In a godless society, what is sanctity of life?
Unborn babies aside, why is any human life sacred? We live. We die. The universe moves on.
Why do we enforce some moral standards and ignore others?
It is tolerable for a man to steal another man’s wife, but if he downloads music without paying he could face 10 years. How does that work?
Who among us is properly equipped to set these standards?
If there is no God, no sovereign judge, what person or body of persons is qualified to determine right from wrong? From where is this authority derived? And how are we to trust one person’s moral compass over another’s?
Enjoyment of vigorous health and physical drives.
Indifferences to all but the physical drives.
The doctrine that humans are merely animals with no spiritual nature.
In an animalistic society—no spirit, only instict—it should stand to reason that only the strong survive. We marvel at the carnage on Animal Planet, the King of the Jungle making a meal of a lesser beast. It’s terrible, yet fascinatingly normal. Read More…
My wife and I live on what would be the perfect set for a horror film—dirt road, no street lights, isolation, and plenty of creepy trees.
We bought my childhood home, and for as long as I can remember, people have been creeped out by the house. Visiting friends would be unable to sleep, kept awake by weird noises and strange feelings.
Meanwhile, I slept like a baby on Ambien. It never fazed me.
But I get it now. I hear the weird clicks of the furnace, the creaking of the settling structure as the temperature changes. I’ve gotten up a few times to check on strange noises from another room, but two recent occurrences stand out more than anything else.
One night, as I drifted off to sleep, I heard the bedroom doorknob twisting. Someone was opening the door, and since Tanya, the only other member of the household, was sound asleep next to me, that posed a potential problem.
Within two seconds, I was out of bed and standing in front of the door with an outstretched arm to block it from opening and a clenched fist to throw at whoever was on the other side. I growled,
“Hey! What are you doing?”
About that time, I heard, “Hunnie. Hunnie. Anthony, what’s going on?” The light flicked on. Read More…
According to Uber Facts, for every person on Earth, 62 Lego pieces have been created.
That is a staggering statistic. Think about it. Right now, there are over 7 billion people on the planet. I’m horrible at math, but according to Google calculator, that means there are 434 billion Legos out there just waiting to be stepped on.
Sidebar: Is there anything worse than stepping on a Lego? Prisons should have rooms where inmates are blindfolded and forced to run barefoot across a floor covered in multi-colored torture blocks. I guarantee the crime rate would drop. But, I digress.
That there is one person for every 62 Legos is remarkable, but that isn’t what struck me. When I came across this fact, I thought:
Every one of us gets a chance to build something. Read More…
If you haven’t watched this video, do so, and see if warm tinglies don’t creep from your heart up to your smile muscles. Who knows, you might even cry.
The concept is so simple. Give a compliment, get a compliment.
- 1 phone booth
- 1 giant pair of Beats by Dre
- 2 curious passers-by
I love how, when the opportunity presented itself, these people happily derailed their plans to take a moment and share spontaneous words of appreciation. The statements were so raw, and that’s what made them fantastic.
“The compliment I want to give you today, that I’ve never said to you before, is your awareness of other people and how nice you are to everyone in the room.”
A teary-eyed father opened up to his son for the first time. Life-long friends exchanged compliments that neither had ever heard.
It’s obvious, based on the relationships, that these people had hundreds of opportunities before this day to share their feelings, and perhaps they had in some capacity, but it wasn’t until they were provided with this platform that they opened their hearts on such a deep level.