The other day, I received an email from a friend. He’s really isn’t an actual friend; rather, the man is a YouTube entertainer. For several months, I’ve sent emails and tweets to this guy. I had assumed the friend was okay with it. Suddenly, I get the following:
“Please don’t contact me or my family! Though you have good intentions; you have the execution of a bull in a china shop!” I’m paraphrasing the actual comment. My friend was a lot more gracious than I am being. What did I do wrong?
Did you ever listen to something that stirs a strong emotional chord? On Monday, I was listening to Pastor Paul Booko of Riverside Church. The church is located in Three Rivers, Michigan. It’s Father’s Day and Paul is giving an encouraging message about being a father.
I would have politely listened and I wouldn’t have given it, much thought. Why should I? I’m not a father or spiritual father. Before I continue, here is a link to “Dad’s Fest“. It’s the message that I listened to on the Internet.
What happened? Why am I writing a story about fathers, the day after Father’s Day? The story starts when pastor Paul Booko mentions the father wound, at the beginning of his message. As I listen, a strong wave of painful emotions began rising inside me. Continue reading
Did you ever go through something and asked, “Why am I going through this? Why do I have to take this blasted typing class?” For me, this class was fraught with frustration and difficulties. I hated it.
The four years of typing were a lesson in torture. My typing teacher didn’t help by saying, “Keep your eyes on the paper and not the typewriter!” I hated it! I was angry and frustrated with her. If the old IBM Selectric typewriter weren’t so heavy then I’d be tempted to do something stupid. Continue reading
One day, a friend shared an interesting comment. “It’s just a hobby,” says my friend. My friend was referring Inspiration Point. “How so?”, I asked. The response was hardly pleasant or encouraging.
Sadly, I’ve had similar conversations with this person. He simply doesn’t see the value of the work done on this blog. How shall I respond to such negativity? I can’t control what someone chooses to think or believe. However, I can do something about my own responses.
I could choose from one of three options. Though there may be others; I will focus on three types of responses. Shall I play “The Victim”? Shall I take on the role of “The Reporter”? How about a “Hope Filled” view of the situation? Continue reading
What if Jesus came to your town? How do you suppose the scenes from “The Last Supper” would play out? Welcome to Jesus: Table For Thirteen! It is a contemporary musical drama performed at Shore Vineyard Church.
The story takes place inside a fictional Italian restaurant called “The Vine”. The restaurant is in downtown Toms River. What? I thought “The Last Supper” took place in something called The Upper Room in Jerusalem? Continue reading