Tag: Christian Living

  • “Butt-in-ski”, Part 2: encounters with an automated mopper

    “Butt-in-ski”, Part 2: encounters with an automated mopper

    Around two months ago, I wrote about my run-in with a driverless mopping machine. “Butt-in-ski” had become the “Bane of my shopping club existence,” seemingly following me around, beeping and chirping and spinning its flashing light. Read the original harrowing tale here. This past weekend, with some apprehension, I was back at my favorite store…

  • Being Still

    Being Still

    “David, be still!” I heard this a lot as a kid. Usually it was my dad or two older brothers and all they wanted was for me to stop squirming and be quiet. In fact, when I was six years old my older brother offered to give me a dollar to be quiet for 15…

  • Missing the Farm

    Missing the Farm

    Now we know that if the earthly tent we live in is destroyed, we have a building from God, an eternal house in heaven, not built by human hands. 2 Corinthians 5:1 (NIV) Mrs. Alma looked out the window, kneading the afghan in her lap. Turning back to me, she said, wistfully, “I like it…

  • Paws and Reflect (6): Digging for Answers

    Paws and Reflect (6): Digging for Answers

    The adventures of a dog who followed Jesus.

  • There’s Little Surprise for the Wise

    There’s Little Surprise for the Wise

    Teachers often put motivational messages on their classroom walls. They do this to remind, both themselves and their students, what matters most. One of my favorites contains only five words: “On Purpose for a Purpose.” In a schoolroom, it’s procedures that make-or-break instruction and learning. Successful teachers have a plan for almost everything, especially in…

  • “Butt-in-ski:” encounters with an automated mopper

    “Butt-in-ski:” encounters with an automated mopper

    Anybody else like to shop at big box stores with concrete floors? Lately, there has been a ripple, however. An automated floor mopping machine has become the bane of my shopping club existence. It inevitably comes down my aisle, as I peacefully shop–beeping and chirping and spinning its flashing light. At least the contraption stops…