I was working on a mount for my telescope tonight. There was measuring, cutting, sanding, and drilling involved. I don’t have an excessive amount of tools, but I do have most of what I need, and when it comes to drills, I have more than what I need. I have two drills; an old one, […]
Sometimes in life, people play games that we, as Christians, ought not to play. We may take the better choice and stand aside while others vie for the title of champion of something not worth winning. We may choose not to play the game, but that does not mean we can always avoid being involved.
There is a crooked tree in our backyard. It’s my fault. When it was very young, I transplanted it from where it ought not be, to a place where it could grow nice and tall. Then a year or two later, in an overzealous effort to free it from an evil clingy kudzu vine, I broke the top
Our grow group at church has been going through “The Truth Project” material from Focus on the Family. It is very good material that teaches a Christian worldview on a variety of topics such as science, politics, work, social order, etc. At the foundation of the class is the assumption that the Bible is the
I used to think that little things didn’t bother people as they got older because they had matured. They had learned to ignore the small stuff and focus on bigger issues. Now that I am older, I know better. Older people aren’t ignoring the small stuff. They just can’t SEE the small stuff. Such was
Below is a poem I wrote more than ten years ago and sent to poetry.com. I have hesitated to post it on my blog because, quite frankly, it’s a little embarrassing. Despite that, I have decided to swallow my pride and post it for several reasons. First, I have felt like I should for a while
There is no such thing as leftover bacon. I have never seen it and I am convinced it does not exist. In researching the topic, I have discussed the issue with several people. They have all agreed. Leftover bacon is a myth. At first, this theory may appear to defy logic. Every other food is capable
“Buy her a diamond, get a free hunting rifle.” It’s what the sign said as it advertised a new sales campaign for a prominent local jeweler. It sounded crazy at first. Then I realized the true message on the sign. The real message was “Use someone else as a means to get something for yourself.”
The building stood empty and dark. Here and there, a window was broken, a jagged hole left as evidence of a rock, hurled by a strong arm, powered by passion and malice. All around the building, rocks, shattered glass, broken boards, nails and debris lay as evidence of dastardly deeds. The doors were all locked,
A few days ago, I saved a worm’s life. He was wriggling like mad on the sidewalk, hopelessly removed from the comfort, safety, and security of the nearest dirt. He must have crawled out there during a rain storm, got lost, and since he had no fingers with which to work his GPS, was doomed