Opinion

Generally, I go ‘round without a hat. A hat squeezes the head, itches the scalp. Plus, I like my hair. But we live in interesting, challenging, new times. We must rise to the occasion. Sometimes, to meet the moment, a man needs a hat.

Don’t Worry. Choose Happy.

I like the story about the little kid digging through the pile of horse manure because “there must be a pony in there somewhere.”

You don’t have to read many news reports to realize we live in an age of excessive superlatives. In the ranking of English language comparisons, we know “superlative” is the form of an adverb or adjective that’s the highest degree of a descriptor.

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The Blonde and I had coffee last Saturday with another pastor and his wife. They were sharing with us how their church supports a group that takes Bibles into Iraq and shares the Gospel with the Iraqi people.

I don’t mean to brag or anything. I mean, really, I’m just a guy. I put my pants on one leg at a time. In many ways, I’m human—just like you.

We’re getting ready for a family trip to the beach. The fact that all my adult children could get off work and join us on this trip is proof that miracles still happen.