Writing a book is no easy task.
I’ve been working on it in earnest for over a year, but in some ways I’m only just beginning. 528 more words
Bob Goff isn’t the kind of person you’d want to sit down with over a cup of coffee. He’s a guy you’d want to go on crazy adventures with. 527 more words
This weekend I lied to our congregation. It wasn’t on purpose. I was telling the part of your story I knew. And well, I only told them the part I knew and I was missing what Paul Harvey used to call, “…the rest of the story.” I told them that in your reluctant search for your father you discovered that he was dead. 436 more words
This past week, I was reminded that my life should be lived like a good story. It’s not that I forgot my concern for intentional story, but merely set it aside and allowed it to be piled under a few things, like a messy desk with the checkbook left under a couple layers of receipts, magazines, and junk mail. 193 more words
There are many objects in this world. To children an object is always theirs. Many adults think of objects and hear Tyler Durden’s voice telling how they are just “working jobs we hate so we can buy crap we don’t need.” Certain artists see objects as canvases to connect souls with. 395 more words