Painted yourself into a corner and desperate to find the way out? You don’t have an information problem. Your solution lies in a jolt of creativity.

Kobe Bean Bryant is basketball’s equivalent of an assassin. At least 41 times a year, on a well light corner of Figueroa Street in downtown Los Angeles, you can find the self-proclaimed black mamba poised to strike with speed and precision at game’s end, sending visiting teams out of Staples

If you didn’t know, I’m telling now before it becomes front page news, so you’ll be in the know. Kevin Garnett is a preject. You say, “What’s a preject?” A parental reject. Someone who has been rejected by one or both parents, and is living with a cracked, broken, or

“Learn to do well; seek judgment, relieve the oppressed, judge the fatherless, plead for the widow.” ~Isaiah 1:17 (KJV) God is obssessed with underdogs. The oppressed, the widow, the orphan. So much so that He defines the true purpose of learning as becoming equipped to defend and deliver His underdogs. Jesus

According to Parable of the Sower you can be choked with the cares, riches and pleasures of this life even when you’re poor, and have no riches or pleasures, by just pursuing them. The pursuit of deceitful riches chokes the word! What’s more, you can be rich and still be in pursuit by

REJECTION set me free, because it’s really liberation to and for destiny. Whatchyousay!? That’s right. I said it, I meant it, and I’m here to represent it! So, i’ma say it again. Rejection is really liberation. It reveals where the source of our nurture ISN’T, helping us to get on with the business

My dad beat me. I’m not saying He was a child abuser, or anything like that. But there are a couple of incidents that stand out in my life that people won’t allow me (or the whole world, for that matter) to forget: the wilderness and the cross. There are

My mother-in-law dies on President’s Day. Ten days later a coven of somber faced morticians seal her platinum colored coffin and lower her remains into oddly chilled Florida dirt. Later, my wife and I are trying to get some sleep…on my mother-in-law’s bed (I know she’s gone, but the bed still