Positive thoughts from a Christian Perspective

  • When Life Stands Still

    When Life Stands Still

    Traffic sometimes backs up before the exit to the main gate at the U.S. Army post where I work. Such was the case, last Thursday, when enhanced security procedures created a major slow down. I’m sitting there, a dozen or so cars before the top of the off ramp, twiddling my thumbs and thinking about…

  • Still Living to the Max

    Still Living to the Max

    I recently told the story of a beloved eight-year-old boxer named Max, who has been slowed by a lung tumor. The dog, on a heavy dose of pain meds, was pulled in a wagon to watch his five-year-old human brother’s football practice. But something told Max’s mom, Margaret, that his medication might be making him…

  • Living to the Max

    Living to the Max

    Meet Max. He’s an eight-year-old Boxer and the elder brother of the family. Jaiden (5) and Jackson (3), his human siblings, are his two best buds. Lately, Max no longer feels like climbing the stairs, or playing fetch with the boys. Gone is the high energy that’s so typical for his breed. This week a…

  • More Breakfast Down the Hall

    More Breakfast Down the Hall

    I posted yesterday in Breakfast Down the Hall about how students at my elementary school often drop breakfast items on their way to class. It’s those flimsy cardboard boats everything comes in! The conclusion was, the Christian life feels like this sometimes; it’s a long walk, and I’m carrying a bunch of stuff, and this…

  • Breakfast Down the Hall

    Breakfast Down the Hall

    Every morning, when I come in from car line at my school, I walk the main hallway–all 900 feet of it–to help monitor students. Children, already laden down with their school backpacks, pick up breakfast in the cafeteria, and then walk the hundreds-of-feet gauntlet to their classrooms. Not all the breakfast items survive the trip…

  • When Life’s Letters Get Scrambled

    When Life’s Letters Get Scrambled

    One recent Christmas season, the most endearing little yard signs popped up all over town: “Santa, please stop here.” Yet on Christmas Eve, a rather diabolical Grinch came, under the cover of darkness, and rearranged the letters on several signs: “Satan, please stop here.” This happens in life. Have you ever expected Santa and, through…

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