I forgot to get you anything for Godzilla Day, sorry …

If you can’t bring home the bacon, this will have to do …

Sneaky …

This is so true. I do miss all the colors on the road and in our world …

A post-Halloween meme …

A literal view of the words of the song …

I have neither dentures nor a bra, so I guess I’ll be OK …

I used this last year, but it’s still very appropriate …

Finally, encouraging words for us all this week …

Mark’s Gospel is one long descent into total darkness, suddenly exploding into brightness at the very end. What’s the point? When Jesus rose from the dead, the sun was rising on human history. Earth’s evening time was over. The prophets of old had already spoken of a rising sun as more than merely meteorological in significance: “The sun of righteousness shall rise with healing in its wings” (Mal. 4:2). Jesus Christ’s own terrible, dark death had unfolded into a bright resurrection morning, but this was to more than his own benefit. It was history’s sunrise. More than this: It was the assurance that every follower of Jesus will experience just what Jesus did—darkness unfolding into corresponding light, death into corresponding life, pain into corresponding joy. What else would we expect? Jesus himself had already declared: “He is not God of the dead, but of the living” (Mk. 12:27).

(Quote is from Paul Tripp and the picture is not mine.)

Sometimes miracles do happen.

“Like water which can clearly mirror the sky and the trees only so long as its surface is undisturbed, the mind can only reflect the true image of the Self when it is tranquil and wholly relaxed.” (Indra Devi)