In 1988 Dolly Parton pulled every 7th and 8th grader in Sevier County into a room and told them to pick a buddy.
She made them sign a contract.. if BOTH graduate, she hands you both $500. One fails, nobody gets paid.
The county dropout rate went from 35% to 6%.
She handed out the checks herself.
In 1989 she offered $500 to every kid in the county who wanted to go to the local college.
When Gatlinburg burned in 2016, she sent 900 families $1,000 a month for six months.
You've probably heard that part.
Here's the part you haven't:
The fund raised more than expected, so she showed up in May and handed every one of those families another $5,000 on top.
Then she quietly put $3 million into the recovery group that handles the years after the news trucks leave.
She built her county an entire hospital.
She played a benefit concert in 2007, Dollywood and the Stampede matched it, and LeConte Medical Center opened in 2010 with a birthing unit and a women's center in it.
In 2022 she started covering 100% of tuition, books, and fees for Dollywood employees.
Full-time, part-time, AND seasonal.
In 1991 she paid for a bald eagle sanctuary because the birds couldn't be released back into the wild, no press release.
And when Hurricane Helene came through here in Western North Carolina, she wrote a personal check for $1 million and her companies matched it.
She didn't owe North Carolina anything, but she helped anyway.
She started the Imagination Library because her daddy couldn't read or write. Before he passed, he told her it was the most important thing she ever did.
Rest in Peace, Dolly 🇺🇸
It was revealed that Dolly Parton was secretly battling cancer but she didn't say anything and instead released this song as one of her last to raise funds for children with cancer. Even while she was sick she was still thinking about others. I’m absolutely devastated.
Dolly Parton is dead, and the church never knew what to do with her.
Half my feed is posting rhinestones today. The other half never trusted her, because she would not wear the uniform.
She never preached a sermon.
She just did the works.
One man. Fifty-eight years. In an industry that eats marriages. No scandal reel, no reality show, no trading up. Just Carl, and a promise kept until death did them part.
She could have built towers in Nashville. Instead she built in the mountains she came from, so the people she came from could work.
Two hundred million books. Given away to children, free, no strings, while the rest of us argued about what to read.
A million dollars for a vaccine in the middle of a plague, and she called it what it was: helping.
She was a feminist who never used the word, a superstar who never left home, and a believer who never made you watch her pray.
"Yea, a man may say, Thou hast faith, and I have works: shew me thy faith without thy works, and I will shew thee my faith by my works." James 2:18.
We spent years asking whether she was one of ours.
She never asked whether we were one of hers. She was too busy feeding children.
I do not know her heart. That was never my job. I know her works, because the whole county she came from lives on them.
"Wherefore by their fruits ye shall know them." Matthew 7:20.
You want to honor her today? Put down the tribute post. Put a book in a kid's hands. Stay married. Do the works.
That was the whole sermon. She just never said it out loud.
Some nursing homes struggle to attract visitors. One retirement home in the Netherlands decided to do something different. Instead of asking people to visit more often, it invited young people to move in.
In the Dutch city of Deventer, Humanitas introduced a simple idea more than a decade ago. University students could live in the nursing home rent free. In return, they would spend at least 30 hours each month as good neighbours to the residents.
There was one important detail. The students were not hired as nurses or caregivers. They weren't expected to provide medical care. Their role was simply to be present.
That often meant eating meals together, sharing conversations over coffee, celebrating birthdays, helping residents use smartphones and computers, watching football, playing games, or sitting beside someone who didn't want to spend another quiet afternoon alone.
The idea came from Humanitas director Gea Sijpkes, who saw two problems at the same time. Older people were becoming increasingly isolated, while many university students were struggling to find affordable housing. Instead of treating them as separate issues, she brought the two generations under the same roof.
The results quickly became noticeable.
Residents had more opportunities to socialize and daily life became livelier. Students often discovered friendships they never expected. Many spent far more than the required 30 hours each month because the relationships no longer felt like an obligation. Some even stayed in touch with residents after graduating and moving away.
The program attracted international attention through PBS NewsHour and has since been highlighted by organizations such as AARP as an inspiring example of intergenerational living.
Humanitas didn't invent friendship. It simply created the space for it to happen.
For generations, families and communities naturally lived alongside grandparents, parents, and children. Modern life slowly separated those age groups into different places. Humanitas showed that bringing them back together can benefit everyone.
Sometimes the answer to loneliness isn't another program or another piece of technology.
Sometimes it's hearing laughter from the room next door, sharing dinner with someone from a different generation, or having a conversation that reminds both people they still have something valuable to give.
A home doesn't become warmer because of the building.
It becomes warmer because of the people inside it.
Hobby Lobby founder and CEO David Green says he does not view himself as the true owner of the multibillion-dollar company he built. Instead, he believes God owns everything and that he has simply been entrusted to manage it faithfully.
“We’re stewards. We are not owners,” Green explained, pointing to Psalm 24:1: “The earth is the Lord’s, and everything in it.” (Billy Graham Evangelistic Association)
That conviction has shaped how the Green family uses Hobby Lobby’s success. According to a recent profile, the company gives more than 50% of its profits to Christian causes, including Bible translation, evangelism, church planting and ministries sharing the Gospel around the world. The family has reportedly invested more than $1 billion into Christian work through its foundation and ministry partners. (Billy Graham Evangelistic Association)
Hobby Lobby began with a $600 loan and has grown into a company with more than 1,000 stores and annual sales exceeding $8 billion. Yet Green says the purpose of continued growth is not simply accumulating more wealth—it is creating more opportunities to tell people about Jesus. (Billy Graham Evangelistic Association)
Green’s testimony is a reminder that success is not measured only by what we gain, but by how faithfully we use what God places in our hands.
Whether God has entrusted us with money, influence, talent or time, everything can be used for His glory and the advancement of the Gospel.
“Moreover, it is required of stewards that they be found faithful.” — 1 Corinthians 4:2
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3 Communists walk into a bar, one orders a $15 mixed drink, one a $10 Martini, and the other a $6 beer. When the bill comes, based on their mantra, they are forced to split the bill equally.
Next week, the three, once again, return to the bar, but this time, they all ask for separate checks, so the bartender asks them, why aren’t they splitting the bill equally, since in communism, everyone pays the same fair share. The three communists reluctantly agree, and once again split the check 3 ways.
The following week, the three communists return, but with a mob of devoted followers, and protest the bartender, to change the prices of all their drinks, to the cheapest drink on the menu.
In fear of his business vandalized or burned down, the bartender agrees. So the following week all the communists come in and enjoy their $6 equally priced drinks, and celebrate the successes of communism.
The Communists continue this for several more weeks, until one Friday they return to the bar, to find it closed, with a sign out front, stating that the bar is out of business.
And that comrades, is how communism works.