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My Obsession with the Number 23

A good number of people have asked why I seem to be so obsessed with the number twenty-three.  I’ll devote a few paragraphs here to give you the condensed version of why the prime number has become a big part of my life.  I don’t expect anyone to claim any significance the way I have, but will ask for a few minutes of your time to give you some background.

For twenty-five of my twenty-nine years in the public school classroom, math was one of the subjects I taught.  To be honest, I never really was that good in math, but my struggle to understand concepts I believe helped me to reach those that were going through similar struggles.  It was the “I’ve been where you are and know how you feel” mentality.  So it suffices to say numbers have always been an important part of my life.

About eight years ago, I was going through a particularly difficult time in my life and to be honest, not a whole lot of anything made any sense.  Separation and eventual divorce, recovery from addiction, and general upheaval has a way of doing that to you.  A fellow teacher, noting that I was really struggling, suggested I take up the hobby of numerology.  While I wasn’t a person that put a whole lot of store in what the numerologists seemed to be implying, it did peak my interest.  Somewhere along the way, I discovered the number twenty-three kept showing up over and over in my life.  That was the seed it took for me to study the number even further.

During my “investigation” I found out that both of my parents were twenty-three years old when I was born.  I was conceived in 1958 and those digits sum to twenty-three as well.  My son is twenty-three years younger than I am and my daughter was born on my sister’s twenty-third birthday.  Needless to say, the beginning of life is important to all and the presence of those numbers at my life’s beginning was too obvious to ignore.  * Note – I can say with some certainty that I was conceived on October 9, 1958, but I don’t want to raise your skepticism too early.

I also took a look at my birthdate in its numerical form:  7/6/1959.  If you sum the first four digits, you get twenty-three.  If you sum the last two digits, you get 14.  Since I am a person of the Christian faith, I began to look at the 23-14 combinations I could find in the Bible.  The first reading that seemed to have significance was Numbers 23:14.  It was there I found the name of the church I attend, Mt. Pisgah.

The next significant passage came from 2 Samuel 23:14, which contains the name “David” and “Bethlehem”.  David is the name I was given at birth and Bethlehem is the name of the town where Mt. Pisgah is located.  The most puzzling verse is Matthew 23:14.  In most translations of the Bible it’s not listed.  The Gospel of Matthew goes from 23:13 to 23:15.

So what did I take from all this you might ask? In a time during my life when not a whole lot was making any sense, I turned to God to find meaning.  I was fortunate enough to be raised in a home where church was an important element.  But it wasn’t until this difficult time in life when any of it began to take hold.  The different scriptures gave me assurance and bolstered my faith to the fact that God knew exactly what was going on in my life.  He had been there at the beginning and I had no reason to question He was still with me now.

So each time I see the number twenty-three, it’s like a “wink from God” that says amidst the chaos of my life, He is ever present…. He always has been and He always will be.  Now do I sometimes carry it a bit too far?  Perhaps so, but it’s something that I’ve held onto during the darkest valleys of life and I’m not about to let go.  I know some may think it’s pure nonsense and insignificant, but then it was God talking to me through a language He knew that I would understand and pay attention to.

And that my friends is the short version.  There are a lot of other situations that the number has kept showing up.  I just have to smile and know that there is One that knows me and will always have my best interest in mind.

David Lee

People in our Lives…

During one’s lifetime, there are countless people they will encounter. Some, like family, are there for a lifetime. Others, like neighbors, are there for a season. Regardless, I feel that people are in our lives by design and have their designed role to play, as do we. This is regardless of the amount of time we’re in their presence.

I’ll be writing more on this topic later, but wanted to go ahead and publish this to see if there’s any feedback….

Readings – February 23, 2026

Meditation for the Day

Love the busy life. It is a joy-filled life. Take your fill of joy in the spring. Live outdoors whenever possible. Sun and air are nature’s great healing forces. That inward joy changes poisoned blood into a pure, healthy, life-giving flow. But never forget that the real healing of the spirit comes from within, from the close, loving contact of your spirit with God’s spirit. Keep in close communion with God’s spirit day by day.

Prayer for the Day
I pray that I may learn to live the abundant life. I pray that I may enjoy a close contact with God this day and be glad in it.

From Twenty-Four Hours a Day 

A man who studieth revenge keeps his own wounds green.
Francis Bacon

Where do we direct our energy? Are we spending time and thought on how we have been wronged? on the unfairness of life? Those who consume their resources in this way have few left for growth and development. Their wounds stay open for years, and they block the healing.

What will we need to set aside our resentments and hateful attitudes? Perhaps we have been passively waiting for the other guy to make amends. That only puts our enemies in charge of us. It would be better if we could say, “I am going to move on. The change that is needed for me to heal will come from within me. I will not put my happiness in another’s hands.” More than revenge, we want a life worth living – for ourselves and the ones we love. We can give our energies to that.

Lift from me the desire for revenge. Replace it with the fullness of a healed life.

From Touchstones: A Book of Daily Meditations for Men

Changing Weather – Part Two

Sunday evening, 9:10 p.m. – Nearly twenty-eight degrees cooler in Hickory, North Carolina than it was at this same time yesterday…But at least the wind has died down some. Highest wind speed at my home weather station today was 15.9 mph, although it certainly seemed like it was stronger much of the day.

Changing Weather

I’ve had an interest in meteorology for quite a few years. I remember when I was a child and ordered a weather station that had to be put together. Later in life, I would teach middle school science, and for much of that time, weather was one of the topics we studied. Long story short, I taught it long enough where I actually learned quite a bit. Today, I have a much more tecnologically-based weather station in my back yard that in addition to showing current conditions, keeps a record of weather from the past. That’s where’s todays “Changing Weather” graphic comes from. The winds are swirling outside and the temperature has plummeted from the spring-like temperatures we experienced yesterday. These readings are for 3:12 pm on Sunday, February 22, 2026.

Appstitence….Five Days In

This past Wednesday marked my first day away from Facebook for the period of Lent. As in the past, it’s somewhat difficult those first few days to stay away. As time progresses, it does get much easier, to the point on Easter Sunday where I’ll try to decide whether to go back at all.

I have been looking at Instagram, TicToc, and Snapchat. After some contemplation, I have decided to forgo those as well for the rest of my hiatus. Although they are not quite as interactive as Facebook, I discovered they were taking up quite a bit of time in my life. So I’ll dive deeper into the hiatus from Facebook and include all those others that I’ve mentioned.

David Lee

What bores me?

Daily writing prompt
What bores you?

This question took some amount of thinking on my part to answer. There are quite a few things that cause me to be bored and to list them might be…let’s say, boring.

A movie I’m not really interested in…

A video that shares a lot of philosophical thoughts that are difficult to wrap your mind around….

Soccer games….hockey games….the game of chess, that I admittedly, don’t know how to play….

Reading more than one chapter of a book at a time….

Meetings and emails that don’t seem to have any real point….

So there you go…my list of boring parts of life. I would share more, but I’m getting bored listing them.

David Lee