There was one thing I wanted from God. It was virtuous. It was honorable. It was good. So I prayed. And I asked. And I exhorted. And nothing happened. Maybe He didn’t hear my prayer. Image via Wikipedia Maybe He didn’t care. The prayer was for a miracle, for a change of heart and direction. We’re told that with “the faith of a mustard seed,” we can move mountains. I believed. But it didn’t happen. The Prodigal’s path continued and I there I stood... Read more
For most of us, there is a real reluctance to verbally share our faith in the workplace, in our neighborhoods or with friends. Political correctness, workplace rules, and just plain fear often hold back our tongues on even the most simple of faith expressions. Andre Yee, who blogs at Every Square Inch, says that Christians are often hesitant to share their faith because of the presumed negative reaction from others. “Yet, God has called all Christians to the holy task... Read more
If I had one, I’d hoist a white flag. Because, I give up. I surrender. There are those all around — competitors, coworkers, “friends” and family – who stand ready to attack my reputation, credibility and honor. Some of it is justified, Some of it is not. I look at all the energy I’ve expended, trying to keep the mockers at bay. The mental and physical things I’ve had to do to defend my ground has been more than what... Read more
I have a dream of changing the world, but there are so many reasons why I can’t — or won’t. You see, I have a past, littered with selfishness and broken relationships. I have inadequacies, personal chinks in my armor that I know leave me vulnerable. I have doubts and uncertainties about my abilities. “Pick someone else,” I pray. Indeed, if you are like me, we are all beset by sins and failures, fears and temptations. We keep hoping to get a... Read more
You’ve seen the signs: “Veteran. Anything helps” “Out of work. God Bless” “Hungry and cold. Thank you. You know the people. Friends, family, neighbors or coworkers, who have had a bad run of luck. Medical bills. Cars that never run. Jobs that never seem to last. Nothing goes their way …ever. You also know the Scriptures, Jesus was moved by the poor, by the defenseless, the hopeless. by jptshawn They are everywhere. They aren’t just sleeping in the parks or panhandling on the overpass. They... Read more
It’s happened to all of us. It might have been a simple schoolyard experience, with kids unleashing cruelty as any only they can. It might have been a friend, who lost their tolerance for your company. It might have been a love, who found another. It might have been a family member who turned and walked away. In any case, to be forsaken hurts as deep as any insult.To be admired and liked, accepted and trusted, embraced and loved, and then to... Read more
It’s a title no pooch really aspires to have, but Yoda of Hanford, CA, is officially the world’s ugliest dog. He’s a sight. Hairless legs. Tongue hanging out the side of his mouth. Fur all amiss. (The losers are not much prettier! Video here)The 14-year old Chinese Crested Teacup Chihuahua was found in a field by the Schumacher family, wrapped in a garbage bag. At first, they thought it was a rat.And you have to love the quote they gave to KSEE TV. “She’s... Read more
How many wars have we waged on words? The war on drugs.The war on poverty.The war on obesity.The war on terror. None of them have been particularly victorious. We have greater drug use now than ever. 43 million Americans are on some form of government sustenance. More than 63 percent of Americans are overweight. Bombs are still going off all around the world, just not here. One thing we are learning, is that you can’t fight a word. But I’m... Read more
Everyone has dreams. Admit it. Even you. Maybe it’s a material dream, revolving around a bigger house or a different job. Maybe it’s as heart-felt as empty spot across the table with a spouse or a friend. Maybe it’s an empty womb that cries to be completed. Maybe it has to do with a different location or destination in life. We all dream. Some are just silly. Like my dream to sit in a cabin, along a creek and just write.... Read more
It was dirty, rusted and completely unusable. I walked right by it, heading straight for the table of loose tools and shop gadgets. But then, my eyes drifted back, drawn by the shame of its condition. Like a lookey-loo on the freeway, gawking at the wreckage, I just had to look at it’s condition. How awful! It was an Underwood typewriter, the kind that my grandmother might have used at her factory secretary job Or the kind that reporters used... Read more
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