I work in Washington, D.C. I have heard it said that Washington is a city full of Senior Class Presidents and first-born children. The exaggerated caricature is that it is a place where power is exalted and people are expendable. Contacts are currency and loyalty has a news-cycle shelf-life. The truth is that Washington, D.C. is just another city full of people – people with hopes, dreams, fears, and a deep desire to be known.
When you see a line of people waiting for the church doors to open, that’s a good sign. That’s what I saw recently at a church in southern Guatemala, almost to the El Salvador border, in a little town called Chiquimulilla.
And they weren’t in line just on Sunday for the worship services. They were there Monday through Saturday, too. They were coming for the water.
Last night I had family over and at the end of a long day we collapsed on the couch to watch a movie.
I searched through pay-per-view to find a movie and happened upon a temporary category in their download section called “Faith and Family Films”…The list was long and pretty good.
Easter is one of my favorite times of the year. It is always good to take a moment to remember the single most important moment in our faith: the resurrection. I have been listening to John Mark McMillian for around ten years and this song is one I am reminded of when Easter comes each […]
Recently, we were in San Diego, my wife Kari thought we should go to the Aquarium of the Pacific. My daughters love fish. Sahara likes watching seals jump. Dassi is a massive penguin fan. When you ask her what sound a penguin makes, she says, “Waddle, waddle, waddle,” then rocks side to side like a red-headed Weeble Wobble.
I like those television documentaries on the NFL channel called “A Football Life.” I especially like the ones about coaches. I learn something new with every coach who is profiled.
Whether they’re a coach or player, though, I’ve noticed something each successful person has had in common: They lose well.
I’ve been in a writing drought lately. I get up every morning and sit down to my computer. Words get typed into the screen. But they aren’t as good as the words I’m used to writing. They aren’t as good as they could be. I’m not being modest. I know what I’m capable of as a writer, and this is not it.
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