The Radio Star
The school cafeteria. The boys were all sitting together, doing what teenage boys do. Horsing around, talking about girls, probably trying to make milk spew from each other’s nostrils.
Inspiration
Life and All Its Cracker Barrels
I have a story about bad things. The story is about an old man. He lived during in the Great Depression. He was a very poor farmer. His home was a ramshackle shotgun house. He drove a rusted truck that predated the Punic Wars.
Jonathan Livingston Birdy
Two railway track maintainers stood at a distance watching her. Their neon vests, reflecting in the early morning light. Their hard hats pushed upward on their heads. They weren’t sure what to do with the bird.
No Offense, Sean, But…
“Dear Sean, your column yesterday about embracing my inner child and childhood was inaccurate. I’m 67 with more life experience than you… And my childhood wasn’t idyllic like yours obviously was…
When You Wish Upon a Child
I want to tell you a story. In February of 1979, a 7-year-old named Chris Grecius, of Scottsdale, Arizona, found out he had leukemia. It was the end of the world. No, it was worse than that. It felt like the end of a family.
“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.
The Words of Jesus and the Image of God
Jesus’ teachings provide a powerful confirmation of the concept that being made in the **image of God** is not merely about traits like intelligence or morality, but about **function** and **purpose**.
Be All That You Can Be
There are a lot of things you can be. In fact, you can be anything you want in this life. You can just be yourself. You can be free. Be empowered. Be comfortable with who you are. Be invested in your own life.
Modern Physics Increasingly Points To The Divine Hand Of A Creator (God) To Explain The Impossible “Coincidence” Of Our Existence Part 4
Bringing Some Of The Details To The Discussion: What About These Big Numbers?
Modern Physics Increasingly Points To The Divine Hand Of A Creator (God) To Explain The Impossible “Coincidence” Of Our Existence Part 3
What Do These Impossibly Large Numbers Mean? How big are they?
Casting Lines of Peace: The Story of the Baghdad School of Fly Fishing
In the heart of war-torn Iraq, amidst the chaos of conflict and the austere surroundings of Camp Victory, a remarkable initiative unfolded—one that brought solace, camaraderie, and a touch of home to deployed service members. This is the story of the Baghdad School of Fly Fishing, a testament to the healing power of nature and the resilience of the human spirit.
Modern Physics Increasingly Points To The Divine Hand Of A Creator (God) To Explain The Impossible “Coincidence” Of Our Existence Part 2
How Does A Physicist Sneak Up On His Peers With That Which Undermines Him???
Flying Home
The first big difference I noticed in America was that we move very fast. Everything we do is fast. We want our food fast. We want our news fast. We drive fast. We pump gas fast. We stand before a microwave and shout, “HURRY UP!!!!”
No More Old Songs
I am in the lobby of my hotel, waking up. The coffee is lukewarm. The breakfast is freezer burnt. And the overhead music playing is “Highway to Hell.” You can’t get away from canned music. It’s everywhere.
Dispatches Del Camino (#32)
Some of the most powerful lessons we pilgrims have learned on this proverbial Chisholm Trail have not been about life, or the nature of the universe. Our lessons have been in relation to each other.
Dispatches Del Camino (#14)
It was a little church. Off the main path. And you don’t see many “little” churches on the Camino. Most churches here are Gothic monuments. Stone gargantuans, with bells, towering medieval doors, and golden altars. This wasn’t one of those.
Culture Lunacy: The Cost Of Bad Education Policy And The Deleterious Impact On Our Children: Our Future
A Generational Decline Of American Education
Dispatches Del Camino (#6)
I am sitting in a Spanish bar in the dusty pueblo of Villa de Larraga. This is evidently a locals bar. And I am definitely not a local. I believe I am the only Inglés speaker in this village tonight.
Dispatches From El Camino (#4)
The 83-year-old woman has been opening her home to pilgrims since before I was born. Currently, she is bustling around her house, gathering fresh towels and soaps for us. We are standing in her doorway, drenched, cold, and looking about as content as wet Himalayan cats.
Dear Heaven
Dear God,
It’s me again. Actually, I don’t know what you want me to call you. For all I know, you might prefer to be called something Hebrew, Latin, or maybe you don’t want to be called anything at all.