Pastor Bo: When your spirit needs a lift, don’t bother with Siri
For the record, I truly hate Siri.

For the record, I truly hate Siri.

While most parents have dreams for their children, most Christian parents in general and most ministry parents in particular tend to have a very specific type of fondest hope for their offspring.

I know this may come as a shock to anyone less astute than myself (a bit of mild sarcasm, there), but America is a very divided country right now. It would be far easier for us to list the few areas of relative agreement our society holds than to even begin to list all of the areas in which we are at odds.

Another "celebrity pastor/author" fell recently, leaving his family and even renouncing Christianity.

We saw the elderly white lady in her ancient station wagon, feverishly trying to get it to start.

We saw them as they were being helped off the bus.

"Hey, Preacher," she said with a heavy Costa Rican accent, "I am now officially a U.S. citizen!"

The story sounds unbelievable, unthinkable, yet it is entirely true. A preacher trying, actually ordering, people to drink alcohol, and not just anywhere, but in the house of God.

Throughout the years, I have found God's timing to be impeccable.

As far as monsters are concerned, Bram Stoker's Dracula will always be at the top of my list, I suppose, though I am also quite partial to Frank Peretti's tale of a modern dragon in "The Oath."
