After a long day, I retreated for a nice, quiet bath. All by myself. At last. A hard-earned bit of “me time.” Until… Interruption No. 1: My son Isaiah got up for a post-bedtime run to the potty. I heard the frantic steps-in-place by the door and knew I had better hurry. I threw a towel and swung upon the door so he would, you … Continue reading Making a mouse out of a molehill
My wife is beat with a capital “B” by pears with a capital “P.” But it’s her fault, actually. She started it. I had the manly idea of going to the new mall today–things could have turned out much differently had I gotten my way. “I think we need to pick all our pears today,” she said this morning. I cringed inside because I knew … Continue reading To market to market…to peddle more pears
I’m been talking with some young men about what it means to become a follower of Jesus, and one had a very good question: If I say “I’m a follower” does that make me a follower? He pointed out that it seems too easy. He also pointed out that God has been at work in his life for a long time, so why should … Continue reading Is it that easy?
One of the nice things about being a member of the male species is the low standards people have for us when it comes to cooking. Apparently there are men who like cooking, as the lion’s share of the famous chefs we see on cooking shows are men: Gordon Ramsey, Jimmy Flay, etc. Where these men come from I have no idea as basically all … Continue reading Caution: Man in the kitchen