Luke

Luke 11 reminds me of Public Speaking class in school.  I remember standing at the lectern, sweating and unable to read the paper because my

Luke 12 reminds me of a friend that left a job after 35 years.  In her exit interview, she did not hold back from telling

Luke 13 reminds me of the 1987 fire at London’s King’s Cross underground station.  It is a classic example of the human capacity to ignore

Luke 14 reminds me of eating out as a youth.  With seven kids, that meant hamburgers in the back seat of the car.  I do

Luke 15 reminds me of the black sheep of the family.  In some families there is that one kid that always seems to mess up. 

Luke 16 reminds me of house-sitting for my brother.  He only asked me to keep the grass cut.  A month later, when I finally got

Luke 17 reminds me of having a substitute teacher.  Everyone felt like we could anonymously get away with mischief. Today’s chapter ponders what happens after

  Luke 18 reminds me of asking my dad for money as a kid.  There was not much conversation, I just hoped he was in

Luke 19 reminds me of the Good Humor Man.  He used to drive through neighborhoods, ringing his bell, and everyone ran to get ice cream. 

Luke 20 reminds me of the Russian proverb, translated as “Trust, but verify”.  Blindly trusting any one person or headline is unwise.  Friendly skepticism means