I’ve known, for a long time, at least somewhere way down inside my soul, that there really aren’t any good guys. But that’s because I discovered the ongoing double standard for what makes a good guy. For example, there’s the white hat standard. ‘Scuse me while I tell you a story about it. I can remember when you could still … The rest of the story…
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I mentioned, in the past few days, that a friend of mine died. But I don’t think I mentioned how he’s now more alive than he’s ever been. More alive than you or me or anyone else on this planet. Because we’re all born into a broken life on a broken planet. And the only thing that has any possibility … The rest of the story…
A few days ago, I shared a little backstory to some lyrics by a friend of mine. Cristina also wrote more lyrics that she sent me to look over. And I liked how she described some of the glorious, intangible things God gives us. Yes, God gives us a bountiful world to inhabit. But that’s not the truly glorious stuff. … The rest of the story…
A couple of days ago I watched a short TV interview. I found it through a link someone shared on a social media channel. And the interview was between a couple of guys who were talking about the murder rates in many cities in American. Especially in the “minority” communities. So, naturally, the topic got me thinkin’ about home security. … The rest of the story…
After talking about my former pastor, yesterday, I thought about how that story ties in nicely with what I’d like to share with you now. And it’s about what happens when things get dark. Because when things get dark is when THE Light shines bright. Or at least that Light CAN shine bright. But it’s still your choice. When things … The rest of the story…
I used to be an avid runner. And I’ve mentioned before (here on the website and in the podcast) how I ran miles and miles and miles a week. Even entered the famous Peach Tree Road Race in Atlanta, Georgia when I lived there for a year. If you can run, and you live there…and if they still have the … The rest of the story…
I’m a dwelling place. And that’s not a typo. I didn’t mean to say I have a dwelling place. I said what I meant. And I meant what I said. But when I think of me as a dwelling place, one question comes up. A one word question. Why? Or it could be a two word question. Why me? And … The rest of the story…
What I’m talkin’ about, right now, is a far cry from free love. That’s a whole ‘nother story. And maybe I’ll talk about it some time in the near future. But, for now, I’m talkin’ about love freely given. Because I believe it’s the main reason I’m able to share my thoughts with you…and why you’re able to read or … The rest of the story…
“To be, or not to be: that is the question: Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or to take arms against a sea of troubles, and, by opposing, end them? Yeah, ol’ ShakySpear posed an age old question about how to deal with the world. But like Sir William, we still fail … The rest of the story…