Because the alternative is unthinkable, unimaginable, and meaningless. Believing in God means believing that there is an almighty God, that we need to live our lives according to His rules, and that life does not end at death. The opposite would then imply that there is no God, we can live according to our own rules, and life ends at death. Here’s why that’s unthinkable…

You are probably expecting my magic formula for shifting massive amounts of wealth or winning in the stock market. I’m sorry to disappoint. I have not found the alchemist’s magnum opus. As soon as I discover it, I’ll share immediately. In the meantime, I want to share my thoughts about a different type of wealth…

Call it a coincidence… or divine intervention. Last week during a discussion about the Book of Daniel, I expressed an opinion that I have become skeptical of connections people make between different elements in life and that I prefer to make my own connections. Today, during an NPR program on how Easily Accessible Info Blurs The Line Of Expertise I heard some interesting thoughts about the subject. Then I read On the Internet, Is Everyone an Expert? and realized that I was not alone if NPR was talking about it…

As I was driving to work a couple days ago, a strange question came into my mind. Why am I so different from so many men who enjoy working on their cars? They like to keep their vehicles clean, engines bright, and wheels shining. Many men (around the globe) spend hours on their cars while also dreaming of owning better cars. Being fairly mechanically inclined, I am sure I could fix just about any issue in a car but I don’t even have the interest, let alone the tools. I …

Everyone has heard this a million times, but how many actually slow down to do a good job… This lesson is taught at least daily in my observation and experience. Finding the right pace for each job is often the difference between a great job and an acceptable job.
The first time I seriously thought about this was when I was fixing a closet door at my wife’s late grandmother’s house a few years ago. The brother of my wife’s grandfather was there. After observing me work, he said (more or …