I would like to sing the praises of procrastination. The wind prevails from the west so the street gutter in front of my house has over filled with maple and oak leaves. Just last evening I finally said to myself that when I awaken in...
Whether we want to admit it or not commercials do affect us. They are pervasive. A sixty minute football game can easily go three hours. That is twice as much time being bombarded with commercials as the amount of time we actually watch the game. ...
While browsing the biographic section at Barnes and Noble this evening I remembered a conversation I had several years ago. The person I was with told me he never read fiction. He only read biographies. Really? I’m not sure there is much of a difference. ...
Christianity is filled with “Little Engines.” They think they can. I am not sorry to tell them it is futile. You can’t. You can grunt and groan out “I think I can. I think I can.” a thousand times and you will NOT “get to...
If Freud is correct and my adult actions are the fruit of my childhood, then there is good reason why on Thursdays I am the neighborhood trash man. Our trash goes on Thursday mornings and on my daily walk with Jazz I pick up the...
I was sitting in Applebee’s with my wife reading my email on my phone. I wasn’t offending her because she was scrolling through Facebook on her phone. I thought this is stupid. This was an opportunity for quality time conversation with the person I love...
I love sandwiches. When I was a little guy my favorite sandwich was peanut butter with pickles. I could barely wait for lunch at school so I could have my sandwich. One of the great things about a peanut butter sandwich is you can spread...
We took our walk this evening after sundown and darkness had settled in for the night. This is a great time of the year. Many of our neighbors have already decorated their homes for the holidays with a vast array of lights. We do not...
I know someone who just cannot bring himself to believe in our Christian Good News. He is a thoughtful person. He is not turned off by our call to a high standard of living nor is he reluctant to be sacrificial in giving. He understands...
Robert Frost wrote, “Not yesterday I learned to know the love of bare November days before the coming of the snow.” “The desolate, deserted trees, the faded earth, the heavy sky.” “These dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be; She (my...