God

Dueling with God

We meet daily for an Old West style shootout. Sometimes at 1:00AM, sometimes at 5:00AM, sometimes mid-day. Just me and Him. No red strings or lucky eye charms. The God I meet is not a Cracker Jack kind of being. No superstitions or silly wand waving. It is just us.

Dear Blogger

No matter where you are on the scale of worst case life experiences, I can point you in the direction of much harder, more painful stories that don’t jive with your shallow, linear explanation of why bad things happen.

Powerball

I didn’t win the Powerball on Saturday night. I was shocked. I read all the odds. I knew that I had a greater chance of getting struck by lightning, twice. I knew that I had a greater chance of hitting… Read More ›