Opinion

I heard a story a long time ago about a drunk who became a Christian. One of the biggest surprises of his new faith was that the church didn’t know how to have fun.

Spring is fast approaching. It seems like the wind is trying desperately to blow winter away and give spring a foot in the door. With that comes the adage, “Spring cleaning.” Time to throw out the old and clean up winter’s mess.

There is a song written by 1970's songwriter, Billy Joe Shaver, with lyrics that go a bit like this, "I'm just an old chunk of coal but I'm gonna be a diamond someday." I have decided it takes a lot of rolling around in the dirt to become a diamond. We must get down "in the mud, the blood, and the beer " (as Johnny Cash so aptly put it) for learning to apply.

The Apostle Paul’s entry point into Christianity was not a casual walk down the aisle of a nice, air conditioned church sanctuary where a well dressed pastor was waiting for him to pray a prayer.

The Red Tail Hawk sat atop the high line pole with an air of regal authority. I picked up the binoculars and though he wasn't more than one hundred yards away the enhancement the binoculars provided was phenomenal.

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

I sat on the tail gate of my truck. I just wanted to soak up the sun. It had been a week of below freezing temps and I was done. I don’t like cold. I can’t cope with cold and to say that I hated it was a gross understatement.

It’s currently snowing at my house. And I can’t even enjoy it because the wind chill is –10 degrees.