Growing up, I had what I affectionately called "Fat Boy Asthma."  Whenever I would play sports, I had trouble breathing.  I never experienced an attack for no reason like most asthma sufferers, it only happened when I exerted myself.  In fact, that's what the doctor's called it, over-exertion asthma .

I still called it Fat Boy Asthma.

I was chubby during those years before puberty.  Of course, now, after puberty we all call it something different.  Big-boned.  Because our bones have grown, right?  Actually, my bones aren't bigger than other people's, just the cushioning on them is.

The descriptor "chubby" was killed sometime during the Political Correctness Movement of the 80s and 90s.  The blander, more vanilla terms of "overweight" and "weight-challenged" took its place.  "Obese" even came into play but that was reserved for your overly chubby people.  We just called them "fat" back then.

I bought some music online the other day from an outfit named "CD Baby ."  They specialize in selling independent music of all genres and all of it is DRM-free.  It is so much better than buying music at one of those mega-sites because these artists are true artists.  They aren't that Top 40 crap that the music industry tries to force down our throats.  This is real music.

Indie groups are basically groups that haven't been signed to one of the four major record labels (Sony BMG, Universal, EMI, and Warner Music).  These labels account for 70% of music sales worldwide and 85% of music sales in the US.  And most of the money from their sales go to their employees and marketing machine.  The actual music group only receives between 7% and 13% of the income their product generated.

The lungs provide our bodies with life-giving oxygen. The heart pumps our blood, the kidneys filter our system, the eyes provide visual representations of the world around us. We've even discovered that the appendix has a purpose, to store excess bacteria. But what are the fingernails for?

Your first thought is that they do serve a purpose, to protect the ends of our fingers. But you're wrong. Remember the last time you smacked your finger or thumb with a hammer? Do you honestly think it could have hurt any worse than it did? So ask yourself, did you fingernail really provide any true protection?

I have some other theories. I believe God did provide us with fingernails for a reason. In fact, I think there are many reasons.

On my away home yesterday, a small sign caught my eye.  "Church For Sale."  It was in front of a little brick church with browning grass and sparse landscaping.  It made me wonder, how does someone go about selling a church?

Is this something a real estate agent is qualified to do?  What if the church is Baptist but the agent is Methodist?  Or a Mormon?  Or even Jewish?  Are there rules about this stuff?

What if a Catholic priest wants to buy it?  Can the church convert?  What if an atheist wants to buy the church just to shut it down?  Would the pastor sell it if the price was right?  Can a Baptist church be converted to a synagogue and still be kosher?