We recently had the privilege of having a visiting pastor
from Uganda over to our home. It was the pastor’s first visit to the U.S and I
was curious about his experience. I asked him: “What has been your biggest
surprise about our country?” I assured him that I would not be offended by
candor. His response surprised me and I have been thinking about it ever since.
He said: “It seems that Americans...
Thursday, February 20, 2014
The Science of Interpreting Dreams
Posted by Ian on 9:01 AM
Last night I had a dream
with deep spiritual implications. The dream
started with P-Diddy and myself hanging out at a party. After a while I could
tell that P-Diddy was agitated and unsettled. He seem to be bordering on a
mental breakdown. Being a good friend of his, I asked him if he was ok. He
began to confess that he was feeling stressed to the point of not being able to
go on. Apparently, being...
Wednesday, February 19, 2014
Getting Comfortable in Auschwitz
Posted by Ian on 5:38 PM
When I was a younger man I spent some time in jail. One of the not so obvious lessons that I learned from this period of my life is that much of what we think of as happiness is a bit relative. I spent my time in jail reading and sleeping a lot. I would watch TV and occasionally go to the gym for volleyball. I am not trying to be cavalier; loss of freedom is not fun, but I found that over time I...
Sunday, January 5, 2014
Women in Combat
Posted by Ian on 1:43 PM
She is no stranger to the screams that accompany the battlefield.
There are no ribbons on her uniform. Evidence of her valor is marked on her
body. She carries her wounds with dignity, never a complaint. When in the
company of fellow warriors, there is a bond, no words need be said. She is a
veteran of many campaigns. When new recruits pass by her there is a hushed tone
and respectful salute....
Friday, January 3, 2014
The Cart Without the Horse
Posted by Ian on 10:30 AM
Growing up my mother loved me deeply. One of the ways she expressed that love was to allow me a special treat every Christmas. For that one day a year my mom would let me smoke pot with her. I have pictures of me as a young boy (perhaps 5 or 6) with a joint in my mouth and a Santa hat on my head. I do not point this out to be disrespectful to my mom or to be flippant. Later in life my mom had deep...
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