Sometimes Thickheaded

Three times he told me to “look right here.” That’s how thickheaded I was. The first time the doctor said it, I looked at the light; it seemed like a good place to look, maybe. The second time I saw his finger pointing at his nose, so I looked at my nose, of course. “No, look right here.” “Oh, you mean your nose.” Yes, I ( Read more... )

At church on Sunday (two days ago) I had a conversation with a young, blonde-haired boy named Luke, which I don’t do very often. He’s attending a public school. That fact alone is sad, considering the barrage of liberal philosophy and socialization he faces every day ( Read more... )