It’s called “Hitting the Wall” and it is a well-known and much dreaded phenomenon among athletes – the professional elite and amateur runners – especially in long distance races. Hitting the wall typically happens around mile 18. A simple definition would be: when a runner runs out of energy.
One famous marathoner put it this way, “It felt like an elephant had jumped out of a tree onto my shoulders and was making me carry it…
What is the worst sound in the world? That question has received some attention lately and just last night on the evening news, the answer was revealed. In case you missed it, I will share with you but not before showing you some of the sound contenders:
creaky door
dentist drill
vomiting
coughing
mobile phone ringtones
fingernails on a chalkboard
squeaky things
Topping the list of 34 horrible sounds, according to 1.1 million worldwide online voters, was vomiting! Scientists’ explanation is that we are programmed to be repulsed by horrible…
For several years, I have been fond of saying that I keep a “5K” in my back pocket. Now I certainly don’t mean I keep five thousand dollars there. My “5K” is a reference to running not money.
In 2008, my husband and I ran the New York City Marathon. Unless a miracle occurs, it was our first and last long race. Maybe it was more of a “bucket list” thing than we realized. But since then, I have continued to run. …
Every Wednesday Sheryl and I teach a Bible study, so for the next few weeks we will be leading our group through the books of Ezra and Haggai. Yes, Ezra and Haggai – two Old Testament prophets that rarely make anyone’s Top Ten reading list. In fact, most people avoid certain parts of the Bible like the plague. (That’s some Old Testament humor… plagues, get it?) But skipping the lessons that are found in these valuable history books is like only reading the end of a…
Crowded.
India on any given day.
Bruce Almighty’s mind when, endowed with some of the powers of God, he began to hear a backlog of unanwered prayers people had prayed.
India boasts one seventh of the world’s population. That’s crowded.
Bruce Almighty organized billions of prayers into file cabinets that filled his apartment. That’s crowded.
Cammy and I have mentioned in previous blogs how quick the Christians in India are to pray and trust in God and how that example now inspires us to say, “Pray like an Indian!” Every afternoon in…
Not too long ago, I heard the most handsome man in the world (my husband) ask the second most handsome man in the world (my son) a question. Note: I had originally described my two “boys” as geeky science nerds but then I had to actually fact check the question with them and thus, the descriptions had to be changed. Anyway, the question posed was this one:
“Son, what do you think is the most important scientific discovery ever made in the field of health?
Inwardly, I started guessing. Inwardly and…
One of the gifts Cammy and I received while we were in India was a wooden elephant that had a fully formed baby elephant inside. It is a fascinating carving in that it is cut from one piece of wood—the baby elephant wasn’t gorilla glued into the belly of the adult, but rather it was a continuous part of the carving. It is also seemed to be a popular carving in India that we began to see at most craft stores, but its symbolism escaped us.
Perhaps when…
I’m pretty sure I drove my mother crazy as a child asking questions. (Mom, would you care to comment here?) I’m actually certain of this fact because many times when my own children were busy driving me to distraction with their “Why’s??” my mom would smile and say that I was “paying for my raising”! To be honest, I’m still guilty of asking questions; I’m naturally curious although I thought I had outgrown the tendency to ask too many questions. Then I went to India.
Oh my! The questions that…
On August 2, Cammy mentioned that we were going to a faraway land and that we would return in a couple of weeks to share all about it. Well indeed we were very far from home as we were invited to India to teach at a conference attended by 1,000 Indian pastors, women, seminary students, and faculty. We returned home on Monday (although Cammy has traveled south in order to pick up her daughter who was being cared for by friends in Cammy’s absence) and would like to…
It is no secret to those of you who know me, that I take great pride in being Italian. Perhaps, some of you even think, “Yeah, way too much pride!” Fear not, however, because there are many things about being Italian that humble me because as much as I like being Italian, I’m not a terribly gifted one when it comes to speaking the language. Almost two years ago now, my cousin and I took Italian lessons where we spent the better part of the course learning to say…