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Rite of passage: Parking lot wandering
Oct16

Rite of passage: Parking lot wandering

Ever since our children have grown up and moved out of the house, I have made it a habit to assist my wife as she shops for groceries. When we enter the store, she gives me the significant task of finding a product like toothpicks. Toothpicks are in the grocery store witness protection program, and it takes me at least 30 minutes to find a store clerk who has a clue as to where they are hidden. If I am not running errands for my wife,...

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Rite of passage: The green room
Oct09

Rite of passage: The green room

I have the privilege of speaking at some of the largest churches in the United States. Because the services are televised worldwide and the messages have mass exposures, there are sometimes threats from unstable individuals. When I preach in these churches, I must follow their protocols. One megachurch where I preach has a bodyguard who comes and picks me up from my hotel. He drives around to the back of the church, and I have to wait...

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Rite of passage: Love Potion No. 9
Oct02

Rite of passage: Love Potion No. 9

It was 1963; I was a pimply-faced, hormonally imbalanced 12-year-old. Half the world was telling me to find myself, and the other half was telling me to get lost. I wasn’t alone. I had plenty of company known as the Baby Boomers; we were all in the same boat without a sail. The turmoil of the ’60s wasn’t helping us feel secure: riots in the street; draft dodgers protesting against the Vietnam War; LSD, marijuana and other...

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Rite of passage: Titus, tornadoes and timberline
Sep25

Rite of passage: Titus, tornadoes and timberline

I love to hike. But my fascination with this activity didn’t start until I reached my 60s. It began when I was training for my climb up Mount Kilimanjaro. For two years, I hiked up mountains, hills and every place I could find to prepare for that journey. After successfully making that challenging climb, I have kept on hiking. In fact, hiking has become the go-to activity for Titus the Honorable and me. I am not sure which my oldest...

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Rite of passage: Perfectly imperfect
Sep18

Rite of passage: Perfectly imperfect

When my wife and I go to the grocery store, she doesn’t like me to shadow her. She knows I will throw non-list items into her cart that she deems unnecessary. “We don’t need these cookies; we have plenty at home,” she will say. “But we don’t have any like these,” I argue. “I have never tried the lavender dark chocolate chip kind.” Then we begin to negotiate. “When you finish the picante dark chocolate chip cookies you bought last...

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