Tag: susan beckett

As a very young child I watched each day as my father left for work and I happily understood that my dad was an engineer. Of course, my very young brain told me that he was the engineer of —what else? A train! How cool is that?! It wasn’t until he left for Cape Canaveral to work with the space program that I found out he was an electrical engineer. I wasn’t sure what that was but knew enough that I wasn’t going to be riding on a train any time soon! This example may be humorous but what’s happening to accuracy, reality, and truth in our society isn’t. It looks like real truth, as we have known it, is deceased - gone, kaputt. In its place we now have what is called “your truth.” It’s actually an artificial substitute for someone’s personal opinion.

If you’re anything like me, I always thought prayer was pretty boring - and I wasn’t the only one! I once heard of a man who tried praying early in the mornings but kept falling asleep, so he filled his bathtub with water and sat in it, hoping not to nod off and drown. He was alive to tell the story so I guess you could say he was successful.

Many years ago, when suits and ties were still the rage for Sunday morning church, my handsome hubby was always on the lookout for new ties. Apparently, when you're a guy, you just can't have enough ties! This particular Sunday morning, he had on a brand new tie, which was a little different — lots of swirling colors and very abstract.

Our world seems pretty messed up right now and that’s probably an extreme understatement! China is still behaving badly, Hong Kong is under siege, the middle class in Venezuela is suffering under socialism, and North Korea is still under a ruthless dictatorship! And unfortunately, to that nation-challenged list I would sadly now add our own America.

Let’s suppose for just a couple minutes that you go to bed one night and when you wake up in the morning you have partial memory loss - a little amnesia. You vaguely remember getting up in the middle of the night for a drink of water, spilling some on the floor and slipping on it.