we are left with to a full meal deal. We find the posters hanging outside small cafes and eateries in our towns inviting all to come and enjoy the fruits of their labors. We had such an event at our small, rural church in Lincoln Township, Iowa. The German Lutheran Church I grew up in hosted an annual fall dinner.
I have gained a new appreciation for those among us who have somehow developed a handicap along life’s pathway. Not that I didn’t know that there are many challenges to be faced by those among us who have had some malady that takes a part of their physical ability away. I know that. But, most of my readers know that eight weeks ago I underwent a total right hip replacement. I’m not looking for sympathy here, but after eight weeks of coming out from under the knife, I’ve been thinking of the process and what it has meant to me.