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Noise. I hate noise. Yet, I am resigned to the fact that there is no escape.

Last week's tragic events on the campus of Virginia Tech trouble us as we try to make sense out of what is essentially a senseless event.

As I sat at the table surrounded by smiling, giggling little bodies, I could not help but laugh along with them.

I recently experienced a miracle. It is a miracle that many of you reading this have experienced as well – the miracle of birth.

My eyes scanned the list: rock, country, sacred, classical, and so on. It was the list of the music I have on my computer.

I have to make a confession: I am a huge fan of the show, “American Idol.” I just find it so fascinating that I taped every episode just to make sure I didn’t miss it.

I thought that after growing up with three sisters I was prepared for just about anything that living with girls could dish out.

Not long ago I attended a gathering of pastors at a conference center on the beach. Yes, being a pastor can sure be tough.

I walked into a room filled with colorful balloons and streamers. There was upbeat music playing and a real sense of excitement in the air.

Several years ago I was trying to help a friend study for a test to get into grad school.