One night last week, as I was doing my ritualistic scrolling of Twitter before going to bed, a tweet from the Pittsburgh Penguins’ Twitter account caught my eye.
My most treasured possession is my body. This may seem obvious, but I’m guessing that most people have trouble honoring their bodies and the ability to heal. I am grateful for the many gifts time has bestowed upon me.
A book of sermons under the title “On Being Fit to Live With” was issued right after World War II. The book’s thesis was that the task then at hand after winning the war was winning the peace.
I don’t often use this space to comment on politics, but I think this story from my house offers hope for ending the partisan gridlock that seems to grip every level of our government.
With all that happened in 2020, some people have managed to take on new hobbies, learn new things and thrive thanks to newfound quarantine-based free time.
A few years ago, I was talking to my wife’s grandmother about something she’d heard on television. She was convinced if it was said on TV, it can’t be wrong.
The Ghost of Christmas Present took Ebenezer Scrooge around London, to mines in distant moors, and even out to sea, all in an effort to show the old miser what he had not been seeing of the world around him and how life could be lived.