I was in Southern India several years ago and noticed an odd thing about most of the small children there: They all had little red strings tied around their bellies. These toddlers who were just learning to walk and run around were most often stark naked, save these shoelace-sized red bands tied around their middles.
Reflections on Good Friday, cherries, and cockroaches.
Where are the men who are healthily in touch with their emotions, and why is this so rare for us to encounter?
An ode to family and growing old joyfully…
I’ve had it for five months and only now am beginning to adequately know how to describe it.
“There’s just no good guys/girls in my life right now…” Make excuses or moves.
Our culture subliminally tells men that they need family and a job…but friends? Why do close male friends seem so WEIRD to us today?
And then one day it all goes black. All the stories you’ve held in your chest are released to fly into the night. It’s like waking up from a long sleep, but instead of morning grog, you are met with stunning clarity.
Jesus didn’t merely give to the poor; He joined them.
When moments of clarity arrive, do you take advantage of them or let them slip away, returning again to the fog of addiction?
