In the latter part of 2009 a mother of four was admitted to a hospital in Phoenix. She was in the first trimester of a pregnancy and the right side of her heart had ceased to function. After careful and prayerful consideration Sister Margaret McBride,...
We are in the midst of a presidential campaign and silliness will abound in the coming months prior to November. Each side will listen ever so carefully to the other side waiting for a phrase or sentence to yank out of context. It will be...
I was sitting in a beautiful church. I could not imagine what it cost. The pipe organ alone cost more than most church buildings. The stained glass windows were awesome. Each window told a Bible story. And yet as I left I was uninspired. The...
Life is full of surprises. We don't always get what we expected. A couple of months ago we went to the local shelter and brought home a pretty black lab puppy or so we thought. As she has matured we noticed her behavior is not...
I watched a lady this afternoon walking her toddler. He was on a leash, just like a dog. At first I mentally objected but the longer I thought about it, it seemed like a really good idea. He might as well get used to it...
We all know “utopia” is an imaginary place where everything is perfect. “Dystopia” is just the opposite. It is an imaginary place where everything is dysfunctional like Lucifer’s kingdom. I was tempted to say that this world is dystopia. If I focus on the world...
Amos is called a minor prophet. He is called that because his book is small. However, his message is huge and just as appropriate today as it was hundreds of years before Jesus was born. The heart of his message comes in chapter five. Speaking...
I am sitting here looking at a photo of a spokesperson for a hair-care company giving one million dollars worth of PRODUCT to a mission for the homeless in LA. I am trying not to be cynical about the value of this gift as I...
I sometimes wish life was as easy to sort out as it is in the old-time westerns when the good guys wore white hats. I very much doubt there is much of a market for white hats. Good historians, those dedicated to seeing through our...
When I was a very little boy, before we moved to the country, we lived in a city row house with just enough room between the house beside us to accommodate a walkway and a small patch of ground. The patch had no grass. It...