Our goldfish Sushi died one night. Were there tears in my home the next day? Sadly yes. I had preached a sermon and made fun of goldfish as pets (or something) about a year ago which elicited a dark response from the audience. I responded “Wow Airdrie, did I miss some sort of goldfish smuggling operation in the City?” One of my guys thought it … Continue reading Death of Sushi
This week our Venue small group met at my parent’s new house and helped them move stuff in, mostly because I asked them to… and mostly because I hate moving… Now I spent years doing work that I didn’t particularly care for, other than the option was to notenjoy myself, have a rotten attitude AND do work I didn’t particularly care for, so I decided … Continue reading Chickens and Goldfish
In watching family relationships and business interactions for some decades I’ve developed a theory…. most people lose before they even enter conflict. Maybe this is you? So what if we didn’t automatically translate the word conflict into pain? I’m not a guy who has pets. I don’t understand the concept of a free-loading, arrogant, playful being who serves no other purpose than eating food I … Continue reading I Would Consider Having Fainting Goats…
