Month: October 2013

The Barflies and the Baptists | Bible lessons from Miranda Lambert

http://oceanadesigns.net/bathroom-vanities/ Sometimes, you like a song because it hits you where you live. It’s lyrics resonate with you, speak truth to your soul, taunt you with their malice, soothe you with their medicine, encourage you with their message. Other times, you find a beat inescapably enjoyable, whether the lyrics mean anything to you or not…or they may even deliver a message with which you whole-heartedly disagree, but still your toe taps. Don’t act like you don’t know what I mean. That’s the power of music. “Momma’s Broken Heart,” by Miranda Lambert falls somewhere in between. I have been as happily...

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Let’s hear it for the man! (The sincere sentiments of a grateful dad)

Before Edward Frys, one of America’s premiere cakers (that is my short word for cake maker & baker), proposed to my daughter Holly, he proposed to me. Like the gentleman he is, he took me to dinner to tell me that he loves my daughter, that she completes him, and that he intends to make her his wife, if she will have him. And did he have my blessings? Is the the Pope Catholic? Does the earth orbit the sun? Did God make little green apples? You have to have walked where I have walked as a dad to...

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No Parabens and Phthalates here! | The Greybeard Chronicles

So, I am standing in the shower, under the jet stream of hot water cascading over my body with its invigorating, cleansing flow, studying the impressive array of chemicals for use on hair and body, when my eyes fall onto the St. Ives Apricot Scrub. Uncertain whether it is really what I want to put on my face (it may be made of apricots and sulfuric acid for all I know, and I do want to exit the shower with my face still on my skull), I turn the tube of cleanser around and commence reading up on all...

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There is a river!

There is a river, the streams whereof make glad the city of God, the dwelling place of the Most High. God is in the midst of her, she shall not be moved; God will help her at the break of day. Psalm 46:4 This is one of my favorite verses. (I have about a thousand or so.) I love it for the poetry in it, the beauty of the language. Something so soothing, so reassuring in its words, in its promise, even in its cadence. Every river has a story It was around 700 BC and Jerusalem was under...

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