Letting space speak
Sometimes I feel like I go through much of life with my internal volume settings on low, when everything is muted. Then something nudges one of…
In praise of Billy Graham’s feet
I’m not a contributor to the new book that celebrates the life and legacy of Billy Graham, but if I had been I would have wanted…
A dime to spare
I usually toss any dimes I have in my pockets at the end of the day into a jar, where they stay until an annual count-and-bank.…
Footnotes and foot soldiers
Humility would be a much more appealing virtue if, having developed it, you were allowed to enjoy people praising you for the achievement. Unless you were…
Lost on a Greyhound bus
Sometimes my blog is wonderings, sometimes it’s wanderings. This is one of the latter, more of a meander than a meditation, prompted by a soulful version…
The smudge and my smugometer
If it hasn’t all been left on my pillow, I will wake up this morning with a gray smudge in the middle of my forehead: the…
The process of progress
The church street sign that reads “Try God, because Google doesn’t have all the answers” is cute, but it also points to a serious issue—how technology…
Sitting in God’s waiting room
I’m writing this by hand in the examination room at my doctor’s. The nurse brought me in here, took my blood pressure, then left telling me…
The ugly truth behind the “easy” way out
If Charlie Peacock’s claim to be “the king of excuses” is accurate—his song, In The Light, was made famous by dc Talk—then I am his Prince…
Sometimes letting go is the only option
Given that I don’t have much of a head for heights—I get nervous and dizzy standing on tiptoe, and I am not much for the cold;…
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