When We Practice To Assume

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?
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Overcoming My Father Wounds

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

The Typewriter

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

Dealing With Negativity: What’s Your Perspective?

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

Jesus: Table For Thirteen!

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