The new assistant to the prime minister was nervous; he had never been around such a powerful man. When he got to the massive entrance to the mansion, his trembling finger pushed the doorbell. He waited, heart pounding. Suddenly, the doors swung open, and there in the foyer was the man he feared, down on…
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Fire In The Belly
Lessons for the first-half crowd Subject: Fire in the Belly This is the second in a series of short letters, addressed to what I call, first-half-of-lifer’s. I grew up watching Twilight Zone and remember one episode that began with a room full of people at a masquerade ball. In his usual creepy voice, Rod Sterling…
Forty Years
The following poem was texted to me by my friend Paul Roberts, someone who knows my story, and celebrated God’s faithfulness on my spiritual birthday, January 15th. “A cold dark night. A rangy silhouette with a wild mop on top. A lost, wandering soul. A weary thumb. A destination unknown. A kind and patient stranger….
To Sir, with love 