Phrases. Short sentences. Sound bites. You don’t have to make hour-long speeches to discover how truth is hate to those who hate the Truth. And, YES, people DO hate the Truth. Especially the absolute kind. And truth is hate, to them, because they want to deflect it. For example, the Earth is relatively young. Yeah, no more than 10,000 years old. And probably as … Read the rest…
Category Archives: Rhymes For Kids
Apparently it all started in a “gentleman’s club.” So, as you might expect, there is some controversy involved. Wait. What was that? You think I’m talking about a strip joint?! Far be it from me to stoop to such levels. No! I’m talking about the gentleman’s club where the Star Spangled Banner got its start. So, get your mind on the Star Spangled Banner … Read the rest…
I’ve been unaware of angels, on Earth, for my whole life. And I mean the real ones. Not the little kids that moms call “my angel.” No. I mean the ones I might have even unwittingly entertained. And I’ve entertained hundreds of thousands of people over the years. But apparently it’s easy to be unaware of angels. Which I find odd. Especially since, according … Read the rest…
It was a cold day in February. I was “on the road.” And, believe it or not, bad things were going on in the world. Yeah, I know. With all the world peace we enjoy these days, that’s difficult to even imagine. Thankfully bad things are a thing of the past. I’m so grateful, that over the past 36 years, especially, human beings have … Read the rest…
Just heard a song on the sound system of this coffee shop. “Tears in Heaven.” And I remembered the sad news that went with it. On March 20th, 1991, Eric Clapton’s 4-year-old son, Conor, died after falling from the 53rd-floor window of a New York City apartment. Eric dealt with the grief of his son’s death by isolating himself for a while. And eventually … Read the rest…
Maybe you’ve experienced something like this. You haven’t had your morning javalavazingzing. And you gotta get going. So, you decide to get dressed, grab your gear, and head out to the minivan (or for those of you who still drive ordinary vehicles, your car). And it feels like your computer bag feels like it weighs a ton. And your eyelids insist on their half-mast … Read the rest…
The River. It’s a metaphor. And a comparison. And a guide. Or a guard. Or even an obstacle. But the River runs. And you can never catch it. So, walk by it. Sit next to it. Listen to its monologue as it strokes the shores and slips through the landscape. The River runs through life. And it makes it way into and through the … Read the rest…