I love my Droid Incredible but I’m starting to think it’s a Wall Street-sympathizing atheist.
Every time I type the word “praying,” the phone’s autocorrect feature changes it to “paying.”
I don’t know how many times I’ve sent a text message to tell someone I’m praying for them, only to find after hitting “send” that my phone changed it to “I’m paying for you.”
I need to be more careful before sending messages, especially if I’m offering to pray. If not, I’ll pay for it.
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I had three stories in today’s religion section:
One on Operation Christmas Child. (If you’re interested, you have until Monday to drop off a shoebox filled with items for needy kids around the world).
The second and third stories, both about books, came together serendipitously. One was by Jana Riess about how she tried to spend a year following spiritual practices written about in classic religious literature, and failed miserably.
The other book is a memoir by Brennan Manning about the mountains and valleys of his life, from spiritual power to alcoholic blackouts.
The two books share a common thread: that nobody’s perfect, but that doesn’t mean you can’t learn and serve God, nor are you are too far gone for God’s forgiveness and grace.
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Forgive me if I am a bit obsessed with my grandson. Graham Matthew Johnson was born Wednesday and now I know why people put those bumper stickers on their cars that say, “Let me tell you about my grandchild…”
It is a joy beyond measure to have a healthy little boy join our family, to see my daughter and son in law become parents, and to have Graham in our home town.
More about Graham to come… I’m off to a disco party!
