Aunt Lula Holloway was never one to let an opportunity pass without capitalization. At ninety-six years of age she still isn't! She has that good word to say for the Lord and that encouragement “to do your duty” even though she sounds out from the confinement of a nursing home.

The first forty-three years of her life she was unmarried. Never having given birth to a child she "adopted" a passel of nieces and nephews as her own. Though part of her teaching was formal in her Bible class at old Schochoh church, much of it was informal yet pertinent. As the day gave an opening she walked through that door to use any possible object lesson to expose a child more completely to a Biblical principle. This writer remembers one she taught him sixty years ago in his preschool age.

There was a barrel at the end of Grandpa's porch. It caught the rain water from the porch gutter. The barrel was always handy for filling the chicken troughs scattered here and there in that country yard.

One day as chickens were drinking she said, "I want you to watch. A chicken always sticks his beak in the water, then he raises his head to let it trickle down his throat. But just maybe he is doing something else! Let's imagine he's raising his head to thank God for giving him what he needs. God gives you good things—don't let that pullet get ahead of you. You raise your face to God and thank Him always for what He gives. And remember, ‘I've never seen the righteous forsaken or his seed begging bread.’” For sixty years I've remembered! And thanks to Aunt Lula, I don't want some chicken putting me to shame.

Have you thanked the Lord lately for your blessings—like Peter, do you hear the rooster crowing? - Jim Bill McInteer