If By “Toilet” You Mean…
Before we begin, if you are underwhelmed by potty humor, you might want to move along. If, however, you are the parent of a small child – especially of the male gender – welcome. This is a safe place. Solidarity, my friend. So… I’ve been under the assumption my three year old is potty trained. I have believed for the past few months that he was taking himself to the bathroom when he needed to go potty. Now that I know the truth, I long for the days of naiveté. Ignorance is bliss, isn’t it? I caught him a few days ago with his underwear around his ankles and a…
Grace, even for the Embers
I don’t know about you, but nobody can beat me up worse than I can. I am my own worst bully because I fail miserably, often. Don’t we all? Even people you think would be exempt from failure aren’t, because human. Mother Teresa, the Pope, Mr. Rogers…Jesus’ own disciples. Let’s talk about those guys for a minute. Honestly, if anyone should have it figured out, it should be them. The ones who walked beside Jesus, followed in his footsteps, saw all the miracles he performed, witnessed firsthand the overwhelming reckless love of God we sing about today…if anyone should be failure-free, it’s these guys. But, no. No one is exempt. And so it was in John…
