If you’ve been around more than a couple of decades, you’ve probably seen it. The classic scene in a Western movie where One-eyed Jack, outside a saloon, yells to someone inside. “Hey Bart! I’m callin’ you out! You yellow-bellied-two-faced-lily-livered-hook-nosed-varmint. And if you ain’t out here in 15 seconds, I’m comin’ in!” Then, of course Bart gets up from the poker table, adjusts his hat, … The rest of the story…
Life can feel so dark and dreary when you’re focused on self all the time. And it’s so easy to focus on self when you live alone. And it’s so easy to end up alone when you’re not willing to work through the tough times, in relationships, and rely on the light of God’s word to help you. But when you DO trust God … The rest of the story…
“I don’t wanna deal with reality. In fact, I hate reality.” I was just talking with a good friend who said a person he knows told him that. And my wife said a coworker told her something like that, too. So, it would seem there are some people out there who prefer their own little imaginary worlds. And they don’t wanna come out of … The rest of the story…
Here’s the headline: “Mother Murders Child”. But here’s what a so-called professional (Manhattan District Attorney Cyrus R. Vance Jr.) practicing “law” said after hearing the verdict in the case: “The poisoning and killing of an 8-year-old boy is a premeditated act of child abuse.” Since when is murdering your child an “act of child abuse”?! A woman, named Gigi Jordan, who appears to be … The rest of the story…
I remember, even way back in the 20th century when I was a kid, how pastors could get fire-and-brimstone fired up. And how they’d want some feedback. So, a lot of them would say something with particular emphasis and ask, “Can I get an Amen?” And somebody (or multiple somebodies) would shout, “Amen!” Of course, as a little kid, I just thought those adults … The rest of the story…
I’ve talked about how my parents split up when I was around 4. And I’ve talked about how my younger brother and I lived mainly with my grandparents (on Dad’s side) for a couple of years after that. But I’ve never mentioned how my Grandmother forced me to work all hours of the day and night. And how she made me snap green beans … The rest of the story…
Back in my school days, there was a spunky and long song with a chorus that said, “Bye bye Miss American Pie.” It was written, performed, and recorded by Don Maclean. And lots of people thought the song was about Buddy Holly when it said, “…the day the music died.” But Mr. Maclean says maybe, maybe not. One thing’s for sure. The bye bye … The rest of the story…
When I first started passionately pursuing music, I was in junior high. And my love for music went supernova while I was in high school. But it took a few years after high school before I started to think I might “be a star” one day. Not because I had visions of fame and glory. But because I wanted music to be my vocation. … The rest of the story…
Just think if you lived back in the days of gladiators. And imagine if you had to go out and fight for your king with an invisible suit of armor. Sure, it would be much lighter. So, it would be so much easier to stand up than if you wore that heavy metal armor they had back then. But do you think you’d feel … The rest of the story…
Time flies. And time drags. And yet it’s all the same 24 hours every day. But circumstances are what can make those hours feel like they last forever. Or pass by in the blink of an eye. And events can happen to help you remember the day. Or cast it out of your head forever. It was 12 years ago, today, a little two … The rest of the story…