I wear a ring I bought back in high school (1970’s, just to be clear) that bears the ichthus (fish) symbol of the first century Christians. One time, someone pointed out my ring and asked if I were a Pisces.
Obviously, I’m not an astrological kind of person. As a citizen of Jesus’ kingdom, I certainly don’t believe that being born under any kind of sign or pronouncement necessitates my destiny.
So I like really like this little piece about a Continue reading “Let’s call on “Pain & Distress” this time”
Standing in the waiting room of a local shop waiting on my car tire to be fixed up, my cell phone went off. It was our daughter from southern California, but where she was living at the time, the cell phone reception was less than optimal, so I only heard snatches of her conversation. It went something like this:
“Hi, mom…(static)…thought you might have seen the news…(static)…fires…(static)…we’re fine…(static)…”
Not being from that area, I have since learned that they have a “fire season” much like tornado season where I live. Even when they see the smoke in the distance, locals are well-informed in the drill.
To modify a culturally well known phrase, “disasters happen”. From nature-born Midwest tornadoes to man-made terrorist exploits, we live in a dangerous environment this Continue reading “Prepare-practice-repeat, ad nauseam”