Strange how the mind works. For no apparent reason, my mind went to the Periodic Table this morning. You know, the one that arranges chemical elements by their atomic numbers and such. Honestly, I never had much of a scientific mind. My interest in it barely went past the chemistry set I asked for and…
When I Say Thanks | A Poem of Thanksgiving
When I say thanks… I forget my troubles Or at least put them in perspective When I say thanks… I remember my blessings So many I wouldn’t notice otherwise When I say thanks… I find complaint impossible And comfort inevitable When I say thanks… I find a better me And remember a higher purpose When…
ICYMI, I have officially lost my mind
I have to tell you. Lately, I have felt dumber than a Democrat. The trouble started when people began using the acronym ICYMI. I could not figure out for the life of me what that crazy collection of letters stood for. I was, however, determined to use my considerable deductive reasoning skills to crack the…
Among My Souvenirs: The Preacher’s Figurine (a poem)
I found himamong my souvenirs A gift from an elderly woman—she was stately in her manner, refined— to her pastor Given in that long ago Place and time When I was more than I am now And thought less of it Not 8″ tall, his head is bald A faraway gaze in his eye As…
The Barflies and the Baptists | Bible lessons from Miranda Lambert
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…
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…
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…
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…
Better than my worst: The truth about the Bad Boy Preacher’s Wife
Said the Bad Boy Preacher to his Wife: You have always been… sweeter than my sour hotter than my cool finer than my coarse calmer than my storm more faithful than my doubt prettier than my ugly Better than my worst You have always been… my antithesis my antidote my balance my cure Thank you….
A little good news today
I write about politics, current events, pop culture, and other disturbing trends on my website,DoomsDaddy.com.I write about the Dallas Cowboys, the NFL, and other sports topics atSilver and BlueBlood. Frankly, much of what I read and hear and subsequently offer commentary on is negative. It is often disturbing and can even be depressing. I sure…