My Fellow Exhausted Americans
November 8, 2016
Today I realized how tired I am. I think we all are. We’ve all spent the lion’s share of the last few years up to our necks in a swirling storm
Today I realized how tired I am. I think we all are. We’ve all spent the lion’s share of the last few years up to our necks in a swirling storm
Most of us live our life in little boxes. These boxes have numbers on them and they tell us where we are. We live and die by the stuff within these boxes;
Note from John: I’m very fortunate that I have a venue for my voice to be heard, and realize that most people do not. As a pastor, I spend a great deal
I really miss my dad. Since he passed away suddenly almost four years ago, the grief of losing him has been a constant companion, always lurking just out of sight, waiting
Today I realized how tired I am. I think we all are. We’ve all spent the lion’s share of the last few years up to our necks in a swirling storm
Most of us live our life in little boxes. These boxes have numbers on them and they tell us where we are. We live and die by the stuff within these boxes;
Note from John: I’m very fortunate that I have a venue for my voice to be heard, and realize that most people do not. As a pastor, I spend a great deal
I really miss my dad. Since he passed away suddenly almost four years ago, the grief of losing him has been a constant companion, always lurking just out of sight, waiting