Tiger Woods, the talented, but tortured golfer, has another hurdle to cross in his quest for redemption. This week, he was caught by a television camera spitting on the green during the final round of the Dubai Desert Classic. Apparently, it was a “serious” breach of the Euro Tour code of conduct. Woods was publicly called out by tour officials and fined an undiscolosed amount. As the world knows, last year he was wrapped up in a lurid sex scandal that... Read more
L-i-a-r I type the four letters slowly. You see, I’m not writing about a politician or a fraudulent businessman. I’m not writing about some scoundrel or gangster. It’s me. I told a lie. I knew it as soon as I uttered the words, dripping like acid from my tongue, scalding a precious relationship. Scrambling, I found it Impossible to scoop it back in. And rather than rushing to correct the wrong, I covered the lie with another, creating a toxic waste zone. History tells... Read more
This article was written by Denver Handyman Philip Faustin. I’ve known him for a number of years and wish I were half the man he is. This article was originally published at The High Calling. Philip’s blog can be found here. The voice on the other end of the phone was sad, but resolute. Her beloved dog had “died a year ago.” It was buried in the back yard in a plastic tote box, “the kind with the snap-on lid,” she said.... Read more
It hits at the oddest of times. It might be in a crowded room, or while driving the car, or surrounded by friends and family. It creeps up the back of my spine and digs in just behind my heart. It’s a familiar foe that knows me well. It conjures up past wrongs and present divides and turns them into a single word. Isolation. And with that word comes all the fears of standing alone, with no one to care. It’s silly... Read more
Photo by Jenny H, by permission. As a chubby nine-year old, I dreamt of a new bike, gleaming. Perhaps a birthday surprise? I promised to God that if I got it I would clean it everyday and always lock it up in the shed at night. I closed my eyes and I could almost hear the echoing clack-clack of the playing cards on the spokes. It was red and chrome and wonderful all over. I didn’t get it... Read more
Photo by bummy2810 via Flikr “It’s so cold that the snowman knocked on the front door and asked to sleep on the couch” Now, that’s funny. Cold hearts. Frozen bank accounts. Chilled relationships. Now, that’s serious. “Out of the south comes the storm, And out of the north the cold.From the breath of God ice is made, And the expanse of the waters is frozen.-Job 37:9-10 (NASB) Now, that’s harsh reality. “Curious,” said my pastor friend Jim Walters, “that this... Read more
I’m working on my resume for God. He didn’t ask for it and it might be a silly exercise. But I want to be ready, just in case God needs it. Date of birth. Well he knows that. I better not fudge the date. The trend is toward younger people these days, but there’s no getting around this one. Education. I did go to some school. But I basically a quitter and the list of higher learning institutions are long... Read more
Take a step back, look at the world around us and be amazed. I am firmly entrenched in middle age, but am stunned at the progress just in my time. For my mother, 80-years young, I can’t even imagine what goes through her mind as the dizzying Information Age swirls around her. Photo via Flickr by * Honest * My life is with high-tech devices and sattelite images and instant communications. Data fills my desktops, the airwaves, the cable systems and... Read more
“Man, it’s cold,” I heard the man with the frosty beard say, while he stomps his feet and pulls hiw coat up all the way to his ears. “Yup,” Nick Wilson nods. “Barometers down. Cold as hell.” Image by NASA’s Marshall Space Flight Center via Flickr I chuckle silently at the irony, the disparate contradiction of the description. But I agreed. It was cold. As I shoveled off the walk and threw salt like feed to the chickens, my breath... Read more
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