ONE of my favorite comedies is the movie What about Bob (1991) starring Bill Murray and Richard Dreyfuss. Bill Murray plays Bob Wiley, an obsessive-compulsive-neurotic mess.
Dear LOGOI Family, Thank you for your prayers through massive hurricane Irma. Your LOGOI family based in Miami is all safe. We are now awaiting updates from Cuba and elsewhere including our ministry partners from the Florida Keys through the Carolinas. It is always so encouraging to see neighbors helping neighbors. It is a glimpse of… Read More»
Can you do it? Go ahead, I’ll wait. It’s not easy. It might be easier to try and summarize your son or daughter, husband or wife, mother or father in just six words. It would be a rather interesting exercise to ask people to do around the dinner table one night. (If you do, please… Read More»
I have wonderful memories of arriving home after a day at work to find my then five-year-old little boy, Matt, waiting for me with a book in his hand. He especially loved the Lord of the Rings stories.
I like coffee, A LOT. Just black and hot. None of that iced coffee or latte stuff for me. Give me a deep, dark roast you can smell through thick walls. No sugar, no milk, just freshly brewed as coffee is supposed to be.
“Please pass the baby” was a phrase I was forced to utter rather frequently during a recent vacation that included my eight-month-old grandson, Nolan, and my mother. I’m not one to brag, but it goes without saying that my grandson is an incredibly gifted child. He can’t speak or walk yet, but there is no question… Read More»
After performing some of my comedy routines including my “solo trumpet duet” (you can look it up on YouTube) in one of my “Ed”ertainment engagements, a man laughingly asked, “How did you get this way?”
“Don’t jump,” the wise voice of sanity said in the back of my brain. It was quickly followed by my foolish voice of insanity which mockingly laughed and said, “You can do it. Jump!”
Help create a love for others and a heart for missions in the lives of your young grandchildren.
Years ago, when my oldest son, Matt, was in middle school, he was sent to his room one afternoon to ponder the errors of his ways.