"I’m one of those odd earthy types who loves the smell of dirt. Along with the smell of a clean baby, antique cabbage roses and my mom’s strawberry pie, dirt is one of my favorite scents. Looking back, my entire childhood seems to have been spent in the dirt rolling, digging, planting, mud pie making, toe squishing, king of the hill winning and my least favorite, weed pulling...(continued)"

"Scripture tells us that "knowledge puffs up" (1 Corinthians 8:1).  It is so easy to get puffed up.  We all know stuff and this stuff-knowing fuels our pride.  But we know that God opposes the proud, and commands us to 'humble ourselves.'"...(continued) 

"The sun beat down on the amusement park.  A typical summer day in Texas.  Beads of sweat formed on my face as I walked about with my broom and dust pan scooping up litter left behind by the guests.  A nearby ride exited it’s passengers into the streets again, crowding my path, and so I stepped out of the way waiting for them to clear.  My mind was on anything but work and since I was staring absent-mindedly at the ground it was no surprise I didn’t see the young man coming toward me before he spoke...(continued)"