“I can’t believe you said that!” She looked at me like I had committed the worst of atrocities. I used the word, “Gal” when referring to a female who had just waited on me. It’s an old term. Probably a hold-over from my mother, who used it constantly, an easy, generic name for every woman she didn’t know the name. But now those darting eyes from this gal – I mean woman — told me her opinion of this term.... Read more
Chocolate. Vanilla. Twist. I remember the ice cream machine at Frosty’s Diner in Northern Nevada’s Carson Valley. Mom would load the kids and make the drive over the mountain pass. At the end of a day of shopping this was our special treat. She would pull the station wagon packed with groceries and supplies and we would bounce to the counter to see the machine. The machine would spit out chocolate or vanilla with a pull of the lever. And to... Read more
I love the news. In fact, my radio dial doesn’t even know there’s an FM, that wonderful invention introduced 60 years ago. Stuck in a world of the latest happenings, I’m following the trends of the moment. I listen to commentary and debate and all the swirling gestures of a world gone crazy. I watch the news at home and read the paper in the morning. Go ahead, ask me. I’ll tell you the latest. But it’s dragging me down.... Read more
I recently appeared on Radio Station KPOF. We talked about the benefits — and the sheer delight– of living dangerously. “Saying Yes” to God is a risky proposition, because you lose control. But what I found out is that it leads to an amazingly fulfilling life. I wish I would have started saying “yes” to God decades ago! Take a listen and let me know what you think. Am I crazy? Read more
Last weekend I worked in the yard, cutting trees and turning over soil. I bagged leaves, weary from the winter decay. At the end of the day, I lined the bags along the curb and dragged my body into the shower, washing away the earthy soil that were marks of my labor. Finally, I sat down on the couch. I felt good. Satisfied. That’s what work does. It refreshes the soul, it rejuvenates the spirit and charges the body. It’s... Read more
I’ve waited a few days before wading into this bathroom discussion. Potty talk isn’t really my thing, but suddenly our culture is abuzz about who can and cannot enter a bathroom. Why suddenly is this an issue? For my whole life it’s never been a problem. But then a few city councils have decided to open up the bathrooms, forcing a reaction. For all the talk about a Constitution “right to privacy” in the abortion debate, I’m a little surprised... Read more
I sometimes get frustrated at the level of gymnastics we will go through to talk ourselves into an easy faith. We want to feel better about ourselves, to sooth our insecurities. We pull out every Bible promise that helps. We want to be blessed, to be happy. In our desire to make faith easy, we lie down on the couch, hoping Jesus will speak to our id, our ego and our own selfishness. Wrapped in our own indecision, we stand,... Read more
The older I get, the more a measured life beckons. I want to play it safe. And I know you can relate… We don’t walk along the ledge because we might fall. Meanwhile, we miss the view. We don’t run down the mountain, hair flying in the wind, because we might trip and fall. We forget what it’s like to spin on the merry round so many times our insides are turned out and our faces hurt with laughter. We... Read more
“Throughout history there has always been a tree in the middle of the garden. It’s there in the garden of our world. In the garden of our society. In the garden of our nation. In the garden of our community. In the garden of our families. In the garden of our hearts. There’s always a tree.“ Paul Wilkinson wrote an amazing blog post at Thinking Out Loud about this current generation – and the one prior – and every generation since... Read more
A couple of days ago, I told you the amazing story of Albert Sayegh. Last fall I met him in a Jordan motel and listened to his life in shambles. He had been displaced from Aleppo, Syria, his home bombed by any one of a dozen rebel or government groups. He gathered his wife and three young children and left everything . They crossed the southern border but then found themselves stuck in a quagmire of politics. Then Paris struck. Then San... Read more
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