Fear Stinks Like A

An Awesome Hometown
An Awesome Hometown

I was born and raised in a small town. Taught to fear Jesus in that same small town. A Paper Mill town, 25 miles east of Gettysburg, Pennsylvania. There was no vision of social media when I was growing up.

But there is now. Has been. For a long time. And many people continue to fear it.

Fear stinks like a Paper Mill, and after awhile, you don’t smell it anymore, even though the smell is still there.

You may think, because people can no longer smell your fear of social media, that it’s gone.

Sure.

Mid Life Celebration

I Finally Figured It Out

Impossible Is Nothing
Impossible Is Nothing

Talking about what we’re gonna do is far more wide-spread than actually doing what we say we’re gonna do.

Right?

We see it and hear it everyday.

I finally figured out why.

Because talking about it is sooo much easier than actually doing it.

First Match

Last weekend I began to teach our son:

  1. How to strike a match
  2. How to light a fire
  3. How to be respectful of fire
  4. Which side of the fire to approach

We have a campfire pit in our yard and this is the time of year for using it.  We burned enough yard and tree trimmings to make an excellent cooking fire.

He was hesitant to strike the match.  Perhaps even afraid. He’s nine.

As a Father, it seems intuitive to be the one to teach him certain things that will be taught by others, if I don’t beat them to it.

Striking a match is just the beginning.  Ya with me?

The Fear of Living

What?

Yep, that’s our biggest fear.  But it never shows up on any list.

Why?

Because no one will admit it.

How do I know?

Because, think about it, if the fear of living wasn’t our biggest fear, why was this phrase – carpe diem – invented?

Carpe diem translates to:  “While we’re talking, envious time is fleeing: seize the day, put no trust in the future.”