For most folks, New Year’s resolutions are futile. At each year’s end, I jot down several for the coming twelve months, but usually abandon them before January ends. This year, I talked to someone I could always count on for sound advice — Jaybird, one of the most virtuous men I have ever known. The old black man, who always called me his white son, now resides in my heart and in Heaven.
“Jaybird, how can I overcome lack of self-discipline?”
“Son, all things, whatsoever you ask in prayer, believe, and you shall receive.”
