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.
Let’s face it – we all make stuff up! While we have legitimate questions — Why didn’t they call back? Why wasn’t I invited? I wonder why I wasn’t chosen for this or that? — we often answer them with a negative and active imagination.
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.
My wife Nita and I were finally buckled into our seats on a plane en route to the beach for a week of quiet and rest. It had been a long year, full of changes. Among those changes—we’d packed up our house, renovated it for a sale, bought a new house in a new town, […]
I am finding that the older I get, the less I need to say.
It’s not that I don’t have thoughts about things. I have plenty of them. But these days as I edge toward my sixth decade, many of those thoughts simply do not need to be expressed. Most of my […]
It was an ordinary Saturday morning in D.C. I’d had breakfast earlier with friends who worked on the Hill and was cleaning up my apartment. Music was playing on the radio. Though the time I’m talking about was in the 1980s, it seems like it was yesterday. About 12:30 PM, I got a call on […]
When I was 25 years old, I paid $15,000 for my first house. They wanted $20,000, but willingly took my offer. If you saw the house, you’d know why I got a deal. Quite a few window panes were broken out, the kitchen had only a sink (no cabinets), and the floor was lower in […]
There’s a great quote from Frederick Buechner about tears and it goes like this: Whenever you find tears in your eyes, especially unexpected tears, it is well to pay the closest attention. They are not only telling you something about the secret of who you are, but more often than not God is speaking to […]
I have a confession to make that may make some of you dismiss me as having neither taste nor class. Judge me if you will: I like the Three Stooges. There. I said it. When Larry hits Curly on the head with a sledgehammer and it makes a metal clanking noise, I think it’s hilarious. […]
I don’t watch a lot of baseball. But when the World Series comes around, I watch a game or two. That way when people are talking about it in the line at Starbucks, I can say something like, “How ‘bout them Mets?” My hope is they don’t try to engage in conversation about it and […]
It was my son Hunter’s first soccer game of the season. And like most youth soccer games, the five-year-old boys, with shirts down to their knees, looked like a swarm of bees, oblivious to the coach’s instructions to “spread out.” Still, they managed to get the ball up and down the field, and all but a few ‘intense’ parents had a great Saturday morning.
One day, the coach put Hunter in as the goalie. Inexperienced at the position, he was eager to put on the special goalie outfit (complete with a brightly colored shirt and gloves). Soon he was standing there in all of his splendor. When the first ball went past him, I didn’t think much about it. After all, I’ve seen professionals miss a ball or two. After the 6th ball hit the net behind him, I began to get worried.
When the opposing team’s score hit the two-figure mark, I began to sweat. The competitive parents began whispering […]