For Wilshire Baptist Church
LeAnn and I took a little road trip recently, and we may have stumbled upon a new tradition for us: a fall trip to a national park. You see, last October we did it big and went to Yosemite, and this year we decided to keep it small and stay closer to home. Only after we settled on Hot Springs, Ark., did we realize, “Hey, we’re going to a national park again. Cool!” Continue reading “Traditions”
For Wilshire Baptist Church
I find it baffling that commercial airplanes still have no smoking and fasten seatbelt signs. Isn’t every human alive familiar with these rules by now? I was born before seat belts were required and before smoking was banned in most locations. But with much of our population born after these rules were established, seeing the signs lit up on airplanes feels somewhat like looking at cave paintings. Continue reading “No Smoking . . . Please”
For Wilshire Baptist Church
Leaving Baylor’s McLane Stadium on a recent Saturday afternoon, we paused for a moment on the plaza leading to the bridge over the Brazos River and saw a couple walking toward us, hand-in-hand, chatting softly. The man made eye contact and smiled and we smiled back. He was beaming actually, and why not? His team had just been destroyed, but it was only sport; it wasn’t life or death. Meanwhile it was a beautiful day, he was alive, and his broken heart was being held gently by the woman he was walking with. Continue reading “Crossing Bridges”
