June 2011

Is it just me, or has there been an epidemic of liars lately? You know the ones I mean: They didn’t sext, they didn’t dope, they didn’t have that fling, they didn’t say what they’re on record as saying.

As a Christian, I have two reactions. One of compassion: I’m a human too. We all mess up. Second reaction: Is it really that hard to be honest?

This is the first Father’s Day I have been without a father and the first thing that goes through my mind is that I don’t think I ever did anything special for my dad on Father’s Day.

As a child if I ever asked him what he wanted for a present, he would say, “Make me a nice picture. That would be good enough.” It didn’t seem good enough. Didn’t he want a shirt, a tie, a belt, one of those things advertised in the newspaper for Father’s Day? “A hug and kiss,” he’d say. “That would be nice.”

Praying for others is probably the most selfish thing I do all day.

Most mornings I wake up with my head swimming in a self-interested broth. Just a glimpse in the mirror gets me going. How old I am, how little I’ve accomplished, how I really should get a haircut and how I wish we had more money to get a new bathroom mirror if not a new bathroom.