You’re probably never gonna grab a needle and thread and sew anything. So, on the surface, maybe what I’m about to say won’t interest you at all. But bear with me. Because I’m gonna connect a needle and thread to God. “I call that mighty bold talk for a one-eyed fat man,” you say, quoting a line from True Grit. OK, setting my fragile … The rest of the story…
Nope. I’ll never be on one of those New York Times bestseller lists. But I’m fine with that. And here’s why. Because it’s the New York Times. And they don’t wanna associate with the likes of people like me who talk about the power of God’s love so much. They’s rather promote the wimpy, limp-wristed, “tolerance and diversity” nonsense that attempts to pass itself … The rest of the story…
Now and then, with a keyboard or pen, I go back where I’ve been. That’s what I say now. And “then” I said this: I find it difficult to write anything without trying to make it rhyme in my head. Or without pondering the rhythm of the words. It isn’t obsessive. But it IS almost constant. And dare I make a mention of the … The rest of the story…
I know you’re a busy person. You’ve got appointments. Calls to make. And people to see. Not to mention (but I will) mouths to feed and broken things to fix. And you gotta do all this while bad things happen all around the world. It’s maddening. It’s saddening. And it’s almost more than a mere human being can bear. So, you might not have … The rest of the story…
If you even think evil thoughts, you’ve sinned. How’s that for a cheerful start to your week? I had one main reason why it came up in me to say that. Because of the kinds of things that transpired over the weekend as millions of Americans enjoyed beer and football. Their thoughts and deeds were mostly benign. But the thoughts and deeds of many … The rest of the story…
Lily was here. That’s what she wrote, with her finger, in the sugar-like sand of the west Florida beach. And she sat there, doodling, for a couple of hours. Alone, with only her trepidation. Yeah, that was the word. She remembered when she first heard that word. Back in high school. “That’s me, alright,” she thought. Miss Trepidation. Some might call it butterflies. Others … The rest of the story…
It’s not impossible. Although sometimes it can certainly feel that way. And you definitely don’t have to accept it if you don’t want it. So, think it over before you accept or reject your secret mission. Because the fate of the world is in your hands. Well, actually, your secret mission doesn’t determine the fate of the world. But it DOES have some immeasurable … The rest of the story…
There are definitely some awesome digital tools nowadays. Especially for people who’d like to create and sell things like words and music. (hmm, can’t think of anybody like that right now…) And even “real job” people can create and sell with digital tools. Yeah, I recently learned how some farmers can program big machinery to work the fields without human drivers. Whoa! That’s almost … The rest of the story…
Another painful day of anxiety. And the effects, of it, range from silent crying to freaked-out scenes in public places to even assaults. Day after painful day after day. Oh, maybe I should clarify. I’m not talkin’ about me. Good heavens, no! I trust that Jesus Christ loves me and that He’ll never leave me nor forsake me. So, I’m covered by the Creator … The rest of the story…
I’ll say it right up front. I’m for it. I believe it’s good to encourage yourself. Just as it’s good to encourage others. So, don’t misinterpret what I say about the following “psychological” advice. Because it’s easy to encourage yourself into selfishness. Here’s a definition of selfish, right out of (gasp!) a dictionary: lacking consideration for others; concerned chiefly with one’s own personal profit … The rest of the story…