I’ve been listening to a lot more sermons than normal in recent days. (You have too, I hope.) That includes several friends of the East Hill church — Kris Emerson, Scott Taylor, and Bryant Bailles, among others. But as far as visuals go, watching men stand still and talk is not too engaging. So sometimes…
I had the opportunity to counsel a “friend” through the process of deleting a Facebook post — a process I am downright evangelistic about, by the way; I know of no other “skill” so easily acquired, so desperately needful, and so seldom practiced. It’s basically a matter of clicking things that look like they would like to be clicked, looking for the word “delete,” then clicking that.
I’m pretty sure I lost my reading glasses this week while running through a parking lot in the rain. Anyway, I had the glasses, then I ran through the rain, then at some point later I didn’t have my glasses. Such things happen, I suppose. And as long as I can get an article out of it, I suppose I can survive.
I finally convinced Tracie to take a drive past our first house during our latest trip to Texas. We were in the neighborhood, literally driving within a stone’s throw of it. Just a slight detour, and we could see what had become of the place since we sold it almost 20 years ago.
I expected it to be different. I did not expect it to be that different.
I always take a seat on the patio when I have the option — and when it isn’t too hot or wet. The other day it was a little bit of both — not too much, though, to discourage an avid fan of sightseeing, people-watching and atmosphere-drinking.
This time of year, most of us have cultural, familial, and guilt-induced obligations to bestow gifts on various ones near and (to one degree or another) dear to us. For the Hammons family, thankfully, our holiday shopping is just about concluded. (I deceive. Apologies. Tracie’s holiday shopping is just about concluded.)
But I keep hearing talk about Jesus being “the reason for the season.” I like Kylie’s response to that saying — “That’s ridiculous,” she says. “Jesus is the reason for everything.” (They do make you proud, don’t they?)