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A Wandering Prodigal Heads towards Home

The Power of Words and Wonder of God
I’ve had my head in the book of  James  a fair bit lately and I’ve been struck by the wonder and beauty of the gospel of  Jesus Christ.  The message of God’s grace to us by sending His son to die for our sins and the wonderful news of the new life we have in the risen Christ is a precious gift.   I am awestruck at how all this fits into the majestic and eternal plan of God that He has for his people.   It is something I think about every day. As I focus and appreciate the wonder of God, I am also challenged to have a greater appreciation for the power of His Word.  The wonder of God’s glory displayed in His word  is something I don’t always unders

Hey…What’s in Your Bag?
I love to watch people.  Now before you think I am some stalker that looks into windows, I guess I should clarify that I love to go and sit in the food court at the mall and watch people as they walk through the halls.  Try it sometime.  You would be amazed at what you see. Do people really take a good look in the mirror before they step out for a night on the town? On a recent visit to a local mall, two ladies that I

Let Go…
Something to ponder… Billy Graham tells a story of a little boy playing one day with a very valuable vase.  The little boy had put his hand into it and could not get his hand out.   It was stuck and he could not get his hand out the small opening at the top of the vase.  His mother and father tried their best to get the child’s hand from out of the vase.  They tried and tried and it still would not come out.  It was all in vain. The only s

The Hard-Luck Life of a Browns Fan
This is a re-post from an excellent article that Geoff LaTulippe wrote for ESPN.  I could not have written it any better or had my thoughts and feelings penned any more accurate than this post. From one Browns fan to another…I hope you enjoy… In reality, it all began Jan. 17, 1988. Yeah, OK, the hooks were in place way before that — I was born in Berea, a Cleveland suburb, and even though I lived there for only a year, I’m too loyal for my own good. The Browns were my team by birthright, not unlike jaundice or fetal alcohol syndrome. 

86,400 and Counting….
Every day we are given a gift of 86,400 seconds of life to spend and invest. Each day the bank named “TIME” opens a new account in our name.  It allows no open balances and no overdrafts.  If we fail to use the daily deposit, the loss is ours. How are you “spending” you time? What are you doing to “invest” your  time so that you do waste it ? Remember…time is a gift, but it will not last forever.  Spend it wisely. Posted in Short Story