“You listen here, buddy,” she said. “After all we’ve been through, after being sure you were going to die and leave us, we’ve learned four things.”
West Coast Denn is usually pretty chill, but I’m afraid I’ll step on her or trip over her. So I do what any red-blooded American does and swear at her trying to hurt her feelings...
Today, I have more of a sideways reminder and encouragement rather than a study. It’s a time for encouraging.
It’s a dance between politicians and hemorrhoid creme. Someone has the pay the billionaires who run CNN, and I can always change the channel.
Immediately, I wondered what Paul would write about me? Or my Sunday School class? Or my church? Would he make a list about me like the one he writes here?
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.
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 →