It’s been a little minute since I wrote to you last. My last post was entitled “Still a Strange Way to Save the World” right around Christmas of 2022. And well, for someone who says he is a writer, four months without picking up the pen is writer sacrilege, and I get it. I guess you could …
A Word Before Since I became an adult with my own family at the young age of 23, I began to acutely understand my fathers’ “Scrooge-ness” at this time of year. In fact, I wrote a blog back in 2018 depicting the cynical side of both his and my later experience, and my summation of it …
To say the last two years has been like living in a Twilight Zone is to grossly understate the matter for anyone even accidentally paying attention. I’m not a politician mind you, and I don’t claim to necessarily have my finger on the pulse of everything that is going on in America’s political landscape. And …
In Mark 9: 14-29, we are confronted with the story of the disciples seeming inability to exorcise a demon that had wrecked a poor young man’s life, and that had equally sucked all the belief a poor Father had of his son ever being free from it. Evidently Jesus had an object lesson he wanted to …
In our American culture, we have an insane tendency towards the incessant “doing” as we all should know by now. It comes to us and is woven into the fabric of our lives before we are old enough to even fully understand it, so it seems. And the endless day planners and self-help gurus are …
As is often the case when a thought is stretched out over time, as in the occasion with this blog of several parts now, it loses its oomph if you will. I mean that in the sense that it’s now time to move on to bigger and better things that I typically write about, even …
Last week, I wrote a piece entitled: Trumpism, Not Donald Trump: Part 1 https://marknealprince.com/2019/07/18/trumpism-not-donald-trump-part-i/. In that piece I spoke briefly about my normal apprehension in writing posts that are political in nature. I’ll urge you to read that piece first if you missed it, and simply jump right in to what may take another post …
I’m pretty sure that my Baptists friends (if I still have any), don’t always appreciate my affectionate humor when it comes to them. However, in my defense, since I am an ordained Baptist preacher (I know, I know), I feel like I can poke fun at the “fan damily” and hold my head high while …
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The word narcissism is thrown around a lot these days; and for good damn reason. In fact, our culture breeds those who exemplify it now like seahorses, yet they all seem to live far too long! This dilemma is in fact something that anyone, even without a spiritual bone in their body, can easily spot …
A Bad Funeral It’s been several years ago now that I had the grave misfortune of attending a funeral none of us ever want to attend. It was the service of a once precious little girl that grew up way too fast in a mad, mad world, assimilating all too naturally from her life’s’ pedigree …