Yesterday was the kind of day a writer who wants to show off their vocabulary would describe as lugubrious. I prefer dreary. Not because I’m better than that other writer, but because dreary feels more literary. For me at least, it evokes scenes from Continue reading
I don’t follow football, and a few days ago I couldn’t have told you the name of Philadelphia’s team. But on Monday, November 16, as I was listening to a message on YouTube, the Holy Spirit dropped the name into my mind.
The message I was listening to was part of Continue reading
On the day after the election, a British pastor named Luke Harding had a dream about Joe Biden. Based on the interpretation I got from the Lord, the dream contains an urgent call to the church.
In the dream, Luke Harding was in what he describes as “a place of worship” when Joe Biden walked in with a group of people. Continue reading
Early on November 3, the day we thought would never arrive, my neighbor texted to say he was walking over to the polling station at 6:50. I was planning to go later but decided to join him. We vote similarly, and I figured a last-minute review on a certain measure wouldn’t hurt. Continue reading
In my previous post I had said that how we vote matters both here and in eternity. In heaven, it can affect our rewards for “the things done in the body” (2 Corinthians 5:10). And on earth, our voting choices directly impact our daily lives, because the officials we elect can make life easy or difficult for us by the laws they pass.
If elected officials are faith-friendly, they will pass laws that allow us to practice our faith in peace. If not, we will Continue reading
While scrolling through the comments under an election-themed video, I came across this question: “Will you go to hell if you don’t vote for Trump?”
The video had not offered any advice on how to vote. On the contrary, the speaker was evasive about his position and the video had numerous rabbit trails. Even watching it at 1.75x speed felt like a waste of time. But the comment Continue reading
I don’t know how safe New Delhi’s bus stops are for women these days, but once upon a time they were about as safe as shark-infested waters are for scuba divers. This is because New Delhi’s bus stops were haunted by a breed of predatory fiend known as the chain snatcher. If you heard that a woman had had her gold chain snatched, you could safely assume that the crime had been committed at a bus stop. Continue reading
Today marks the seventh anniversary of the day one of my oldest, most cherished dreams came true: the dream of becoming an author.
My first book, Pioneer Boulevard: Los Angeles Stories, was released on June 29, 2013. I chose this day because it was the only weekend my older nephew/godson could make it from Canada, where he was an undergrad at Waterloo. Continue reading
It’s interesting how Facebook has been reminding me of my memories in such a well-timed manner of late. Either my phone’s spying on me (pshaw!), or God knew something one year ago that neither Facebook nor Apple did. Continue reading