Week 44 Memory Verse: So he got up
I don’t know if I’m allowed to do what I’m about to do. I don’t know if it’s okay to take just a few words from the Bible and highlight them, but that’s what’s about to happen. I just finished a bible study about the prodigal son. That’s the story about the son who asks
Kindness helps us to do what we couldn’t do on our own
If I were left to my own devices, there is no way you would be reading this kindness column right now. I know nothing about printing a newspaper or scheduling delivery routes. I know even less about how the internet works and how to get the newspaper on a home computer. The only way I’m
Kindness Podcast Episode 3: Same Kind of Different As Me
What’s the single biggest mistake of your life? What’s the one decision or perhaps series of decisions that led you somewhere you never intended to be? Do you have one? Or perhaps it’s not something you’ve done, but what’s been done to you. Our stories often become the secrets we hide in a dark place
Week 43 Memory Verse: Not Your Battle
What if the way we see people behaving in the Bible long ago is a message about how we are supposed to behave today? Not all of it is good, of course, so you can’t just open to a page and say, “There! See? It’s in the Bible. I’m gonna do that!” You might just
Ride home opens door to life-changing kindness
When I think about the very first acts of kindness I can recall, I think about my mom. I remember her teaching English as a Second Language (ESL) in our small town. How scary it must have been for her students to move to a new country and not know how to communicate. My mom
Kindness Podcast Episode 2: Brian Williams
I have a secret. I do not like talking to kids. Don’t get me wrong, I love talking with kids, I just don’t like talking to them. Like from a stage. When they’re all sitting on the gym floor. Staring at me. Wiggling. Expecting me to pull a rabbit out of my hat or introduce
Week 42 Memory Verse: How to Stop Stifling Your Power
I was sitting in my mini-van when I had this huge idea over-take my heart. Go give her money. “Her” was the young mom in the shiny gold bikini I had just met at our community pool. The “money” I was being told to give away was mine, and although I didn’t know exactly what
