Posts Tagged Charles L. Mashburn

Y’all Come See Us, Ya Hear!

mapI get visits to my blog from many different countries, but the last few days, it seems like I’m getting more than usual. Here’s a list of countries from which people have visited the blog in the last seven days: United States, United Kingdom, Sweden, Italy, France, South Korea, Angola, St Kitts& Nevis, Russia, Australia, Madagascar, European Union, Bangladesh, Brazil, Belarus, and India.

Pretty cool, I reckon!

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Are You Ready For Some Football?

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Would you play football without pads and helmet? Not hardly! The toughest men would not consider something so foolish! Even with all the protective gear they sometimes get hurt. Read the rest of this entry »

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I Can See!

 

Sometimes, trying to live a good life is like playing pin the tail on the donkey; you’re blindfolded, spun around until you’re dizzy, and shoved toward the donkey. What are the odds? The thing is, if you weren’t blindfolded, and could focus on the donkey, you might waver and wobble a bit, but eventually you’d get there.

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Do-lang, Do-lang, Do-lang

The eighth grade dance! It was without a doubt an event every young boy awaited with a gut-twisting eager dread.

I grew up in the little town of Buckeye, Arizona, and by the time my pals and I reached the eighth grade we knew we liked girls, but weren’t sure why, or what we should do about it. Read the rest of this entry »

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Our Way or The High Way

It’s easy to love people who do things the way we think they should do them and agree with most everything we do. And, it’s also easy to not love those who are not what we think they should be and don’t agree with us. We are quick to judge and condemn and slow to love. Read the rest of this entry »

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Dreaming Short Dreams

dreamingSometimes a thought comes at you broadside and knocks you for a loop. You start thinking about things, and pretty soon you’re sitting on the curb with your head in your hands. Eventually, you shake it off and finish the walk home. Then, you write it down and show it to the world. Read the rest of this entry »

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There Are No Do-Overs

I read about a young man who had the world in his hands and allowed the coddling lies of drugs to steal it from him. He let himself be pulled into the darkest depths of addiction and nearly lost it all—a promising career in sports, his family, and if truth be known, his life. His mom told him once God must love baseball players. When he asked why she would say that, she said, “Because if He didn’t, you’d probably be dead by now.” Read the rest of this entry »

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