I have been guilty of judging others. Of waggling my finger and wrinkling my forehead. I’ve passed judgement on teens who wear their pants too low. Or grandpas who wear their pants too high
No obituary columns, no funerals, no gravestones. No First Aid kits, no Band-Aids, no dentist office, no divorce court, no police station. No anxiety, no depression, no worry, no fear. What would you give for a home like that?
I grew up believing what my brothers told me: that if you touch a toad, you’ll get warts. That drinking coffee stunts your growth. I believed some whoppers about God too. Here are three of them.
Today I’ll try to answer three questions that have come across my desk relating to money and giving.