On July ninth a Dutch museum honored recently deceased artist, William Schippers by covering their floor with more than 800 pounds of peanut butter—enough to make 15,000 sandwiches. It was a re-creation of his 1969 work aptly entitled “Peanut Butter Floor.”  Two museum employees labored for days, spreading forty buckets of peanut butter with a drywall trowel across a framed 270-square-foot hexagon. Instructions to visitors stated, “No one is to stand in, or lie down on the peanut butter.”  Good suggestion.

Recently I made a shocking discovery. My father is actually older than sliced bread. Sliced bread debuted on July 7, 1928. On Monday, July 6, we celebrated my dad’s 98th birthday, which makes him older than sliced bread … by one day.

On July 4, 1776, fifty-six men signed a document that changed the world, the Declaration of Independence. Did they have any idea that 250 years later, the nation they created would stand as the world’s greatest super-power, as today we celebrate our semiquincetennial? (Try saying that really fast five times!)

Don’t ask me why, but a few weeks back, in a curious moment, I calculated the number of days since Linda passed. As it turns out, today (06/26/26), marks exactly 1000 days. I guess I’m feeling a bit pensive today, as I contemplate the frailty of life.

Recently I laid to rest two old friends. We shared global adventures together—visiting the pyramids, cruising the Caribbean, and ministering in Uganda. These were devoted companions. Their names?  Flip and Flop, my old sandals.  

Never place your ego in the hands of a three-year-old. I learned that years ago while visiting my son’s family, I was reading to my granddaughter Kylie, who was three at the time. “I have a secret to tell you,” I said. Leaning in, I whispered in her ear, “God thinks you’re great; and so do I.” I then asked, “Do you have a secret to tell me?” I expected an ego-building compliment such as, “I think you’re great too.” Instead she replied, “Your… hair… looks… weird!”

Imagine heading out for your morning swim, and finding yourself on the runway of a fashion show. That was the experience of an Australian man named David last week, who accidentally crashed a fashion show at Tamarama Beach near Sidney.