There had been nothing special about her. Nothing that would have caused me to take note of her. Only that she walked toward me along the left side of the path (her left, my right), so I had to move to my left to pass her. I remember she was tall and hadn't appeared to…
Some nine years ago I sat on a weight bench at the Wolf Creek YMCA in Toledo listening to some new music by Sara Groves. (Has it really been nine years that I've been working out? I really should be in much better shape.) The opening song to her All Right Here is "Less Like Scars,"…
A repeated theme in Proverbs is the personification of wisdom, how she calls out inviting the simple into understanding. We live in the information age, yet for many, wisdom is elusive. With the Internet, there are boundless opportunities for learning, but there is also the proliferation of inaccuracy. Wisdom still calls.
In high school I had a serious girlfriend for about two years. As serious as a relationship can get in high school, I suppose. By the way, this relationship is one among myriad reasons for not allowing our girls to date until after high school.
During the weekend we had opportunities for moderately safe adventures, including hiking and repelling. Some men went fly flishing too, though I'm not sure there's much danger in that. There would have been if I'd gone along.
Several years ago I was packing my bags for an international flight, a trip that would take me to Guatemala, and I felt I needed to write Cindy and the girls a letter. Three letters, one each to be read in case something fatal happened to me.
I think in school I just liked the rules, the 2+2 always equals 4. My favorite subject, English, also contained rules: grammar rules. I don't remember all the names of the parts of speech, but I know how to use them and when I can break them. The same is true in music.
I wrote back in the spring about the seven churches I’ve been a part of. What I didn’t write then is that to varying degrees I was wounded at those churches. (I’m sure I did some wounding myself, but I tend not to remember that.) Looking back I realize now that I left each church with just a little more resentment towards my fellow saints. This continued to build until I could no longer ignore it.
Adultery.I typed the single word in black on a white screen, where it remained while I contemplated further words. It stood alone, ugly and provocative.
A few days ago I stopped at a mall in search of Brookstone. I always liked the tech gadgets you could find there, but it had apparently closed down since the last time I'd visited. So instead I looked in a few of the stores for some jeans. ... You can easily drop $100 at places like Abercrombie & Fitch, Express, and the Gap. I couldn't. At least not so easily. But I learned at the Buckle, though, that they would alter any jeans I'd purchased from them. Thus, I will have reached my quest for a 31-inch inseam.