I have taken it upon myself lately to reexamine my approach to brethren who are wandering, indifferent or erring. It’s all fine and good to say we should have “the spirit of gentleness” (Galatians 6:1). But what does that actually look and sound like? How might I self-diagnose more effectively?
One time in the queue for Expedition: Everest, I saw an advertisement for “Yeti tinned meats.” The review called it “tasty, sanitary, and compact.” The review was from “Hal.”
Needless to say, the review — and for that matter, as far as I know, Yeti tinned meats — is bogus.
My propensity for frugality is not a secret. So when I saw an article online about the biggest cheapskates ever, I had to read it. You know me. Always looking for ideas. Paying for a muffin out of the tip jar. OK, that’s not cheap; that’s thievery. I oppose that. Driving all over town to…
Discomfort is the price of admission for a meaningful life, I was told recently. I wish it weren’t true, like we all do. But it is true, and I choose to accept it and embrace it instead of denying it.
Anything significant is not only going to be worth pain, it is going to cause pain.