my careless contagion

I really hate writing posts like this (but perhaps this is the direction this blog needs to head). But something is amiss in Minneapolis. I was hoping to ignore it, that it would just go away, that it wasn't yet another media war on the United States people, but it just blew up. They got what they wanted: rioting in the streets. More division. And your attention just shifted from 10 other horrible things they are doing to one. Sleight of hand. Now that they have your attention on this one thing, what are they getting away with? People are figuring out the purpose of the pandemic, so we better start something else. Okay, slow down, Joshua. It's all planned. These things almost never happen organically. Americans are fat, lazy, peace-loving, and not at all organized. They don't do stuff like this unless there is pressure from an outside force. And torching one's own city does not endear people to your position that things are very wrong in your community. It only mak...

This may be the hardest thing she's ever been through. This thing I've helped set in motion has unfairly impacted her and her little ones. This thing ... is just another trauma in a string of unsettling, traumatizing events. She's shielded her little ones from his actions. But, she couldn't shield them from mine. No, I've not been the one to heal her. But, I pray for him, whoever he is. This is my prayer. I pray you're a man after God's own heart. You'll need to be. You'll need to be selfless and strong in something other than yourself, something other than those around you. You'll have to be strong in the Lord. There will be times you'll feel slighted, rejected, left out, unable to make progress. Put yourself aside. You'll have to trust God because you can't give in to discouragement. You'll have to be more than a man, and I'm sure you will be. I pray you have a healing touch, for this woman has been abused (there...

I have a fear of drowning. Not me personally, though. I fear my son drowning.  Last weekend, my mother said she had a dream my son, Isaiah, went straight into their pool. A few weeks earlier, my oldest brother invited me and my son to spend some time with them on a lake. I declined because I said the water was too deep there, and I didn't feel comfortable having my son around water that deep. Soon after I said that, a friend of our family mentioned her son fell into a river while they were on vacation, and she had to jump in to save him. I felt justified.  This could be considered paranoia. If I didn't believe in the supernatural, I might agree.  I've had more than a dozen dreams of my son falling into water since he was born. Every time I would have those dreams, I would pray over him. When my little family moved to a property with moving water (three different water sources), the dreams remained the same.  I never kept Isaiah from playing near water, a...