Perils of the Piously Peeved Every now and then I catch myself slipping into the role of curmudgeon, muttering about things I dislike:Supermarket express-line crashers who can't count to 15Drivers who religiously run red lightsPeople addicted to long, loud cell phone conversa... Read more
A Plan of 'Salivation' It was late in the evening. After a long and tiring trip my beloved and I finally arrived at our hotel room, famished and tired. I quickly scanned the "in-room service" menu and spied the perfect item, described by an unfamiliar term: "Crudite—An ... Read more
Beyond Political Overload In the matter of eating, my wife and I are true opposites. For her, it's the means to an end—fill the empty space and move on. A quick snack, and she's back into action. She can scarf down an entire meal while I'm buttering toast.I assure you that... Read more
Keeping the Light On I learned about the perils of darkness years ago, right after prayer meeting.Following the midweek service that evening, I chauffeured my family through the dark night toward the lights of home. A mile beyond the church, the road turned and ran st... Read more
Feed My Sheep The Master gazed at his protege and smiled, remembering how it had begun.He recalled the bushy-headed, eager, impulsive young man, in which he saw great potential—for good, and for disaster. Along with a strong will there was the unmistakably impu... Read more
Unsung Heroes She was an artist, botanist, nurse, counselor, author and friend. She didn't make it into any headlines. No media pundits shouted her story. No tabloid followed her every move. Her 5-foot, 2-inch stature and what it contained is not immortalized i... Read more
Can You Spare Any Change? Change is all around us this time of year. Bulbs are sprouting, politicians are spouting, and I've added a few more gray hairs to my thinning thatch. I do not always welcome change. Moving from a comfortable chair by the fire is not my first choic... Read more
Cultured or Curdled? I suppose you could chalk it up to collegiate shenanigans. Three boys in a room, barely past the teen years, with an inordinate amount of time on their hands, don't always add up to maturity.One of our threesome got up early each morning for work.... Read more
Strangers, Angels and Us There was a time when I didn't identify much with strangers. Along with the ever-present caution, "don't talk to strangers," I was born and raised in the same home and community for the first 20 years of my life. I went to the same school as my tw... Read more
