Let’s Pretend

Hey . . . the top of another week . . . Sunday is 24 hours into the history books . . . and I feel like playing.  So let me invite you to play with me. Let’s pretend. We used to do that when we were kids.  When you pretend, you can be anyone that you want to be and...

Fingernails

It’s like fingernails on a chalkboard to me when someone says that the church is a business. That’s like saying a snake is a broom, a skunk is a kitty cat or a pastor is a CEO. I apologize for this confusion because most of us have aspired at some point to...

Labor Day Ramblings

Labor Day Weekend . . . if I wasn’t the pastor I am not sure that I would go to church tomorrow. I suspect by now that I would be wherever people go on these long weekends.  That’s sort of like the missing sock and the dryer.  You know you put two socks in . . . but...

Up is Down and Down is Up

They are building a new convention center in our fair city. There are boards erected all around the site with screened peep holes that allow for observers to monitor activity and progress. I keep waiting for something to emerge that looks like the artist’s rendering...

Not Getting Fed . . .

how hungry are you? Her first pot roast was akin to a burnt offering. She felt terrible about it. I considered it a culinary mulligan. History has proven it to be exactly that. My wife is the finest cook that I know. It was simply common sense, not pre-marital...