Opinion

Considering the events in our country the last couple of weeks or so, perhaps it’s time for an awakening. We all know God works in strange and unusual ways.

Every so often, my phone buzzes—and it’s not a pal, not a loved one, not Ted from accounting asking if he can expense a banana. It’s a stranger.

I give great advice. Really, I do.

I don't know if it is because I'm getting older and just don't care or what. I'd like to say that it is because I'm getting older and wiser but that doesn't really hold water either.

I had coffee with another pastor not too long ago and I have other friends in the ministry and the stories they tell are crazy. It’s like, do we all have the same play book (the Bible). Do we all know what Christianity is about?

It seems the older I get the more of them I have. I have them on my kitchen table, on my counter, on my nightstand.

This morning, before my first cup of coffee, I took 12 lives. By happy hour, another 24. I counted.

It’s true that here at Beyond Reason, we occasionally make fun of things. Bunting. Cornhole. My seven-year-old daughter. But perhaps the leitmotif — the running joke readers have come to expect — is on pickleball.