The story of Abraham and Isaac from Genesis 22, where Abraham nearly sacrificed Isaac but was stopped at the last moment, is an powerful story of faith. However. . .
It's not untrue, as this blog did ALMOST hit a record number of views yesterday! However, that number was 76, which is admittedly low compared to other sites and blogs.
I know this falls well short of being a profound statement, but this is a strange time of the year.
I never cease to be amazed by the pilot voice. It must be a critical part of their training. Either way, I’d love to acquire this skill to use around the house.
A (surprisingly food-heavy) roundup of second-rate thoughts from a first-rate week.
I once was able to just walk out of church, get into my car and go about my daily business.
I’m pretty sure the person who created the “Do Not Reply” email, those message addenda which tell you that no one will pay any attention to your return communication, was a parent.
My wife and I had a chance to see the movie "Yesterday," about a struggling musician who is hit by a bus and awakens to find that he's the only one who remembers the Beatles, and can therefore enlighten the world. It was really good.
". . . the quiz answers are so obvious that you’d have to be a, well, moron, to NOT find the correct option. . ."
Like happens often this time of year, my kids’ school gave out “character” awards as a way of honoring the hard work and unique personalities of the children. In our case, these were based on desirable traits of Bible characters (e.g. The Noah Award for leadership). I love it. It did make me reflect, however, … Continue reading Less Desirable “Character” Awards
People are upset that Amazon employees are listening in on our private conversations through our Alexa devices. I say it won’t be a problem much longer...
I don’t know what the rest of you did for Valentine’s Day, but my lovely lady and I spent an intimate evening . . .
Now that my kids have learned to play the piano, often providing the soundtrack to our lives these days, it sometimes feels like we’re living in an Old West saloon.
I understand that you're not supposed to cry over spilled milk. But what about when you trudge out to the store in the early morning subzero wind chills to buy milk, and then trudge back home with milk, and then five minutes after you bring milk into the homestead . . .