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.
“The way I found God space—sacred moments in which we encounter the holy—was to begin to see all of my life as lived in space of God.” This is the premise of Keri Wyatt Kent’s latest book GodSpace: that we open ourselves up for more God moments when we realize he is all around us in
Pop Quiz: What was the name of Jesus’ maternal grandmother? Who taught John Wycliffe to read and write? Who led Billy Graham to faith in Jesus? Were you able to come up with answers? If you were raised in the Catholic church, you may have remembered the name of Anne for Jesus’ grandmother (mentioned in the Protevangelium
“Visions of sugarplums . . .” I had visions of what Christmas would be (although it didn’t include sugarplums). Nothing grandiose; after all, we had no local family and none coming in for the holiday. My visions were more for the season than the day: a Christmas play or two, a few musical events, tours
My book—Finding Balance in the Circus of Life—is getting closer to reality! I’m working toward having it published and available by my fall speaking events. Here’s a sneak peak on one of the circus characters whose habits we often adopt to survive life. The Diva There she sits, the woman in the glittery dress, riding
I was walking a rail trail a short time ago and as I walked below an underpass, I noticed graffiti. Normally graffiti irritates me. This time it stopped me: Poverty plagues many people who we believe aren’t poor at all simply because they have money. But money doesn’t bring a wealth of joy or a feeling of significance. It certainly
I’ve been blogging since 2005. When I started, I wanted to help other people find social action ideas they could be passionate about. I didn’t want people to feel guilty about what they couldn’t do but to find what they could do with joy and excitement. I started off enthusiastically. I had fun; it’s not
It’s ABBA month, at least in my car. I don’t have a CD changer or Pandora radio or anything but a simple one-CD player. And mostly, I’m too lazy to change it. So a single CD plays over and over until I finally get sick of it or, more likely, Les is riding with me
I often drive a particular back road rather than the highway because I love to look at the expensive houses with well-manicured lawns. The homes are beautiful, featuring landscaping-company orderliness and, for many, river views. The sight of them soothes my spirit (and might just make me a teeny bit jealous of those who get to live there).
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
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