Monday was for mourning. Tuesday was for traveling. Wednesday was for catching up. The next few days are for hiking. The Kiedis/Ripple men have been planning our trek along the Appalachian Trail, aka BroMarch, for some time.
That's Life ...
This Food Has No Shelf Life...
It was early Monday morning. I was tired. I dropped down to do what I did not want to do: push-ups. Anticipating the monotonous up-down, up-down, I searched my phone's playlist for music appropriate for a little push-up pick-me-up. Then I found THE SONG.
Why You Need Not Worry
Jesus spoke . . .
- and the world came into existence. John 1:1-3
- and the waves quit their tantrum. Mark 4:39
- and the dead man walked out of the tomb. John 11:43-44
The Cure For Cancer
Cancer is a killer: brain cancer, breast cancer, melanoma, lymphoma, prostrate, pancreatic, lung cancer, and the kind of cancer that took my father—leukemia. Experts in oncology report that lung cancer is the number one cause of cancer-related deaths in America, but I don’t believe it. I still think the Cancer of Complaint is the biggest killer.
Someone's Got To Pick Up The Poop
NOTE: There are grand quotes and deep truths and weighty arguments ... and then there are neighborhood hassles. This post falls under the latter category.
Two Paths
Sunday morning I enjoyed a rare treat. With no message to preach and a just a short walk to the beach, I took the jaunt and settled into the sands to await the sunrise. Every morning canvas is an opportunity to reflect on Proverbs 4:18, but the verse always stands out when I watch the big ball climb over the horizon.