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Yesterday was bill paying day. When Linda and I finished and closed the budget spreadsheet, I was in a whiny mood. Who likes sending money out…paying bills?

I lifted weights pretty seriously in high school for the sake of athletics. Those of us who were into it, we were never content with whatever we were capable of at the time.

Philosopher Walter Kaufmann wrote a book ironically titled The Faith of a Heretic.

Next week is a milestone for me. I enter another decade of life. But honestly, my attitude is that it’s just another year closer to heaven.

The Equality Act. The words evoke emotion. I’ve gotten dozens of emails from Christian organizations warning of the far-reaching effects that this bill will have on women and Christian organizations.

I have an attitude indicator. It might be the most important instrument in the airplane, especially if it’s foggy outside. It tells me if the attitude of the airplane is right, which might be more important than you think.

When I was nine years old, early in baseball season I heard about an all star game that would be played at the end of the season. Being a baseball fan, I knew what an all star game was, so I wanted to make that all star team more than anything. But I wasn’t that good. So when players were picked (just a couple from each team), and I was never notified that I made it, I couldn’t accept it. When the day of the game came at the end of summer, I got up early and put my uniform an

Who or what you worship determines who or what you are.In his book, The Source , James Michener tells the story of a man named Urbaal, who was a farmer living about 2200 B.C. He worshiped two gods, one a god of death, the other a goddess of fertility. One day, the temple priests told Urbaal to bring his young son to the temple for sacrifice––if he wanted good crops. Urbaal obeyed, and on the appointed day, dragged his wife and boy to the scene of the boy’s “religious executio

I was a 20 year old college student driving down an interstate highway. I didn’t have any money, but had an old AMC Matador (AMC is no longer around). Traveling at about 65mph, the hood latch gave way, and the hood popped up and slammed back into my windshield, creating a spiderweb crack and covering my view of the road (and other cars). It was just like the movie Tommy Boy.  Talk about scary! Somehow, I braked slowly and was able to move to the side of the road without hitti