“It was the first time I ever saw you cry, Dad”, said Practically-Perfect Daughter yesterday as we considered together the 10th anniversary of 9/11. I think we all knew instinctively that the world that we knew on 9/10 would never return to us. I remember a few things clearly: On the last normal night of…
I’m in Sunday School this morning; we’re engaged in a study of Jeremiah, and it’s a good class, taught by a well-prepared teacher and filled with folks fluent in the Bible. The teacher referenced Hebrews 3:13-14, which reads, 12 Take care, brothers, lest there be in any of you an evil, unbelieving heart, leading you to…
So sang Joe Walsh as he celebrated the fact that “life’s been good to me so far!” Today, I saw my first Maserati (I’ve seen Lamborghinis and Ferraris, living in metro Atlanta, but not, to my remembrance, a Maserati). Pulled up and parked right next to it at the bank. And you know what I…
51 today, and here I am again. OK, I said from the start that this “retirement” might be a “Brett Favre retirement”, but actually, it wasn’t; I actually did take an entire year off (unlike Favre, who hopefully now at long last has thrown his last NFL pass). Maybe it was more of a “George…