Pastor Bo: What good are broken things? Ask God
It is Sunday afternoon as I sit at the desk in my church office and write this.
It is Sunday afternoon as I sit at the desk in my church office and write this.
The other parental holiday is now upon us, the one that is not the main source of flower sales in America and is not a leading source of greeting card sales and is not gifted with its own hymns and songs.
I want to be careful here not to do what I detest in others, namely, making my church out to be the model of what all churches should be. There is something about pastoral smugness that makes me want to stick a hot french fry up someone's nose and pray for them while they unintentionally speak in tongues.
The video was heartbreaking and raw.
My children are overly fond of pointing out to me that I am not in step with modern times. They are simply aghast that I do not have an iPhone, use proper punctuation even when texting and hand-write most letters, in cursive, no less. I, on the other hand, am fond of pointing out to them that I also do not eat Tide Pods, have never had anyone's words send me scurrying for a "safe space" and earned a doctorate without the benefit of Google.
Dear readers of this weekly column, I very much appreciate you. So, between now and the end of the year, please enjoy a Christmas story in four installments, my gift to you and your family!
"Now more than ever, we're short of workers, we have a population that is not reproducing on its own with the same level that it used to. The only way we're going to have a great future in America is if we welcome and embrace immigrants, the Dreamers and -- all of them. 'Cause our ultimate goal is to help the Dreamers but get a path to citizenship for all 11 million or however many undocumented immigrants."

There are seven instances of the words "good cheer" in the Bible.

It started, I suppose, with coleslaw.
The big news of the day was that I was blessed to lead a precious 80-year-old lady to the Lord while she was lying in a hospital bed just days from death.
