Because a book written by a little kid’s dad must be accurate


I thought I talked about this a couple months ago. People keep sending me emails about it, and I finally figured I’d write about it.

You know the story, the one about the little boy (Colton Burpo) who got sick, died, went to heaven and declared that “Heaven is real”. Colton’s dad Todd wrote a book of the boy’s stories. Colton was 4 when his appendix burst and now he’s 11. Over the course of a few years, he remembered “new” things that happened while he was in heaven.

And now the world is raising their hands in honor of a little youngster whose story is told through his father’s mind.

It’s magical and mysterious. Isn’t it great how god can work through a four year old’s father’s pen?

Oh, and that father happens to be a pastor of a little church.

All I can think is: if the proof of heaven is coming from a four-year-old boy, that’s a H U G E stretch.

But if that little boy’s pastor father is writing for the boy, fuggettaboutit.

Next impossible story please.

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It’s just another day for you and me in paradise


Guess who’s back in cold Chicago? If you guessed yourself, stop being sarcastic funny.

Tina and I landed late(ish) last night after a full day of traveling. I’m about to go pickup Lou Dog from the boarders.

We had a blast down in sunny Mexico. I plan on writing a full review of the hotel where we stayed. I have nothing to compare my experience to in Mexico, but I have third-world experience. And in an asshole kind of way, I thought Mexico sucked.

Seriously, the country’s tourism industry needs a public relational rehaul. The hotel we stayed in is going to go the way of one of the thousands of abandoned Mexican buildings within a couple years if it doesn’t improve drastically.

But it’s Mexico as a whole that needs a spike in general world-minded etiquette.

I saw a guy beg for change in an airport bathroom just after pulling off a paper towel and handing it a guy with wet hands. He appeared out of nowhere and was not wearing an airport uniform. It was bizarre. I’ve seen a lot during my world travels, but that one made me tilt my head a little further.

Okay, off for Talulah.

I got this comic (below) from my dad this morning. I thought you might enjoy it.