A Word About… Third. When I was boy, and I got into a race with some of the kids in our neighborhood, I didn’t like coming in third. Of course, everyone wants to be first. But since there can only be one first place, I learned that second place wasn’t that bad. But third place?…
A Word About… Mushrooms. A simple and serious question today about what you may have noticed … about mushrooms. I have a really good friend who has an amazing eye for photography. He’s not a photographer by profession. In fact, he’s a physician. But he occasionally sends me photos he’s captured with his iPhone; a…
A Word About, … Encouragement As I sat alone eating in my favorite Thai cafe the other day, I noticed a couple having lunch, conversing, smiling, laughing. They looked married, and I supposed they were. Their interactions were animated, almost playful I think. And their lunch together seemed to make my lunch alone somehow…
A Word About Hate. There were never any bad words uttered in my family of origin when I was growing up. My momma made sure of that. Saying normal, run-of-the-mill curse words’ never even crossed my mind, because if words like that slipped out of my mind into my mouth, my mom would have…
A Word About Lips. When I was in the fifth grade, one of the things I remember is that once a week, Mr. Meyers would show up at our school. He wasn’t what I called a ‘regular’ teacher at our school. Mr. Meyers was the band teacher. And once a week, he would come…
A Word About Lips. When I was in the fifth grade, one of the things I remember is that once a week, Mr. Meyers would show up at our school. He wasn’t what I called a ‘regular’ teacher at our school. Mr. Meyers was the band teacher. And once a week, he would come…
A word about,… Hunger. In recent days, I’ve been thinking a bit about the words of Jesus in Matthew 6. And a word picture comes to my mind. Imagine two people who sit with plates of food before them. One is a young teenage girl. The other is a grandfather-type. Instead of enjoying their…
A word about Smudges. I’ve had occasions in my life when I tried to help my wife as she worked at making our home spotless, by washing our mirrors and windows as my part in the project. And that exercise helped me with a startling realization. Washing windows and mirrors is harder than it looks….
A Word for the Wise I wonder what it would be like to be truly wise. Not smart. Not clever. Not just “well-read” or “really experienced at life.” But wise. The kind of wisdom that calms the storm in another person life without ever saying much. The kind that listens more than it lectures….
A Word About …Whatever My wife sent me to the grocery store yesterday afternoon. I often forget what she’s sent me to get at the store, so I had my list with me, just to make sure. As I walked down the cereal aisle, I noticed a mother and a teenage girl standing in…