In Search of The Mysterious City of Sin

Years ago, I lived in Phoenix, AZ. While living there, I met a troubled young man. He came to Arizona Bridge to Independent Living, for group counseling. “I must have done something wrong? God is angry with me,” says the young man. We were shocked and asked, “What happened?” Continue reading

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What Is The Right Theme For Inspiration Point?

Do you know that WordPress keeps a record of Inspiration Point’s most popular blog posts? Yesterday, I took a peek, to see what my readers are looking at. Guess what topic raked in the most views? Is it religion? Is it politics? Is it MindCrack? Could it be overcoming depression and other adversities? Continue reading

Let’s The Spring Cleaning Commence!

Are you tired of the snow? I am. :) It is time for Spring and a fresh new start. It’s time to clean up the mess that Winter can leave behind and let in some fresh air. If you are new then you’re likely asking, “What is going on?” I am serious about the Spring cleaning for my blog. Continue reading

Should I Show or Preach With My Writings?

How shall I share? Shall I write with a tongue of a lecturer and walk to the tune of “Hellfire and Brimstone”? I think not! After hearing Joules LaHayes singing that song, you will laugh and respond with Madonna’s “Papa Don’t Preach!”.

Truth is, my writings would not go very far. Is there an alternative to”just tell”? How about “Show” but “Don’t Preach“? Continue reading

Somebody Does Cares!

A couple of years ago, my mother and I moved back into the Whiting area of Manchester Township. When I first lived in that area, it was largely empty and there were a few retirement homes. Whiting was the same as living out in the boonies.

When I left for Stockton State College in 1983, I never imagined living back here. It was too isolated an area and it was a 30 minute drive to either Toms River or Lakehurst. The road going to Lacey did not exist. Without public transportation, I would be totally stranded. Oh the joke would be on me, if I had talked with my Father on April 1, 1983! Continue reading