Questions From Readers
I want you to know, from the bottom of my heart, I read every email, letter and message I receive. Many of these messages are questions. So I’ve compiled the most common questions in a letter
Inspiration
Think Fast!
Fasting–deliberately giving up food and/or drink–is not an uncommon occurrence in the Bible. Moses fasted. Jesus fasted. What’s the point?
A Mom in the Park
She was a youngish mother. Her son was maybe 10. They had the whole playground to themselves. She wheeled his chair along the rubbery mat, and they were playing make-believe.
A Little Bit of Sole
It was a big park. A big city. The man was sitting on the sidewalk. Directly on the ground. And he was barefoot.
The Fishermen
There were two men who went fishing. The first man was old. He moved a little slower on account of his arthritis, his bad hip, and his recent hurt knee. The second man wasn’t even really a “man” at all, technically. He was a boy. The young man was brimming with energy, skipping ahead, swinging his tackle box.
The Challenge Period Has Ended: A Tribute to Lones Wigger
In the grand scope of American marksmanship, no name holds a more undisputed place in that pantheon than Lones Wigger—a man whose achievements, discipline, and character have set a benchmark few will ever touch.
The Persistent Caller
Ring, ring.
I answered the phone. “Hello?” I said, disguising my voice.
“Is this Sean Dietrich?” said the little girl’s on the phone. So grown-up sounding. She gets a little bigger every day.
What Do You Know, Joe?
When Joe turned 18, he was going to join the military like his dad, the officer, wanted. But there is a well known saying in the military, “You can’t make chicken salad out of chicken excrement.” We are who we are.
I Have No Fight Left
Dear Sean, I’m useless. It seems like the world just doesn’t want me here anymore. What happens if I give up and send myself same-day shipping to God? Would it truly be a loss?
There’s no more fight in me.
In Remembrance of Eugene Lofton: A True Gentleman, a Marksman, and an American Original
When I was just a kid—maybe 10 or 12—I met a man who would leave a quiet but lasting impression on my life: Eugene Lofton. To me, at that young age, he wasn’t just another face on the firing line; he was something extraordinary
Things I Love
A tomato is a magical thing. A love story in nutritional form. A tomato connects you with real life in a way nothing else can.
Cling to the Cross
The Bible tells us not to worry about anything, but to pray about everything (Philippians 4:6). Is that even possible? YES, if we cling to the cross!
“I Don’t Believe in Prayer”
The letter was short. “Dear Sean, do you believe prayer works? I don’t. Please pray I survive my surgery today.” Signed, Anonymous.
Ode to a Sunrise
Oh, to view a sunrise. To see that huge ball of brilliant orange light, peeking above the trees, reflecting on the mirrored lake. The orchestra of colors in the sky, as the morning sun lights the clouds from beneath, transforming them into the pink and gold frosting on the Birthday Cake of Life.
Weird Al
The boy didn’t have a lot going for him. At least, that’s what his parents thought. His parents were concerned. The other children would not stop laughing at their son. The other kids had turned him into a joke.
Watching Over You
You don’t know me, but I’ve been watching you since you were a baby. I’ve been here beside you. You could call me your guardian angel, I guess. But we don’t really call ourselves anything.
On the Major League’s periphery; A major trip through the minors
Imagine getting an unexpected call and being told that you are to report to a new work site tomorrow for a job that you hadn’t even applied for. Now add to the fact that you are anchored in Tacoma, Washington and must be in Reading, Pennsylvania in 24 hours. You have no choice but to …
Last Stop
They stand behind caged doors. They look at you when you walk by. They howl like their lives depend on it. Because, you see, that’s just what they do.
Who Do You Think You Are?
Who do I think I am? My life begins at age 11. That’s when my father took his own life. He killed himself probably because he was going to prison.