Michael Catt

It’s the continuing saga of lives gone wrong. It’s a reflection of a culture in a downward spiral. At the beginning of the college football season, Oregon played Boise State on national television. I’m neither a fan nor a follower of either team. I don’t know who won, and I don’t really care. I do know that for years to come, what happened after the game will be played over and over again as an example of someone who made one decision that changed the course of their life. Continue reading

My wife accuses me of being addicted to mustard. I love it. I put mustard on my sandwiches and in my chili. Not a dab, a lot. I want to visit Mount Horeb, Wisconsin, for their National Mustard Day. Music will be provided by the Poupon U Accordion Band. Seriously. Continue reading

I believe in miracles. I believe in healing. I just don’t believe in faith healers. The newest addition to the “name it, claim it…we’re the joy boys…healing on demand” crowd is Todd Bentley, who is a self-proclaimed healer. He has healing services in his Fresh Fire ministry in Lakeland, Florida. Continue reading

I hate reality shows. I don’t get into them. I’ve never watched “Survivor” or “The Great Race” or any other reality show. I haven’t watched “American Idol” in years. It’s not that I don’t care, it’s just that, well, I don’t care. Continue reading