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 . . .
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 . . .
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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This past spring, the pin oak in our front yard began to drop its leaves. Over the next couple of months, this autumn-like behavior continued. Honestly, we really didn't pay too much attention until a late summer windstorm left our yard looking more like it was November. Looking up into the exposed limbs, we noticed that a number of the . . .
Life can be stopped in its tracks by bad news. While the Psalmist says, “They won’t be frightened at bad news. Their hearts are steady, trusting in the Lord” [112:7], the reality is that a middle of the night phone call, a doctor’s report, or even an email, can rock your world.
Imagine, then, the impact of news that means you will . . .
Recently my brother and sister-in-law purchased a new heating oil tank. A few days after the installation, their heating system quit working. During the service call, the technicians discovered that the installers disposed of the sludge that was in the bottom of the 30 year old tank by dumping it into the brand new tank. They then filled the . . .