Decided to snooze political posts for a while. The bad news is, now all I see are ads for MasterClass...
Sometimes, while listening to music or an audio book via Bluetooth headphones, I'll walk away from my phone, often traveling several rooms away, or even outside, and the music or book will continue to play just as clear as if I were sitting next to it, the signal obviously carrying that distance just fine. However, … Continue reading Anti-Bluetooth Body
The biblical books of Kings are rich, but can be challenging to read for many reasons, not least of which is the fact that many of the names are very similar to each other. (King Jehoiachin and King Jehoiakim, anyone?) It's like reading a novel with a couple who’s names are Bobbi and Bobby: "Why … Continue reading There’s a good chance we know the killer’s name
I present herein some actual examples, where words in simple, everyday sentences have been replaced with synonyms. Be advised/warned/informed/apprised.
Took the kids inside McDonald's today. It was stressful! Back in the day, the only real risk of eating inside a McDonald's was the ever-present high likelihood of heart disease and obesity. Now I'm constantly wondering if we should have our masks on or how we're supposed to get our food or if any of … Continue reading Yet another McDonald’s post
. . . That, in my humble opinion, stresses the limits of what should be acceptable as art, and makes a mockery of the artform.
My wife and I visited an actual brick-and-mortar (the cement type, not the explosive-launching kind) bookstore this week. . .
Perhaps I’m alone, but I am very thankful that Abraham Lincoln's seminal speech at Gettysburg did not have to be delivered remotely.
As you can see, I'm not a poet. I just liked these words, together. A NOTE ABOUT TIME It's October. It's December. It's May again? And I'm not sure of the year. Time and time and time. A nickel buys bread, but there is no medicine to stop … Continue reading A Note About Time
When I was a kid, I experienced something on a regular basis that I didn't have a name for. Now I know what it is, because I still struggle with it, and I've sought to surround myself with people who will help me to deal with it.
This chair belonged to my grandfather.
I don't know what else to say.
I had made it a stated, sworn, cross-my-heart promise to write and post more, worry less, etc, but . . . here we are.
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. . .