“Can you help me make my Christmas list?” he asks. He’s asked a few times now. I remind him again that it’s not his birthday and that…he interrupts. “I know.” He’s angry. I lecture instead of listen. “No, you don’t know. I want you to sit down at the table… Read More
The Old Testament ends with two commands from the prophet Malachi. He tells God’s people to remember: Remember that God has done great things for you. Then he tells them to believe: Believe God’s not through doing great things for you. View Post
Merry Christmas! View Post
“Here’s two dollars,” he said, laying the crumpled bills in my hand on top of the others.
“How much money do you have?”
“Uhhh…about over a hundred and sixty-something,” he said. View Post
Tuesday night I was sitting at my desk upstairs when I heard my youngest scream downstairs in the den. Dads instinctively know the difference between a he’s-not-sharing-with-me scream, an I-merely-stubbed-my-toe-but-am-going-for-the-Oscar scream and the dreaded I-was-just-tossed-into-a-hard-piece-of-furniture-by-my-big-brother scream. What I heard was the latter variety. Gresham (eight) had hoisted Penelope (five) in… Read More
Lora and Doug are friends from church. She owns a salon in our little town and he builds stuff and writes songs for people like Montgomery Gentry and George Strait. View Post