His men had never seen their Master angry at anyone except for Temple leaders. It was His right as a man to strike her.
Stop reading if you think chugging a charcoal milkshake makes sense. You’ll waste time and get nothing from the post.
People bicker like children about freedom and why President Trump doesn’t wear a mask and why we can’t toss down a few beers at the local restaurant with a dozen friends, sitting on each other’s laps.
Then - then! - I saw it and heard it again. I almost wish it was a baby cottonmouth with a mouse in its fangs, crying and squealing.
At work, if the subject arises, most agree that both candidates and both parties are flawed, so you have to pick the lesser of two evils.
I'm paging through a journal now and find this. I'm not sure if I'm embarrassed or should laugh, or both. You decide.
Most Sundays, I post a brief lesson about the Christian life. I don’t preach. My goal is to understand what the writer writes, and what the hearer hears. I leave the what it really means to others, smarter than me, and bolder. I can’t write and think about this without bias, and I will address it... Continue Reading →
This photo broke my heart. It came attached to an email this week from a charity helping the poor in various countries. It purports to be a Peruvian woman who makes the barest of livings collecting recyclable scraps. That’s the only information given. The pessimist in me immediately wonders if it’s true. She could be... Continue Reading →