Last week’s #2021WritingChallenge Word of the Week was balance and this week’s is purpose so I’ve decided to combine the two into a long-winded, rambling post. Yikes. A conversation I had with a buddy this past summer has been sitting with me for months now. We had stopped to skip some rocks along a river during a hike and were discussing some of the deeper things of life. To be honest I don’t recall all the specifics of the convo…
This week’s #2021WritingChallenge is the word order. My eleven-year-old is reading Bruxy Cavey’s End of Religion right now. It’s a treatise on the toxicity of religion and how it is antithetical to everything Jesus was about. For those unversed in the ways of Bruxy (or unfamiliar with the actual portrayal of Jesus in the Bible), this may come off as counterintuitive – “Heh? Didn’t Jesus come to start a religion? Why would he be opposed to it?” But actually, it’s…
The week of January 8th’s #2021WritingChallenge is the word ground. At about 2:00am on December 4, 2020, my family and I were sleeping soundly when 2 strung out bad guys found their way into our living space through our attached garage. Exactly what their path of invasion was I’m not sure but they came into our living room, our kitchen and our entryway and snatched all of our computers, phones, devices and purse. They left through the same door they…
Upon traversing back and forth over the interwebs yesterday, I stumbled upon an old college friend’s blog post on a 2021 Writing Challenge focused around a new word each week. I haven’t written much over the past few years and fear the neural pathways that previously inclined me toward expressing myself through the written word have all but deteriorated. I want to take on this challenge and try to establish some form of discipline in this area of my life…
Those who know me know that I tend to tear up a fair bit. This is particularly true, as I’ve said elsewhere, when something inspires me, causes me to stand in awe, or just aligns with the Jesus way of living. For instance, recently I got all misty-eyed when Rhonda and I stopped to consider the response from our community in handling Rhonda’s arm injury. Just the words of support and prayers and tangible acts of service for us (from a “meal-train” to house-cleaning…