The other day, I finished rewriting an old work of fiction. The story is called “Easy To Say Forgive“. I based it, on a proposed YouTube skit. Though the skit never saw the light; the story seems worth the telling. Once finished, a thought came to mind.
Why not share about the angry letter? Did I really get an angry letter? Yes, I did receive such a letter.
A few weeks ago, I sent an email to a casual friend. A short time later, I get a reply from the friend. His reply had the effect of shocking me and grieving my heart. I was shocked because the guy never replied to my earlier emails. I was grieved because the man was obviously upset with me. Continue reading
The other day, I was considering a new topic for Inspiration Point. As I talked with my Heavenly Father, a specific idea came to mind. If you read the title, then you already know it. It centers on the words we speak.
How shall I share this story? This story begins with an old memory coming into the light. What is this memory? How does it relate to the title? Let’s just say that my father was never one to consider his words or their hurtfulness. Continue reading
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