OK, I just want to say at the outset that what I am about to say is not in anyway meant to insult Jesus. I would swear it to you, but Jesus says not to swear on anything. But you should know that that’s how much I mean it when I say that I’m not insulting Jesus. So don’t go taking this all the wrong way . . . But . . . Did you know that pretty much everything Jesus said could totally come out the mouth of the sort of drunken, bitter man who yells at people at the bar?* Before
I wrote last week about not judging as a form of spiritual discipline. It occurs to me that part of our problem with not judging is that there’s a great deal of confusion regarding what is meant by not judging. So I thought I’d share a couple of thoughts regarding my understanding of it. Primarily, not judging means being open to correction. My parents used to always say to me, “you think you’re always right”. Which was true. If I thought I was wrong, I would change my mind.
Believe it or not, figuring out what’s good about people is a great past-time as well. It’s challenging, satisfying and makes you feel better about the world. It’s the gourmet meal of human relationships. There are always people in our life who cause us to yearn for a delete button to use on them. It could be our child’s principal or some politician or your own family. Instead of just letting them drive you nuts over and over, make yourself look for something you could ge
My kids and I took a little trip today to a local cave. It’s a sight seeing sort of place with some cool geology and stalactites and stalagmites and such. We’ve been there before, but not for a couple of years, so it was new enough for my boys for them to enjoy it again. I was, however, kind of disturbed to learn that they let the bats that overwinter in the cave stay in the attached gift shop as well. At least I think they said they let the little guano machines hibernat
Wow. This is the creepiest video. A surveillance camera caught video of a man being hit by a hit and run driver while crossing the street in Hartford, CN. The man is left laying in the middle of the street and no one rushes over to help him. He lays there until a police car shows up about a minute and a half later (if that doesn’t sound like a long time, watch the video. It’s a long time.) Apparently, several calls were put into 911 within a minute of the hit and run.