As we gingerly strolled deeper down this conversational path, we found ourselves knee deep in the Bible and up to our necks in philosophical and ethical issues.
If I've heard it once I've heard it hundreds of times. Kids can utter this phrase so freely. It comes off their lips like the seeds from a dandelion when it's in fluffy white bloom. However, I don't think we are so different as adults, we are just better at not uttering it out loud as often.
I can be a horrible conversation partner. Just ask my wife. There are times when I talk too much. There are times when I don't talk enough. More often, I don't listen enough (or at least well enough).
While I would typically take a day to reflect on the past year, look forward to the new year, and make a few goals, I never really made the time to do that this year. But one thing was evident to me about the past year...
Have you ever felt like you knew someone, only to experience something that helped you realize you didn't know them as well as you thought? For me, this was the case in a conversation with my dad two years ago.
I have been asked this question more times than I could count. I've asked it myself numerous times. And the reality is I don't necessarily have a satisfying answer.
Preacher on the Run... 