I am struck by the great misunderstanding in our culture of what the Bible is actually about. When it’s quoted, it’s very often done out of context—by both those who say they believe what’s inside it and those who do not trust what’s in the book. 

Take a music bath this weekend. And see what comes out in the wash.

When you are in deep trouble, say nothing, and try to look like you know what you're doing.

Sometimes we fake experience for fear of being exposed.

There are some neighborhoods in which we’ve lived where the house has changed hands multiple times but is still referred to by the original owners’ names. It’s not that you necessarily like the previous owners better; it’s just that you knew them better than people who have just moved in.

If God is more interested in relationships than in religion—which I believe to be true, then it would make sense that God often teaches us through the zigs and zags in this world.

So, there I am strapped in to a chair facing the older girl that I had a crush on. My mouth is open and am getting sick all over her (and me) while being forced to look straight at her the whole time.

Several people that read yesterday’s blog asked if I’d post the picture that my dad took of the Georgetown church doors. Without further ado. . .  

My guess is that you are wondering what that guy is taking a picture of. Or maybe you’re pondering why this man is on the ground. Or, perhaps, you are curious why I took a picture of him. All legitimate questions. Here’s the answer. . .

Sometimes, all it takes to change your disposition is a dose of perspective.

I thought I was having a bad start to the day. Then I got closer and saw the truck and its contents. . .

Awhile back, I was looking over a bill and noticed that the company had misspelled our street name.  They’d added a letter to the first part of the name.  Then I looked closer and saw that the second word was "TRIAL" instead of “TRAIL."

The lure of sod is the idea that you just simply go buy it and then roll it out. Done that way, some of it might make it, but a lot of it won't be able to take root. Plus if we don't remove any of the debris and rake the ground beforehand, there will be an unevenness to it. It is the same in our spiritual life.

Life is fragile.  God is not.

You don't have to be a Christian to want to worship; that's just human nature.  Ultimately, people want to know if there is something out there bigger than us. It’s why Emerson wrote, “Men love to wonder, and that is the seed of science.”

"Son, you are like the twelfth generation descendant of William Cash of Scotland.  He came over on a boat in the 1653.  Son, I’ve heard Billy was an ice cream person.  I am an ice cream person. My Dad—your Granddaddy—is an ice cream person.  Steady, we are ice cream people.  Your peeps are ice cream peeps."

You get a $19 discount if you booked a business class seat on the train and if the air conditioning is completely out in your car and it is hotter than h, e, blank, blank.

It ain't worth the $19.

Some of my neighbors know I’m in the ministry—but they’re not exactly sure what I do. I keep a pretty low profile, but my grass gives me away. That's because I have Christian grass—full of grace.