I had great parents. They weren’t perfect (who is?) but they gave us secure and fun childhoods. They launched us pretty well into adulthood. What I’m most grateful for, though, is what they taught us about priorities and how they taught it. The life lesson I think sums up our years living at home is
I’m No Superstar
I’m No Superstar is a blog for people like me who want to make a difference in the world but know they aren’t activists. Each post contains a social action idea that most of us could do, a book that’s worth reading, or a link to a website that offers other ideas. Oh, and it’s all introduced by a sometimes quirky story from my life.
Last Saturday, our friends Marsha and Kerry took us to the “Elvis Birthday Bash,” a program at the American Music Theatre that features two Elvis impersonators—Scot Bruce (as younger Elvis) and Mike Albert (as older Elvis). Now I would not consider myself an Elvis fan. I would have said before Marsha and Kerry took us
One of my guilty pleasures is playing Mahjong Journey solitaire on my cell phone. The solitaire version of Mahjong (which is nothing like the original Chinese game) requires players to match open tiles (those with no tile abutting them—either on the left or on the right) to eliminate tiles. In many versions the object is
Every year Les and I go to the Gifts That Give Hope Alternative Gift Fair. We eat great food. Browse the information on nonprofits and choose meaningful gift donations for various family members and friends. Explore the unique fair trade gifts, clothing and chocolates offered. Maybe listen to a musical group. It’s an amazing event.
A month ago, I wrote a Facebook post about being a pastor’s spouse. It struck a cord (especially with pastoral families)! Other spouses told me what they wish they could say to you. So I decided to expand the post and share it here with a wider audience. You know who probably needs encouragement today?
Moody magazine published this article of mine back in 2001, and I believe it’s still relevant, so I’m sharing it with you today. “If I just can’t accept this faith of yours, will you still like me?” To hear Barbara, the self-confident businesswoman, speak those words stunned me, but her fear was real. “The only
I grew up on an independent Baptist church. I remember being told we weren’t part of a denomination because denominations were all liberal. Evil, maybe. Certainly not biblical. Maybe they didn’t actually teach it, but that’s how I processed it. In Bible college I met strong Christians worshiping in vibrant churches that were part of