Keys
When I was very young, my mother was always at home; and on special occasions, my brother and I could stay up and greet our father when he came home from the paper mill. My brother and I would wait for our father to come through the door, reeking of the awful smell of the paper mill, and then run away, laughing and giggling. Our father got a laugh out of this as he put down his briefcase and unlatched his enormous keychain from his belt and set it on the counter right next to our very 20’s style oven.
White Pen
One of my friends (a crazy, energetic girl who showed me what living for Christ really meant) used to have this little, interesting thing she did. There were many fascinating sides of the world she helped me see, and what I am about to tell you was just beautiful. She told me that she always wanted to focus on the optimistic, inspiring parts of the Bible but not take away or ignore the Bible as a whole, because―you know―God is perfect and shouldn’t be subtracted from.
The Word Explaining
I read The Book of Remembrance three times now, and I have to say that it’s wrong. But, it’s not wrong in the way you might assume.
Punch Out
Back in the late eighties Nintendo was the big gaming system and with it came one of my two favorite games: “Punch Out!” I was very young when I played it, so I only ever made it to Sandman once or twice. Normally, I would lose when fighting Great Tiger. Oh, Great Tiger, how you were a bane in my childhood existence with your special move that made you dizzy; and, oh!, how you were such a barrier to the opponents in line after you who rarely got the chance if ever, to fit my low bit quality avatar known as Little Mac.
Coming of Age Tale
This following story will start off strange and dark, but the ending will be much better, so…just keep reading. When you read the next sentence, you will probably be blown away, but it is something I didn’t add in my last piece ”Too Many Paths” and it is too important not to say.
Too Many Paths
We all have a story. And this is one reason I went looking for God outside of main stream Christianity. You see, my first memories are of attending a Presbyterian church while studying at a Catholic school. Then, my family moved to a Methodist church and I studied at a Southern Baptist school. I converted to Mormonism later is my life, after a brief stint with Atheism.