Whatever happened to handwritten thank you notes? A few weeks ago I went on the hunt for some notes to use both at home and in my pastoral ministry, but after walking through three different department stores I began to wonder if my search was in vain. Since when did locating some simple greeting cards become as difficult as hunting a white-tailed deer or a wild turkey?

Finally, on my fourth store, I spotted the elusive cards. I seized two handfuls with a manly sense of satisfaction. Is this what all those Pennsylvania deer hunters feel like after a successful stint in the woods?

“Jesus, Master, have pity on us!”

As I stood in line to pay at the register, I looked down at my collection of cards. I smiled. My mom would be proud. My mom often hounded me when I was growing up to write out thank you cards to friends and family members who had given me a special gift…. read more here