“And be thankful,” says Paul in his letter to the Colossians (3:15). The directive comes in a list of commands near the end of a letter full of wonderful theology and ethics. Every time I read it, however, the wording of the text bothers me. It’s simple and plain. It does not ask how I feel or whether I am bolstered by happiness and joy and blessing. It simply asserts…

Practice. The word itself strikes fear and loathing in my soul, memories seared into my psyche long ago, of summer days on football practice fields in Eastman, Georgia, heat and humidity so thick that you could cut them with a knife. Brutal. And gnats. My goodness. Unless you live below the gnat line in Georgia, you have no idea what it is like to inhale a handful of gnats with…

I am loathe to admit it, but here goes. My daughter and son-in-law live in London, England. They bought their first gas grill recently after extensive research, as well as immense input from the self-proclaimed grill expert in their lives—me. They assembled the grill, fired it up and cooked a wide variety of meats and vegetables. I was impressed. I told them to use the electric starter on the grill…

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I broke a shoelace a few weeks ago. I was standing in a grocery store when I noticed my shoe was untied. When I bent over to tie the laces, one snapped and came off in my hand. I hurriedly retied the pieces, then the laces, and found some new ones on another aisle. No big deal. Disaster averted. The whole time I was in the store, however, I worried…