Minister Of Mocha

No, not the “Tiny Boxes” song…different Weeds altogether! This morning I spent an hour clearing weeds from around the Messed Up Ministries Building. The building is still in a state of construction/renovation so we are not in it very often. As such, the weed situation has become a bit “tenuous”. In fact, I got a…

My brother was in an accident and his car was totaled. He’s not exactly rolling in cash and the accident left him and his family down to zero cars. The person who hit him had no insurance, so it’s not a great situation. We decided to gift them our old car. It’s got a lot…

I heard a beautiful metaphor from Pastor Daniel Fusco yesterday. Fusco is a very accomplished musician. He was talking about playing in an orchestra. Everyone has the sheet music in front of them. At some point, perhaps hundreds of years previously, a composer sat down and wrote out the music that they heard in their…

You may be old enough to remember the Spike Lee Joint by the same name from back in the 1980’s. It dealt with racial relations and pizza. This post isn’t about that, but I did steal the name. No, this is a post about football. (Sorry Mrs, MoM!) I was watching the World Cup games…

Mrs. MoM and I took a weekend trip to the mountains. It was a bit of a couple’s weekend with another couple. We had plans to maybe hike, maybe walk around in the Village, maybe play games, maybe do some devotional discussions. I say “maybe’ because we weren’t locked in to anything other than the…

I’ve been working on a 50 season binge of the show Survivor. It’s my biggest binge challenge to date. 50 seasons equals 727 total episodes. I’ve seen almost 600 since March. That’s a lot of work on my part, and no, Mrs Blogs is not impressed in the least. On a recent season they introduced…

On Thursday of last week I took my brother to see a concert for his 60th birthday. The band was Rush, which is his favorite band. They had been together for over 40 years when their drummer passed away from cancer. Everyone pretty much knew that was the end of things. He was a legendary…

As I was driving down the road to the prison, it occurred to me that if I stopped driving the car forward, I wouldn’t go any farther. It seems obvious, but you never move forward if you don’t change where you are. I can apply that same principle to my recovery. If I allow myself…