Robert Wayne White

Blog 2385 – 05.06.2022

Robert Wayne White

Every year on this date for as long as I can remember I have celebrated the birth of my brother Robert. I arrived on the scene eighteen months before him, but unsurprisingly I have no recollection of a time when he was not in my life. As adults we have not spent a great deal of time with one another, most of it living in states divided by several other states, but as children we spent most of our waking hours, especially in the summer when school was out, together.

Like brothers so close in age we shared everything and argued about most everything. We shared a bedroom and till we were teens even a bed and could split a Coke or candy bar with the precision of a Rabbi at a Bris. We were barely churched Baptists as boys and later after a beloved brother of my mother died regular Sunday School and church attending Church of God boys. Hundred of churches go by than name. Ours, like all of the others claiming it was the New Testament one, was actually started by a Holiness preacher named Daniel Sydney Warner in 1880 and has it’s earthly headquarters in Anderson, Indiana.

Today my baby brother turns three score and ten (that is seventy years for you folks unfamiliar that a score is twenty years.) He taught me one of the most encouraging words there is – brother. We are told and plainly of our higher power, and our best self, that there is a friend that sticks closer than a brother and that is very, very close.

Happy birthday to my brother and to all my brothers and sisters.

Your friend and fellow traveler,

David White

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