On Being Careful about What We Say

I remember sitting in the back row of the bus coming home from school one day in sixth grade. I learned a new word and I couldn’t wait to find a chance to use it.

I came home, did my regular 11 or 12 year old things, and then found a chance to use it just before dinner.

I do not remember if my mom actually washed my mouth out with soap or if she threatened to if I ever said it again.

Real or imagined memory, I can still taste the soap.


The Journey Begins: How Meditation Can Deepen Your Faith

No one ever told me a Christian should meditate. Oh, I was told to be quiet very often and told to “settle down”, but I was never told to meditate.

Meditation was something those other non-Christian people did. Meditation conjured up images of sitting cross-legged and chanting. I certainly didn’t want to do that.

Instead, I was told to read my Bible, pray, and go to church if I wanted to get close to Jesus.

You don’t have to sit cross-legged and you don’t need to worry about the chants, but let’s start meditating.


3 Reasons You Can Always Go Home Again

I am driving home today. It has been too long since I have been home to see my family.

I never mean for so much time to pass between visits, but my own life hangs onto me so tightly it is hard to pry myself loose.

As I look at my schedule for the coming months, I need to go home now or wait until May. I am not waiting.

How long has it been since you have been home?