Monday, 12 March 2018 06:10

And I Helped!

Children can teach us a lot, especially young children. I learned something last fall by watching a landscaper and his four-year-old son. The father was unloading bales of pine straw, breaking them up, and spreading large handfuls around bushes and flowers. He quickly spread a thick layer of loose straw around all the plants, without covering them up. His son snatched a tiny handful of straw from a broken bale, dropped it close to a flower, then gleefully rushed back to get another handful. He repeated this over and over. The smile on the boy’s face and the shine in his eyes made it evident that he was proud to be helping his father with his landscaping.

Wednesday, 21 February 2018 10:13

It's Not Too Late

Every journey, every venture, every project has three stages: beginning, middle, and end. In the beginning there is the promise of adventure and the quest of the unknown. At the end there is a sense of accomplishment. But in the middle, that is where the whole experience can just seem like a lot of work. Things are not so new anymore and the end seems far away. That’s when we are all tempted to stop halfway through and settle for less than we had hoped for. But if we do that, we miss God’s best for us.

Monday, 08 January 2018 12:46

A Bumping Noise


One day my wife, Debi, and I were startled by a bumping noise coming from somewhere behind the clothes dryer. The noise would make repetitive bumps and then stop for a time and start back. I pulled the dryer out from the wall and disconnected the cord from the outlet.

Wednesday, 13 December 2017 08:44

Defending Our Rights

Years ago, a construction foreman lost his job because he would not substitute cheaper materials for the ones called for in the blueprint. The project manager was cutting corners to pad the owner’s pocket. The foreman did not challenge the company in court. He lost his income, but gained a reputation for being honest. He forgave the one who persecuted him.

Wednesday, 08 November 2017 10:05

Whose Neighbor Am I?

Recently I visited an elderly friend (let’s call her Adeline) in a well-to-do suburb. Adeline is a widow, living alone in a four-bedroom two-story home. Being over 85, she seldom trudges up the fifteen steps to the upper floor. But she is not really alone. Adeline has neighbors.  

Friday, 13 October 2017 06:51

Copilot Fruit Bearers

Years ago a bumper sticker became popular that stated, “God is my copilot.”  On the positive side, that message shows us that we are to work side by side with the Lord in all things and trust Him completely. That is certainly true. On the negative side, it seems to indicate that God is here to assist us with our plans. 

Monday, 11 September 2017 10:53

Finding Shelter

When a wildfire sweeps across the scrub oak, sandy land of north Florida, south Alabama, and south Georgia many small animals find a place to hide, thanks to a creature called the gopher tortoise. This tortoise, about fifteen inches long and weighing eight to fifteen pounds, loves to dig in the sand. His front feet are like shovels. His back feet are strong and sturdy. Consequently, he can create large burrows. One in north Florida left a burrow that was 26 feet deep and 65 feet long. But that project was huge.

Wednesday, 02 August 2017 05:57

Ignoring Tornadoes

Canadian Cecilia Wessels of Three Hills, Alberta was awakened from her nap on June 2, 2017, by her nine-year-old daughter warning her that something strange was in the sky. She went to the backyard to see a huge funnel cloud churning up dirt about a mile away. Picking up the camera, she snapped some photos of the tornado to send to her parents in South Africa. The photos showed something else. Her husband, Theunis, was in the backyard mowing the grass.

Friday, 07 July 2017 15:06

Can We So Love the World?

In 1954, when I was five years old, I had a friend about my age who lived nearby. Let’s call him Johnny. Nearby was about a quarter of a mile away on a dirt road in Macon County, Alabama.


For months, Johnny and I had a good time playing with marbles, blocks, and little plastic trucks in the sand. Then something terrible happened. I had a birthday.

Monday, 08 May 2017 13:23

The Refuge

I watched a movie recently called The 33. It is the gripping dramatization of the 68 days that 33 miners spent trapped in a collapsing mine in Chile in 2010. One thing that enabled these men to survive was their ability to reach “the refuge” through the falling debris. The refuge was a large room with a table, benches, and some semblance of food, water, and medical supplies. By severely rationing their little water and a few cans of fish, they held out there for the seventeen days it took someone to drill a hole through 2,300 feet of very hard rock. The tunnels around them continued to crumble. The mountain, itself, kept moving.

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