Christmas Thoughts
Christmas. What a loaded word! Etymologically, it’s two words: Christ’s Mass…literally Christ’s time. The time when the divine Son of the triune Godhead became incorporated into a fertilized ovum, grew into an embryo, then a fetus, and then born a human male child. Wow! I just used some triggering words there, didn’t I. Yet Christ…
Autumn Memories
Brrr…it’s Fall. Autumn and memories…somehow they go together…so here are a few of mine…. Nut gathering. My dad loved the outdoors and planned activities for us no matter what the season until the summer I turned eight. A massive heart attack that year sharply limited his ability to get out and about for the rest…
Parable of the Pearl …Continued
“Again, the kingdom of heaven is like a merchant seeking fine pearls, and upon finding a pearl of great value, he went and sold everything that he had and bought it.” Matthew 13:45-46 A merchant gave up every earthly thing he possessed to possess one, singular pearl worth more than the entire world. Oh, how…
Labor Day Misadventure
It was really too hot to be ironing. Janelle lifted her long hair off her neck and twisted it into a bun. Yes, definitely too hot, but if she wanted to get the quilted table runner completed before the entry deadline for the Central Wisconsin State Fair, she had to keep at it. She…
Parade Day
Independence Day in Racine, Wisconsin is a big deal. In the middle part of the last century, it was an even bigger deal – carnival at the lakefront’s Pershing Park, fireworks over the harbor breakwaters after dusk, and the parade. Oh, the parade! Not until the Ringling Brothers Barnum and Bailey Circus Parade came to…
God Haunted
To know But not experience To ask But not receive To knock But the door remains closed Then in that space that space between waking and sleep A song arises Silent yet sung Felt But not heard Verses, choruses, melodies Praise and thanksgiving Unknown New and yet familiar Now just a whisper Now gone. Unremembered.…
Finding Uncle Vince
A ringing telephone at 3:22 in the morning is rarely the harbinger of good news. With any grace, it is merely a drunken misdial. Abby Morrow stumbled out of bed and across the darkened living room. Eyes still half closed, she picked up the receiver and managed a phlegmy “hello?” A gruff voice…
Amazing Grace
Grace Goodenow was a church lady…perhaps the quintessential church lady. She had served her time in the nursery and teaching and coordinating Sunday School, Awana, and Vacation Bible School. She had composed and printed the church bulletins and calendar before they had gone online. She had laundered, ironed, and mended altar linens, choir robes, and…
The Ends Justify the Memes
We seem to be living in a meme-driven culture. The word “meme” did not exist when I was growing up in the 1950s and 1960s. In fact it was invented in 1976 by renowned atheist, Richard Dawkins, to describe a means of transmitting cultural ideas and/or norms much the way a gene transmits information in…
Signs of Spring
Signs of Spring Maple taps…the sap is running. Amazing how that works, isn’t it. The sap needs warm weather to reawaken it so it can feed the tree, but it also needs cold nights to produce a good flow with a high nutrient (sugar) content. God says of Scripture, and of Himself, taste and see…
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