Lawn mowed. Sidewalks edged. Weed killer sprayed. Equipment put away. Three hours out in the yard, and my knees have filed an official complaint about being abused. Actually, only the left knee — the right one is zirconium, replaced about four years ago. But what doesn’t happen in the right knee any more is adequately […]Read more "On Creaky Knees, Griping Body and That Someday"
Many years ago, when serving as pastor of a church in Missouri, I received in the mail a rather bulky, large kraft envelope bearing the return address of a minister who lived in a neighboring community. The parcel was addressed to the official board of the church, which was interesting, since the church was very […]Read more "On This Thing Called “The Ministry”"
Home. Please note the sigh of relief whispering through my lips. In four days we managed to log about 800 or so miles, not much to some but a seemingly endless thing to us, being that we are far beyond that time in life where “road trip” sounds eerily romantic. Yes, we had the stops […]Read more "On Road Trips, Motel Beds and Coming Home"
Today, the temperature topped at 100 degrees F. Humidity about 30% — enough to move a friend of mine, who lives in a very arid clime, to opine how thick the air was, and how hard it is to breathe. Tomorrow is supposed to be more of the same, and the high temps are forecasted […]Read more "On Summer Heat, Winter Cold and Being in Heaven"
Poverty — genuine bare bones of life, a hovel, if that, no clean water or sanitation, clothes in tatters, hunger a daily thing — is as gut-wrenching as it gets. A few years ago, on a short term missions trip, I saw poverty like I had never seen it before. The economic deprivation many of […]Read more "On Shoes, Food and Get Over Yourself"
For those who have an acquaintance with the 1960’s, there might be memories of the T.V. Western which gave Clint Eastwood his start. “Rawhide” was the story of a group of cattle drovers trying to move their herd to market, hindered every week with some kind of dramatic interruption, from renegade US Cavalry officers to […]Read more "On Old Songs, Old Dogs and Life Itself"
A person who never experiences crisis is probably a figment of the imagination. For some, crisis happens every morning when the alarm goes off, spurring the thought, and often the action, of hitting the snooze button for just a few more moments of quiet reverie. Use the snooze too many times and the crisis changes […]Read more "On Keeping Calm and Continue Believing"