Maybe sometime last December, my friend Brittany declared to me in an exasperated tone that she just wanted to get out of town and away from everything by herself. I felt that sentiment, and suggested that we make plans to get out together (it’s safer that way), stay in a Read more…
Technically, it isn’t called a sandwich. It’s a roll. More like a hotdog, but not really. It is lobster meat between bread, so I’m calling it a sandwich. And it was a dang good sandwich at that. I love the BLD Diner, one of Columbia’s new-ish gems. So I found Read more…
*Originally Posted at First Baptist Church – Columbia
On Monday evenings, I usually leave my door unlocked. It keeps me from having to get up and open it later. One particular Monday last year, I was feeling tired. I lay on my couch while I waited. Soon, my friend Zach came through the door. Without saying much, he went right for the recliner and stretched out. After about a minute he said, “I’m really tired today.”
“I know what you mean.”
“I know this sounds bad, but I kind of wish that they’ll be gone when we get there.”
“It sounds bad, but I was thinking the same thing,” I replied.
Soon, our other friend and teammate showed up. We sat for a moment, collected our thoughts, grabbed the English books, and headed over to our refugee family’s house.
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*Originally Posted at First Baptist Church – Columbia I don’t care to watch the news that often due to the stress it creates from hearing people argue with each other in order to rile up viewers and increase ratings. One piece of news that has been hard to avoid even Read more…