Opinion

He began with frogging. Then jigging. By noon, he said, he’d be hula popping. I kept nodding, as though these were natural things for a man to say while I was drinking my first cup of coffee. Or ever.

Generally, I go ‘round without a hat. A hat squeezes the head, itches the scalp. Plus, I like my hair. But we live in interesting, challenging, new times. We must rise to the occasion. Sometimes, to meet the moment, a man needs a hat.

I like the story about the little kid digging through the pile of horse manure because “there must be a pony in there somewhere.”

Don’t Worry. Choose Happy.

I was hanging out in the driveway the other day catching some sun and two little boys who are neighbors came walking down the street, one was pushing a scooter and the other a bicycle. Both of these young men had nothing on but athletic shorts — no shirt, no shoes.

The energy in the auditorium was already electric. Every single act in the middle school variety show received thunderous applause, a standing ovation.

I grew up in a great Christian home. I can’t brag enough about how God set me up for Christian success. My parents loved Jesus and I knew it and they set an example for me and I am so grateful.