Hot fudge sundae for breakfast?

Hot fudge sundae for breakfast?

Parenting, by definition, knows times of heightened anxiety. Any time a child is rushed to the hospital. The first time a teenager is allowed to stay home alone for the weekend. When the time comes to become a driving instructor. When the school principal calls in the...
From Prelude to Finale

From Prelude to Finale

If you were to begin watching an episode of TV’s ‘Mission Impossible’ three minutes and thirty seconds in (the tape has already self-destructed), you would have great difficulty understanding everything that was going on from that point forward. (My brother, Jerry,...
Three Cheers for Retro!

Three Cheers for Retro!

Missing some fine print is not too troublesome, but past regrets for having overlooked the now dreaded words ‘some assembly required,’ have made me more diligent in that department. I’ve labored over a 20-page instruction manual, one with no words, just cute little...
If You Ask Me…

If You Ask Me…

Holy Saturday. The day after Holy Friday. The second of three momentous days. After the frenzied, high drama of the past several days, a day of stillness. A day of near silence, even in the Scriptures. But not a day without reactions certainly, and wildly differing...
Look Again?!

Look Again?!

How strange! Jesus never knew Monday morning blues. He never said TGIF (unless it was with the true gratitude he had for every day of the week). He never had an ego trip. He was never stuck in a rut. He was never bored. He was never lost in confusion. He never...