God is Slightly Crazy, Right?

I ran across this modest little poem in the earliest hours of this morning and it struck me in such a significant way, that I read and re-read it several times, trying to digest its considerable meaning, while grinning from ear to ear. I must admit that I admire anyone cheeky enough to give God…

Hating God but Singing Anyway

Have you ever hated God? Growing up, I used to spend a month or so of every summer visiting with my maternal grandparents. I now understand that it was a practicality -- a time to give my single-mom what I'm sure was a much needed break, but I always assumed it was just a special time…