Things to think about.
I went to Olla Louisiana last week. It’s a little place, a very little place, in the middle of the state. I was there for a business trip, but I took some binoculars with me because I figured I might get to see some stars at night. After all, Olla is a long way from […]
Oh give us help against the adversary, for deliverance by man is in vain. Through God we shall do valiantly, and it is He who will tread down our adversaries. – Psalm 108:12-13 NASB
Bloom where you are planted. It’s the best way to get your beauty noticed. . . and to keep from getting mowed over. 😉 Consider the lilies how they grow: they toil not, they spin not; and yet I say unto you, that Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.
When I was a small child, I used to play in the back yard with a friend named Benji. I don’t remember much about Benji. We moved away when I was 6. I remember even less about Benji’s dad. But there was one incident involving Benji and his father that has always stuck with me.
I woke up this morning with weeds growing in my brain. Saturday mornings are a time when I sleep in a little bit, and if I am not careful, the weeds can take hold while I lay in bed contemplating the day. When I feel the weeds growing, I know it’s time to crawl out
Flies! I hate ’em. They really know how to mess up a lunch at the park. Buzzing around, landing on my hamburger, gnawing on my fries, sipping on my straw, they drive me crazy! Where did all these flies come from anyway? I can only assume they’ve been breeding on the junk thrown in the
I was in an upscale shopping center. An out-door mall of sorts with parking in the middle and shops on each side. The parking lot was full of BMWs, Mercedes, and Lexuseseses. (I’m not sure how to pronounce, much less write the plural of “Lexus.”) I even spotted a Jaguar and a Porche. Clearly, not
There were two bugs in our house this morning. Well, maybe even more than two, but two that I noticed. One was a dead butterfly someone had brought in and laid on the counter. The other was a live moth that most likely flew right on in, uninvited. Both were in the kitchen when I got
I heard this morning that Christopher Hitchens (famous atheist, author, and journalist) has terminal cancer. With respect, I would ask him and others with similar beliefs two simple questions: When you get to the edge of space, the very end of the universe, and you take one more step, what is beyond the edge? When
My dog stares at my while I eat. She has no manners, no pride, and no sense of shame. She unabashedly stares and begs, watching my every move, hoping I might, by some act of particular mercy or grace, offer her a small tidbit for her eternally empty stomach. It’s very annoying. Why does she