My obsession with jumping off of high places started when I was three years old. The apparatus was a typical bunk bed. The technique was amateurish, and involved a lot of flailing about. The reason was… well… actually it was an accident; the kind of accident that happens when you are supposed to be napping, [...]
I was sitting in church the other day, absentmindedly gazing at the woodwork, colorful banners, and crystal chandeliers. It occurred to me how ironic it is that we call that meeting place a sanctuary; it seems at times in stark contrast to the original Christian refuge- the cross of Christ. On that [...]
I am so thankful for you, the reader. Thank you for challenging me, smacking me when I’m out of line, and encouraging me to keep writing.
I’d like to share a project I’m working on – my first book! I’m hoping to call it “Where Hope and Mushrooms Grow – Searching for God in Less [...]
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