In his letter to the Philippians (which can be found in the Bible, in case you didn’t know), Paul mentioned “fellow workers” whose names are written in the Book of Life. And I believe that’s a book you wanna make sure your name is in. I know I do. Because, Whether it’s a physical book or not, it appears to be pretty important. Because … Read the rest…
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Imagine yourself walking up to two big doors one cold morning in January. The door on the left is pure craftsmanship. It’s a rich, cobalt blue with pure silver handles and hinges. There’s a leaded crystal, mirrored window just high enough that you can only see the top of your head. The door on the right appears to be made of old, cracked, and … Read the rest…
Business owners can’t be coasters. At least not if you wanna have any kind of shot at success. Because the only way to coast is downhill. And, last time I checked, that was the opposite direction of success. Business owners who prefer to go the success route have to: rent an office or design a own home office buy the office supplies get the … Read the rest…
I remember taking the Boy Scout oath way, way back in the 20th century. It’s kinda like the oath of office you’ll see Trump take in January. It was the one that started out with “on my honor.” It’s WAY different than what you’ll see young boys interested in these days. It says: “On my honor, I will do my best to do my … Read the rest…
People are doing bad things. Despicable things. On a level that America has never seen before. And you and I have two choices for what to do. Do something. Or do nothing. In fact, the whole world can do something or do nothing. It’s not just an American problem. It’s just worse here because we started out on a much better foundation than almost … Read the rest…
The anchors, the weather and sports reporters, the investigative reporters, and the editorialists all talked a blue streak night after night. So, it was ironic when Theo felt something like the stroke of a paintbrush across his heart. Because it wasn’t the same feeling as a physical paintbrush stroke. It was more like a blue streak of cool light. And it happened as he … Read the rest…
Mateo walked through the shin-deep snow on that cold February night in 1996. And one thought kept echoing through the dark chambers of his mind, “I can hear my heart, but I just can’t feel my life.” But he couldn’t figure out what “feel my life” meant. Because it wasn’t like he had NO feelings. Of course he had feelings. Lots of ’em. Passionately … Read the rest…