I’m gonna say a little something about living well. And I don’t mean living well. Yeah, I guess I could use a little clearing up. Because it sounds like I contradict myself within just a few words. But it’ll make sense in just a second. I’m talking about living well, the noun. There. All clear? Good, let’s move on. Just kidding. But I am … Read the rest…
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Yeah, it’s “a new material called Liquid Glass.” and here is how Apple describes it: “This translucent material reflects and refracts its surroundings, while dynamically transforming to help bring greater focus to content, delivering a new level of vitality across controls, navigation, app icons, widgets, and more.” They say it’s new. But liquid glass was described 2000 years ago. Oh sure, the following description … Read the rest…
I woke up this morning and saw the same stories in the news again. Too many fires. And too many people with questions. And not many who shared how Living Water is the answer. So, you know what that means. Too many more fires to come. But this ain’t about too many fires burning down forests, prairies, or houses. It’s about a focus on … Read the rest…
There have been countless times when all it took to open a gate of rhyming reason in my head was a picture of one single object. And that happened a lot, last year, after I stumbled upon a seemingly endless flow of stunning pictures in a social media feed. And more often than not the pictures connect my neurotransmitters and receptors to God and … Read the rest…
Pure water is colorless. And odorless. And, just like almost all comedians, movie stars, and politicians, it’s also tasteless. I could have said flavorless, but it’s more fun to make that comparison, and that’s why I didn’t. So, if you notice a hint of color or some sort of weird odor or taste, your water isn’t pure. It might still be OK, but it … 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…