Your Stories vs. Google Searches
In this particular Tuesday morning 8th grade Bible class it’s somewhere around 8:43, depending on which clock you look at. My antique Orange Crush clock has become stubborn and recalcitrant…
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Skipping Smart – An Open Letter To Those Under 30
We overhear you in the coffee shops. As members of our families, we listen to you tell us what you’re learning in college. We employ you at our businesses. We…
When God Goes Fast
When I was in high school my sister Joleen had a horse. I’d ridden him at a gallop many times and thought I’d gone as fast as that horse could…
Paint Job
When I was in high school, a friend of mine made plans to spend his summer riding across the United States with a group of bicycle enthusiasts. For his trip…
“I’m Sorry”
Last Wednesday evening I took my girls to play mini-golf. When you play putt-putt with twin 6-year olds, you don’t bother playing yourself. You just try to keep them focused…
Megan
She’s a beautiful 8 year-old girl with spark and energy. Look at her face and into her bright eyes for only a second and you can feel her keen sense…
A Fair Hearing
It was fall of 1993. I'd lived in the East Valley only a couple months and was still finding my way around the valley. One late afternoon I discovered a…
Of Tornadoes And Pie
It was 25 years ago this month that my Grandpa Thompson passed away. I just realized that today. On the calendar, 25 years is a long time. Yet in my…
“X” Factor
Anyone you know that’s not acting like themselves this week? Someone who doesn’t seem like they’re on top of their game? They say, “What you see is what you get.”…
Small Victories
About a month ago I noticed my lawn beginning to wake up. Understand, my patch of backyard grass takes all of five minutes to cut. I had five minutes so…