Just before leaving for church on Easter Sunday morning, I grabbed my dress shoes from the closet. Looking them over to see how scuffed up they were, I noticed that there was a stone wedged in the sole of one of my shoes.
Carefully working to remove this stone in my sole, a not so humorous pun came to mind. I began to think about how . . .
Stir-crazy after a significant snowfall kept us home-bound for two days, I decided to venture out to uncover our cars. Clearing a path from the porch to the driveway, I then began to push the snow off the cars and shovel it into the yard. While I worked my way to the street, my wife alerted me to the fact that our dog, Sophie, was peering . . .
One of the TV shows my family enjoys watching is called “Chopped.” This cooking competition features four chefs who each must prepare an appetizer, entrée, and dessert. At the beginning of each course, the chefs are presented with a basket of three "mystery ingredients" that must be included. The additional twist in the show is that . . .
“Rate the Bible.” That's the invitation randomly extended by the creators of my Bible app. While my response to this pop-up is usually, "not now," one particular morning I took a few moments to consider the challenge. “How would I rate the Bible?”
“What a foolish question,” I thought, as James 4:14 ran through my mind. . . .
One of the recent Facebook updates that I have come to appreciate is a pop-up indicating “Reestablishing Lost Connection.” This appears when my phone service switches from cellular to wifi and vice versa. While I believe the app’s creators are seeking to appease user impatience, the true value in the message is found in the divine reminder it . . .
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Noticing the accumulation of leaves on my back deck, I decided to put the detachable blower on my shop vac to work. The job was done in no time as these symbols of fall softly settled onto the grass in the back yard. Motivated by my success, I decided to tackle the front porch which was peppered with tiny leaves dropped from four hanging . . .