A soul that walks on water leaves no footprints, but will make waves."
Several years back, there was a truck commercial during the Super Bowl that absolutely left the room silent. We all seemed to zone in to listen as the late Paul Harvey told us why God made a farmer. It was brilliant. Some time later I thought it would be fun to try my own hand…
More often than not I hear the looseness of untethered minds, as their language lands in thuds upon unprotected ears. It seems that few care anymore for innocence and civility in our language. I know I will sound old fashioned, prudish, stuffy, and all the other stiff-shirted names, when I say that it shouldn’t be…
Their idols are silver and gold,The work of man’s hands. They have mouths, but they cannot speak;They have eyes, but they cannot see; They have ears, but they cannot hear;They have noses, but they cannot smell; They have hands, but they cannot feel;They have feet, but they cannot walk;They cannot make a sound with their…
As I closed my Bible this morning the words passed through the channels of my thoughts, “ah, today will be good because I spent time in the Word.” I shook my head, and my inner voice spoke up, “no, that’s not how it works.” How easily that temptation still rises in me. The idea that…
As I read Psalm 23 this morning I stopped at verse one and wondered, what beyond David’s experience as a shepherd led him to call the Lord his Shepherd? Was there some reference in the Torah that gave him encouragement to do this? As I’ve heard the phrase, “law of first mention” many times, I…
“Then everyone who trembled at the words of the God of Israel on account of the unfaithfulness of the exiles gathered to me, and I sat appalled until the evening offering. But at the evening offering I arose from my humiliation, even with my garment and my robe torn, and I fell on my knees…
I couldn’t have been more than 7 years old. I looked out the window and saw a man kneeling in the grass on one side of our neighbor’s newly built home. There was something familiar about him. His white hair was covered in a hat, or I might have recognized sooner that the man mixing…
As a small child I remember seeing the album cover and recognizing his face. This was not some far off person who had no connection to me, this was my uncle, the man who lived down the road from grandma and grandpa’s house, who played with me and my sisters, who smiled and laughed, and…
My friend Karen and I were talking on the phone the other day. It was one of those long overdue conversations that followed all the bird trails and squirrels wherever we wanted to go, because we had time. She told me a little story about getting a rock in her shoe. She was in the…
Childhood memories are some of the most precious things the mind holds. My adult years seem to blanket them little by little and they become harder to trace beneath the current chaos. In the year 2008, as I was amidst the busy of finalizing fall plans and beginning the downward slide of year end activities…