Author's note: This is a re-posting from my old blog site. It was one of my favorites, so I wanted to post it here. My wife and I had such high hopes. We were going to take our kids to a state park, hike to a waterfall, observe God’s glory in creation, play in the … Continue reading How Hope Went Down the Waterfall…and I Ate Ice Cream
Waiting stinks. We have to wait in traffic to get to and from work. We wait at restaurants to get lunch. We wait in line at the grocery store. We wait for our children to go to bed so we can get a few minutes of peace. We wait for college football to start, (at … Continue reading Waiting Stinks Like Old Milk.
Bacon, the morning's delight, It satisfies, my appetite. The wonderful foot product of pork, It doesn't even require a fork. It sizzles when it hits the pan, This morning candy of every man. It pops and cooks until it is done, Then ready to be eaten by every one. It's salty and crispy, colored red … Continue reading An Ode to Bacon
Last week my wife and I were talking about a tough time our family was going through. In a moment of brutal honesty, she stated, "Spiritually I'm a wiener." I totally understood what she meant. In my walk with the Lord I want to be a person who faithfully trusts God, who perseveres in trial, … Continue reading I’m Just a Wiener Christian
Churches these days are seeking diversity in their congregations. "We need to be more diverse," they say. Diversity is particularly sought among the racial makeup of the church. If a church has large numbers of African-Americans, Hispanics, and Caucasians mixed together, it is considered a diverse church. If a church is mostly filled with Caucasians, … Continue reading Worship Services Hurting part of the Body of Christ
When I was younger my understanding of the gospel was that it was for law breakers. God had given his laws, people had knowingly broken them, and God sent his Son to pay the penalty for law breakers on the cross. This is all accurate, but it is incomplete. Now that I'm older and wiser, … Continue reading Broken People Can’t Help but Break Things
I don't like prayer. There. I said it. Why, you ask? If I have a bad day at work I can come home and ask my wife for a hug. Immediately she will throw her arms around me and tell me it's going to be okay. If my car breaks down I can go to … Continue reading Prayer. It’s frustrating.