Because it’s Friday the 13th I decided to post the lyrics to an unrecorded song titled “Superstitious” which I wrote two decades ago.
There are days when I feel like I absolutely must have a drink. These are the days when I know I must absolutely not have a drink.
We just finished brunch during which my six-year-old son ate some eggs and about a quarter of a pound of bacon. Ten minutes later he came and asked if he could have a snack.
Only in America does movie theater popcorn cost more per ounce than filet mignon. Digest that for a moment.
What a turmoil of emotions. Relief and anxiety. Encouragement and frustrations. Hope and despair. Excitement and dread. Those words describe my experience of leading a struggling church through a merger. I have to admit it’s not[…]