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.
What language does God speak? Yours? If he does, if you have the Bible in your heart language (the language your mother spoke to you and that you dream in), you are one of the fortunate ones. Les and I returned Friday from a mission trip to work with Wycliffe Bible Translators USA at their
School started in our area either last week or today (except for the one slacker district that waits until after Labor Day). And the Facebook feeds have been popping. Yeah, yeah, there have certainly been plenty of those darling, awkward, first-day-of-school pics. But there have also been the posts like these (names and photos changed to
We’re headed into that fall season when the begging letters begin to show up in the mailbox, when the charity event invites roll into our inboxes and when our friends hope we’ll help them by buying their kids’ wrapping paper, their favorite charities’ fair-trade item or their own newly published books. And the guilt rises.
I sat at communion, holding the minuscule cube of bread, waiting for everyone else to be served so we could eat together. I love bread, went my thoughts. Who could ever possibly be satisfied with this tiny cube of bread? I pictured a Panera cinnamon crunch bagel. Big. Hefty. Loaded with carbs and calories. When I
Imagine it’s a Friday morning at 11 and you’re the IT director for a global organization. Through a glitch in data migration, your data systems are down. All of them. No e-mail, no internet. Nada. Employees are back to face-to-face meetings to accomplish anything (tough when you’re scattered around the world). What are you doing?
It would have cost her $2. But she didn’t want to pay that. She felt she’d already spent enough on whac-a-mole games. Now I was simply to give her daughter the pillow. I explained yet again that two people would need to play. Her daughter could use her ticket and one of her sisters or parents could
I’m a lover of lists. I have long-term to-do lists and daily to-do lists. And when I am trying to live a godly life, I even pray about my workload. It used to be I would bring my to-do list before God. I would present it to him almost as if he were upper-level management and
I thought The Sacred Year—with its subtitle that talked of “contemplating apples [and] living in a cave”—would be a fun read on the order of A. J. Jacob’s book The Know-It-All, on reading the Encyclopedia Britannica from beginning to end, or his The Year of Living Biblically, where he tried to live the Old Testament laws, including stoning
Mandy and I have been a diad Bible study for over six years. Well, we started as a quad, but one woman got sick and dropped out. After the third person moved over an hour away, Mandy and I sacrificed by driving to Wyomissing, stuffing our faces full of rolls and cinnamon butter at Texas Roadhouse,
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