The problem with our society today is not that we have adults who act like children. The problem is, we have adults who aspire to act like children. It is their goal in life. They hate the idea of acting like adults (although they absolutely insist upon being treated as adults). They do not just…
One of the first things you notice at Walt Disney World is the preponderance of “Mickey-shaped” items. From pencil tops to fireworks, everything seems to consist of two small circles sitting atop a larger circle. Sometimes, as with shrubbery, the shape is forced upon the item; those in charge simply alter it until it achieves the proper proportions. Sometimes, as with ice cream, the item is formed inside a mold. The latter of these can get downright creepy at times. Forcing a pumpkin to grow in a “Mickey” shape by placing it in a mold in its infancy is … weird. The desired effect is achieved, yes. But at some point a living organism has to be allowed to grow in its own direction. I don’t know. Maybe I’ve just seen one too many Mickeys over the last seven years.
Anyway, striking a balance between fostering growth and channeling that growth has been a bit of an obsession with me over the last 23 years.
It’s been raining a lot lately. Maybe you’ve noticed. Rain in the summer has been one of the toughest things for this Texas boy to get used to in this part of the world. That, and what the locals call “Mexican food.”
The good thing about rain is, it helps my lawn grow. The bad things is, it helps my lawn grow. And grow. And grow.
I always appreciate getting requests for articles and sermons. I do not always follow through; sometimes I think the subject is best left alone, and sometimes I just forget. Sorry. But the requests themselves are a blessing, in my eyes. One of the ongoing challenges in my position is coming up with new material. If a subject is thrust upon me, it naturally comes with the benefit of having at least one person interested before I ever put pen to paper. Nothing wrong with that.
The word “young” carries particular significance for college football fans. It is full of hope, yet resigned to a mediocre or worse present. I think it’s basically a way for coaches, fans and sports writers to safely lower expectations. “Sure, they can’t block, tackle, or correctly identify their team uniforms. But what do you expect? They’re young.”