When my sons were much younger, our family took a road trip to New York City. It was a great adventure, eating our way through the city, taking in all of the predictable sights, and enjoying a couple of shows. In the middle of our trip, we took an excursion to Central Park, cycling through […]
A few nights ago, I was surfing through television channels, and I came upon a gymnastics competition and broke out into a cold sweat. Here’s why. Back in 2012, I spent way too much time watching Olympic gymnastics. I cheered at victories, got teary over the back-stories, and yelled mature things like “We were robbed!” […]
Now and then, a young couple comes to me for pre-marital counseling. Over the years, I’ve tried to come up with a few things to talk about that might be meaningful and interesting. I do this somewhat reluctantly, knowing full well they’re so ga-ga about one another, there is only a slim chance they’ll remember […]
It was our eldest son’s 21st birthday, and our family had gathered for a celebration. Before dinner, we were sitting in the living room when Hunter pulled up his sleeve, proudly displaying a motorcycle tattoo on his forearm, a gift from his roommate (who I plan to give a pony!)
In a not-so-great moment of fatherhood, I blurted out, “Please tell me that is a henna tattoo.” It was not.
I don’t do well with the sun going down early, dark cloudy days, and the lack of green. It’s also the season of my darkest hours in years past, and the reminder of it all sometimes settles in like a heavy fog. As the winter progresses, something in me always needs a sign, begs for a sign, of hope.
Now and then I’ve had the privilege of going on a caper with Bob Goff. That’s what he calls it when we do something a bit out of the ordinary. (Note: Most everything Bob does is a caper!) I’ve been with him to a meeting with 90 witchdoctors, inside the largest prison in Uganda, and way too close to some wild baboons.
Now and then, someone will tell me a story that I can’t shake. My mind plays with it, turning it over and over until something grows out of it. Here is one such story. It was the backcountry of Alaska. My friend and a buddy had killed an elk. Because fresh kills attract bears, they […]
My mind immediately kicked in to my college days. I would have recommended a daily Bible reading, preferably in the morning, pray, getting in a small group, and finding a church that he liked. As I was thinking about saying something like this, I felt bored. Instead, I blurted out, “I think you need to date Jesus.”
Our fears lead us to lonely and crazy places. We often run from the wrong things. Sometimes we end up fighting ridiculous battles against imagined enemies. Often what we fight or evade are the very things destined to bless us.
On the way to work this morning, I drove by them—twenty turkey vultures, sitting by the side of the road. Five of them were huddled over a dead fawn in the ditch, digging at it furiously, picking the carcass clean. The rest were gathered nearby, impatiently waiting their turn. It’s a gruesome scene, but all […]
She came up to me while I was in line at the bakery. I hadn’t seen her for years. “Hi Al!” she said. “Is life treating you great?” The way she asked it, there was only one acceptable answer. I wish you could have seen the contortions my mind was going through in the several seconds between her question and my answer. I knew there were a couple of options for my response.