Opinion

I know it’s not Easter. And even if it were, it’s been decades since I went on a bonafide egg hunt. I’m usually the one hiding the eggs, not finding them. But that all changed a few weeks ago when Rick and I were on vacation.

I believe it was Justin Bieber who once asked: Is it too late now to say sorry? I can’t tell you his conclusion because I have not listened to the whole song. I mean, I’ve started the song and it’s come to an end, but the mind wanders.

For some people, August is not a month. For some people, August is a waiting room. There’s just not a lot of professional sports on television. Basketball’s on summer vacation. Hockey’s long gone. And football doesn’t start until September.

I have a friend named Wes and he’s the real deal. He loves God and He loves people (Mark 12:30 & 31). It does not get any more real than that.

As you know, here at "Beyond Reason", we always tackle the biggest, most important issues of the day. A philosophical conundrum.

There might be times we wonder if God like Elvis has left the building. That’s about what’s going on in Psalm 13.

Rick and I are planning a mountain vacation soon. Every chance we find to get out of the Texas heat, we take it.

The children’s book "Harriet the Spy" was written the year I was born. We were kindred spirits before I knew how to read.

I make a lot of jokes here at Beyond Reason. Some are at the expense of the game of pickleball.