I’ve been meaning to write this for a while now, but I keep putting it off… Continue reading
Great news. I, who struggle to finish anything, have a book on the way! Look for it right here one week from today (that would be Wednesday, November 14). I mean, well, today is not the 14th–today is the 7th, so a week from today will be–oh, you know what I’m saying.
The first five people to leave a comment below will get a free copy of the ebook, which is all about…well, come back and find out.
While you wait, go back and peruse my previous posts. If you comment on one of them, plus comment here, you will receive a free ebook and a hearty, “Well done!”
Now that’s a bargain.
Last time, I discussed the idea of witnessing by accident. If you missed my last post, you would be best off to go and read it, then come back to this one. Otherwise, this current story will have a less profound impact on your life, and we wouldn’t want that, now would we?
Ready? Let’s go…
Romania, 1990. I was on a mission trip, and had the opportunity to preach. It was a brutally humbling experience, during which I learned that the word “gypsy,” while innocuous in the West, is a full-blown racial slur in Romania. Continue reading
Note: This is Part Four of a series. Wouldn’t it be a kick to go back and read from the beginning?
The best laid plans of mice and men gang aft agley.
But not skunks. Skunks always win. Continue reading
Note: This is, as you can read from the title, part three in a series. If you’re just joining us, may I suggest that you go back and read parts one and two?
The unendurable teaches you endurance—or leaves you broken and weeping by the side of the road.
So, I forgot to replace the tubes on the trailer. Continue reading
A journey of a thousand miles…is really, really long. Continue reading
You’ll never know what you can do until you nearly die.
Goal setting is an important part of life at which I stink. Therefore, I have determined that my kids will be proficient at it. At least, that’s my goal. Continue reading
When you assume…
I have mentioned before that I’m not what you, or anyone you know, would call “handy.” One of the problems that comes with being less than fully “ept” is that one tends to trust any man with coveralls or a tool belt to automatically know what he is doing. I know I shouldn’t oughta, but I do. Last week I paid an annoying price and learned some valuable lessons. Continue reading
Here we go again….
My daughter is a drama queen…and I mean that in the nicest sense of the word. Continue reading
Every castle needs a throne—and I’m not talking about one with plumbing.
I don’t have a “Man Cave” per se, but I do have a big, comfy Daddy chair. It’s green, just so you know. I didn’t go looking for a big, green chair; I just went looking for a place to relax. Continue reading