The word seems to be out that the 39th anniversary of “that tragic event”, as my father always used to call it, has rolled around yet again.  I remember my 9th birthday very well, as the Kansas City Royals won the World Series in Game 7 against the Cardinals that night. Thirty. Years. Ago.

In keeping with a birthday tradition that is now over 10 years old on this blog, here is one of my favorite songs, “Will There Be Any Stars In My Crown” by the Cox Family.

I am thinking today of that beautiful land
We shall reach when the sun goeth down;
When through wonderful grace by my Savior I stand,
Will there be any stars in my crown?
Refrain:
Will there be any stars, any stars in my crown,
When at evening the sun goeth down?
When I wake with the blest in those mansions of rest,
Will there be any stars in my crown?
In the strength of the Lord let me labor and pray,
Let me watch as a winner of souls;
That bright stars may be mine in the glorious day,
When His praise like the sea-billow rolls.
Oh, what joy it will be when His face I behold,
Living gems at His feet to lay down;
It would sweeten my bliss in the city of gold,
Should there be any stars in my crown.