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Rite of passage: Goofy tales
Jun29

Rite of passage: Goofy tales

If I had to choose the Disney character that best represented me, Goofy would suit me fine. He’s good-natured, doesn’t take anything too seriously, make jokes, is slightly clumsy and says “Yuk, yuk” when he gets tickled. He may not be the sharpest crayon in the box, but his heart is bigger than all outdoors. Everybody loves Goofy. I was picking up students from the airport the other day when Melanie, one of our summer staffers, asked...

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Rite of passage: Self-serve or not
Jun22

Rite of passage: Self-serve or not

I have a question: Is self-serve serving us well? If you’ve gone shopping lately, you’ve probably noticed that the number of human-type persons who operate a cash register is diminishing. Every week, it seems there’s one more self-checkout lane. Last week there were two, this week there are three and by the time summer is over, there won’t be a checkout lane with a human employee anywhere in sight. Somehow, I don’t think I’m saving...

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Rite of passage: 25 lessons from camping
Jun15

Rite of passage: 25 lessons from camping

I have so many childhood memories of summer vacations. My family was poor. Maybe we didn’t have enough money to put curtains on our windows, but we did have enough to buy a canvas tent. Every summer, you could count on the fact that the Moores would be going camping somewhere. And that “somewhere” usually took us to the mountains of Colorado, Montana or Wyoming. My dad had us so organized that when he hit the brakes, we jumped out of...

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Rite of passage: Lessons from being a grandfather
Jun08

Rite of passage: Lessons from being a grandfather

Compared to many of you, I’ve only been a grandparent for a short time, not quite three years. But there is no role I’ve ever enjoyed as much as that of Poppy to Titus the Honorable and Cohen the Goodhearted. I need to ask forgiveness of all those who were grandparents before me and tried to pull out pictures and tell me stories about your grandchildren. I thought you were nutcases, but now that I have two grandsons of my own, I’ve...

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Rite of passage: Restroom wars
Jun01

Rite of passage: Restroom wars

I know an old joke that starts with the question, “How long is a minute?” and ends with the punchline, “It depends on what side of the bathroom door you’re on.” I consider myself somewhat an expert on bathrooms. As a missionary who has traveled the world, I think I’ve seen and used every type of facility there is, from the squatty potties of Asia to the high-tech toilets of Switzerland. In the jungles, I’ve used the ocean/river view...

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Rite of passage: I didn’t do it
May25

Rite of passage: I didn’t do it

I’ve encountered many mysteries as a parent. Back in the day, our most common mystery went something like this: Chocolate milk has been spilled on the kitchen floor. I call in my two sons and ask, “Who did it?” “I didn’t do it,” they both reply. “Who left the living room light on last night?” “I didn’t do it,” they repeat. “Who left the toilet unflushed?” “I didn’t do it.” For nearly 18 years, we had mysterious things happening in our...

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