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…
A Word About Ambition When I was a little boy, living in Granite City Illinois, for nine months out of every year, like all other kids my age, I had to go to school. And I got report cards on a regular basis to let my parents know how I was progressing. I suppose…
A Word About Practice I was exposed to an important truth about life at a very early age, I think: In order to master something, in order to get really good at almost anything, you have to practice. The only way I ever learned to walk, to stand up and move from one place to…
A Word About Socks I caught myself the other day talking to myself. Ever do that? I have a routine almost every morning that I follow. When my feet first hit the floor of the morning of a new day, like most folks I suppose, there’s the bathroom ritual, then the walk into the…
A Word About Walking My wife and I are trying to get into a new habit. She’s been doing some physical therapy, and one of the things that has been suggested is she would do well to take a short walk as often as she can. She asked me if I would like…