Slim, Bubba, and the Man

Do you have a nickname?  I have had a couple, in high school my friends all called me “Will” which is short of course for Wilson.  The other one that people still call me is “The Man” as in “Stan the Man.”  If I ever get a true sports car, I am going to have a custom licence plate that says “The Man” on it. 

The Genius Club

In last week’s sermon, you may recall that I bragged about how highly compatible my bride of 30 years and I are.  And while this remains ever true, we do have different taste in many things.  For example, one being movies.  Now, Dianna likes the ubiquitous chick flick, and I do some of them, and I like male stereotypical action pics, but not all of them (since I basically am a peacenik who would rather as we said in the 60’s

Rousing the Sleeping Giant

I ran across an article this past week that talked about the ways and means of how we argue and fight with each other as humans. The premise is that we all have certain techniques that we default to when we are in an argument with a colleague, or (dare I say) a spouse. Dianna (my wife) and I are incredibly compatible, and I cannot seriously remember our last fight, we just don’t do it. We just say no. Besides, after 30 years we already know what the other will think and say anyway before it is said. It also helps that she is right, she is right, she is alway

Seeing God for the First Time

Well, I read a fascinating story this week in USA Today sports, maybe you heard or read the storyA hole-in-one is rare on the golf course, but what are the odds of a blind golfer sinking one?