Ms Elle and I went for a drive in the Big K outback today. And I noticed something. It appears to be Christmastime. Did you guys realize that holiday slid into our midst again. Crazy, Daisy. Anyway… There’s something about the look and feel of the heartland that stirs up the warm and fuzzy embers of my heart and soul. And I think it … The rest of the story…
Too many people thumb their nose at God and say (actually say out loud or say metaphorically) “You are cruel. And I hate you.” I know it’s harsh. But that’s what they say. In one way or another. And that’s even if they say they don’t believe God is real. So, here’s the thing about that. You are NOT worthy of hate or criticism … The rest of the story…
I’m gonna get my usual awesome Christmas present this year. But certainly not because I deserve it. And here’s a list of other people who don’t deserve theirs. People who: Donate to charities don’t go to Heaven Take care of the elderly don’t go to Heaven Perform random acts of kindness, every single day of their lives, don’t go to Heaven It’s not that … The rest of the story…
We’re in the Christmas countdown for 2024. And, as I write this, it’s only 7 more days till the big day. But the Christmas countdown I think about these days, started way back when. And I’m sure I don’t have to tell you that eternity is a lot longer than the 30, 40, 50, 60, 70, 80, or 90 years you might live in … The rest of the story…
I read a short article about human suffering. And it reminded me of some old commercials for the headache product you’ve probably heard of. Bufferin. I remember old commercials from back in the days of black and white TV. Yeah, we humans sure want the pain to be gone. Even ALL the pain of the world. C.S. Lewis is quoted as saying this: “The … The rest of the story…
It’s already the third December Monday of 2024. And with temps, here in the heart of the heartland, lingering in the 20’s and 30’s at night, naturally my imagination wanders off into island time. What? A December Monday doesn’t affect you that way? Well, maybe that’s just because you haven’t waxed, poetically, about what’s waning gibbous out there in the middle of the night. … The rest of the story…
Sinless perfection. Man, did I ever miss that mark?! And I’ve got the lines in my face and gray/silver/white hair to prove it. Yep, I’ve lived long enough to see the killing effects of sin. But I’ve also lived long enough to gain some wisdom. And wisdom has taught me that those lines and gray hair just mean I’m closer to the end of … The rest of the story…
How do you know when time runs out for you? Pretty easy question to answer. Right? You’ll know when you’ve run out of time when your body takes that left turn back to the soil from whence it came. (side note: I love to use that expression “from whence” because of a funny Jack Benny skit from a long time ago) Anyway… The point … The rest of the story…
That wall is a terrible place. And it gets almost NO attention. Oh sure, there are some who talk about it. But they’re usually called haters. And do-gooders. And technical stuff like that. But the media barely give it any mention. Yeah, you won’t find many (if any) politicians talking about it either. From lowly locals all the way “up” to outgoing and incoming … The rest of the story…
I wrote a song about freedom. And it was a very me biased perspective. You probably can’t or won’t relate to the words at all when you read ’em. The main reason is, well, you’re not me. And that’s a mighty good thing. Anyway… My song about freedom was also influenced by life “on the road.” Yeah, for a few years of my life, … The rest of the story…