My heart beats at 68 beats per minute. That’s on the low end of average for a person who is sitting around doing nothing. When I get up and go for a walk, my heart works a little harder, speeding up to 72. When I wake in the morning, it’s already thumping along at 66 […]
There is a guy who works at Wendy’s. I have seen him there for the 20 years I have lived here, but he told me yesterday that he has actually been working there for 28 years. He cleans the tables, throws out the trash, checks on the bathrooms and does a few other odd jobs.
The other day I was in the bathroom when I whispered a prayer. The thought hit me that it was a strange place to pray. I know the bible teaches us that God is everywhere and we should pray always, but is it really appropriate to talk to the holy, righteous, almighty God, the creator
My dentist fixes flat tires. I know because he fixed mine. I don’t know if he does it for everybody, but I do know that he did it for me, and I was truly surprised. I have been thinking about it ever since. Tammy and Sam had a dentist appointment to get their teeth cleaned
Sam and I came across some bones while on our Sunday walk. A skeleton of sorts. It was the backbone and rib cage of what I can only guess was a deer. It was kinda weird to see it laying there by the side of the road so we stood for a while, trying to
I hope this post doesn’t sound too “preachy.” It is something that has been on my heart and although I mentioned it in my post about the Haiti trip, I find myself feeling the need to unload my heart just a little bit more. So, here it is. Read or ignore, but at least I have gotten
There was a parade in downtown Denver on Saturday. It was a celebration of St. Patrick’s Day. People lined the streets, where they cheered and waved as the parade participants flowed through the crowd. I watched for a while, wondering who these people were who marched so proudly through the onlookers. Were they famous people?
Well, this might be my last post before heading to Haiti on a mission trip. I am going to help with a teen retreat. As usual, I face the trip with a mixture of excitement, fear and trepidation. I am anxious. What if I don’t have enough material? What if I don’t have the right
[ Warning! If there is anyone out their who thinks I have perfected the Christian experience, the following post contains a big spoiler! ] We are called to love, but is it wrong to hate a dog? We have a dog that severely tests me. I chased him all over the neighborhood this week end