Things to think about.
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
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
I admit it. I am a science geek. So, it is no wonder that I have been watching the progress of NASA’s Mars Curiosity rover mission with great interest. I’ve been checking web sites, watching videos, reading news and comments, and studying the earliest little grainy pictures. Just a couple of days ago, I read
There is a tree in our back yard that makes a mess. It covers our deck and fills our pool with gooey dead blooms. It drops little bitty leaves like confetti, and occasionally lets go of entire dead branches. It grows super fast, sticking its branches in unwanted places, like into the side of my
I wish I were a brave man of action like David the warrior. I wish I were a wise decision maker, like Solomon the king. I wish I were a humble leader, like Moses the deliverer. I wish I were a loyal follower, like John the disciple. I wish I were a mighty missionary, like
I took our big new truck through a narrow place today. It was a little scary but I made it through just fine. I went very slowly, folded in the mirror, and proceeded with caution. I had to watch closely and be very careful so as to avoid damage. That’s the way it is when you are
I would like to share something I read this week. It’s from George MacDonald’s book, “The Hope of the Gospel.” The language and style might be a little archaic, but the message is wonderful. He is quoting what a true child of God might say about Jesus and the Gospel . . . ‘But to
Our dog Charlie died. It is a sad time at the Spruill house, but I knew it was coming. He wouldn’t stay in the fence. He wouldn’t stay on the run. He escaped from most any collar. If he pushed his way out the door, he would take off running, ignoring our calls and whistles.