OOEY GOOEY MASTERPIECE
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.
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OLDER THAN SLICED BREAD
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.
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BEFORE THE FIREWORKS, REMEMBER THE SACRIFICE
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!)
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1000 DAYS. ONE FAITHFUL GOD
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.
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WHEN FLIP-FLOPS PREACH SERMONS
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.
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THE DAY I WAS PICKED FIRST
Choosing teams. It’s the bane of every child’s self-esteem. Youngsters line up to be chosen for baseball. They jockey for position to avoid being chosen last, a crushing blow to one’s young psyche. It feels great to be chosen—especially chosen first. And that happened one Spring day, when I showed up to school with a new first baseman's mitt.
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