Left on the Cutting Room Floor
A few years ago — okay, seven years ago, which I guess is more than a few — my book Salvaged was released. Each chapter told a story, often from the junkyard, with a leadership…
A few years ago — okay, seven years ago, which I guess is more than a few — my book Salvaged was released. Each chapter told a story, often from the junkyard, with a leadership…
A confession: I have a love-hate relationship with the church. I love what it has given me and many others: hope, peace, joy, and love. But I am saddened by how it has left so…
Full disclosure, I have not yet read The Crucibles That Shape Us, by Gayle Beebe. But I have lived it with the author, at least in part, so I know the lessons in this book…
My blog went silent for a few weeks as the devotions were sent, so I’m overdue for a post. Thought you’d get a kick out of this story. A friend sent this meme: “I once…
I was ten years old when my Dad brought a golf cart home. It was a junkyard golf cart, with ugly old paint and nearly flat tires. Even then, a half century ago, it was…
Years ago I wrote a long version of this post for a publication. I found it recently and thought it would be a good blog post (though you could thank me for cutting over 50%…
This story is about conflict that ended with peace and friendship. It’s one of those (seemingly) few happy ending stories, so it stands out amidst all the doom & gloom we often hear. It begins,…
I want to be as constantly stupid as the disciples. Or rather, to ask the kind of stupid questions the disciples ask Jesus. A trademark of my writing – especially in my books – is…