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David Cassidy

I was sitting in the green room at CBS This Morning in New York, looking down at my phone answering an email or something. Toward the back of the room was a small table set up with a few hard bagels, cinnamon rolls, OJ and coffee for guests. The only other person there was a guy pouring himself coffee into a small white Styrofoam cup. I looked up and said, “hello.” He said something about the taste of the coffee, but since I don’t drink that stuff, I didn’t know how to respond. But I did recognize that unmistakable voice. That’s David Cassidy: teen idol from the 70s, my sister – everybody’s sister’s – massive CRUSH. Cassidy is best known …

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LOVE > Hate

Love is better than hate. Faith is greater than fear. We often drive past them. We sometimes look through them. We avoid eye contact with them. Suddenly, I found myself embracing one of them. I was on my way home Saturday afternoon when I saw this homeless man sitting alone. He looked super chill like an old blues singer — black guy with dark shades and a short, grey beard. I felt some kind of strange connection to him, so I turned the car around. I drove up to him and he waved. I got out of my car and handed him $20. I said, “Hey man, I found this.” He stared at me for a few seconds because he …

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Christmas Magic

December 25, 1974. It’s Christmas morning and I’m up before the sun. I don’t think about what time it is. Who cares? I’m in my red footie pajamas slowly opening the squeaky-hinged door to my bedroom, shuffling down the L-shaped hallway, past my parent’s closed door, toward our small living room filled with presents. My mouth hangs open at the sight of the neatly wrapped boxes stacked taller than me. Red, green, and blue paper with silver and gold bows glittering beneath the tree. I make my way over to the window, pull back the curtain and look outside hoping to see evidence of our recent visitor. A fresh blanket of snow lights up the entire neighborhood and my breath …

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Dumpster Fire? Nah.

I’m tired of calling 2020 a dumpster fire. Okay, so it’s funny and it makes a good meme. But I’m kind of done with that kind of talk. Right now, the pandemic is raging. In some places it’s worse than when it began. I tested positive in October and it hung on to me for two months. It’s horrible – unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. This virus has hurt me, my family, and my friends. And it’s causing so much pain around the world. And yet… 2020 is an important year – a year that absolutely had to happen. I’m not trying to be Mr. Positive writer-guy here either. If this year hasn’t centered you in some way, if …

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Faith Behind Bars

Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things… — Andy Dufresne, Shawshank Redemption One time, my friend Alice took part in a prison ministry. An introvert by nature, this wasn’t just a little out of her comfort zone, this was light years away from it. She toured eight prisons in five days. She was surrounded by razor wire fencing, armed guards, and men with face, neck, and arm tattoos—rapists, murderers, and pedophiles. These were the worst of the worst. The men were brought into chapel just as you would expect: like cattle, pointed and prodded to take their seats. For the next two hours, they heard God’s Word, and Alice learned something about herself. Going in, she knew …