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Contrarian Easter thoughts from a contrarian Easter thinker

By James Newcomb | April 4, 2021 | Comments Off on Contrarian Easter thoughts from a contrarian Easter thinker

If someone were to ask me to define my religious leanings, I would most likely look at them like a calf looking at a new gate. Maybe it’s having been inside the religious sausage factory too long, but it’s rather difficult to explain. It might be easier to explain my own beliefs than to identify with…

Fresh Out of Remorse at This Bakery

By James Newcomb | March 30, 2021 | Comments Off on Fresh Out of Remorse at This Bakery

The apartment building where Sana and I live in EcoPark, just outside of Hanoi, Vietnam is rather busy. It has 5 running elevators to accommodate the thousand or so residents of the building. And at peak times during the day, they’re all rather busy. Including the freight elevator. The freight elevator is meant for people…

“Never Been Angry With God” Declares Man Who Just Doesn’t Get Being Angry With God

By James Newcomb | March 29, 2021 | Comments Off on “Never Been Angry With God” Declares Man Who Just Doesn’t Get Being Angry With God

I’ve never been angry with God. Maybe I sound sanctimonious, holier than thou, self-righteous, or any number of unflattering synonyms, but I never have. I’ve had bad things happen to me. In 2003, I left a church organization I’d been a part of for 8 years, and was convinced I wasn’t going to wake up…

Thuggish Hotel Manager Shares Powerful Business Lesson With Petty Power Trip

By James Newcomb | January 22, 2021 | Comments Off on Thuggish Hotel Manager Shares Powerful Business Lesson With Petty Power Trip

January 22, 2021 “Mr. Newcomb…” said the voice on the other end of the line. “Yes.” “This is the hotel manager. Did you break the rules of the hotel this morning?” Silence. I could practically feel the white-hot lights of the interrogation room burning into my skin, my freedom hinging on what I would say…