Fire. Duct tape. Sex.
Obvious connection, isn’t it?
Ok, maybe not so obvious. If you have 12 minutes to spare, I’d like to explain.
(Be advised: I’m speaking relatively plainly about sexuality – this is probably not one for little kids, though I believe teens and even pre-teens need to hear it.)
Keep the duct tape on the roll so it will be as wonderfully sticky as it was made to be.
I have an old friend that God has used to teach me a lot. Some of you that may happen to read this will know this man. In my college days, this friend lived out for me and so many others what it meant to be a servant in the midst of a very self-absorbed culture.
The thing about this friend is that he had such a kind and gentle spirit that he was constantly apologizing for anything that wasn’t as someone wanted it to be… whether or not he had anything to do with that circumstance. The most common words out of his mouth were, “I’m sorry.”
When we would say, “Stop saying I’m sorry,” he would reply, “Ok, I’m sorry.” Continue reading Blameless Wonder
A couple of nights ago I couldn’t get to sleep. So I got up and decided to revisit a project I had been working on that evening. I heard something rustling around in the garage but, upon some investigation, could not tell what it was.
The next day, hoping to rectify a malfunctioning turn signal, I went out to the garage. I remembered the midnight noise and did some investigating. It seems I had left the lid open on the large trash can I keep in the garage. It was positioned right next to my new portable grill. I began to pull the trash can out of the way and was startled by a slight movement inside the can.
I’m going to go ahead and own up to the fact that there was momentary loss of constitutionary control of demeanor.
Upon closer investigation, this is what I saw:
Continue reading Possum in a Can