Let's Talk The Rude Remnant She didn't know me that Friday afternoon. I was just a college kid, stocking the shelves, doing my job. But I was the first one she lined up in her crosshairs, so I got it with both barrels.Perhaps she was overly rushed, trying to squeeze in some ... Read more Losing Our Marbles The old church was a monument to hardwood — the chairs, the floor, all polished to a mirror finish that amplified every squeak, footstep and whisper. It was an unlikely place in which to conduct academy chapel services. But every week, I joined 30... Read more Following the Crowd Getting the mail can be one of life's best and worst experiences. It's sort of like reaching into a dark underwater hole — you might lay your hands on an exquisite shell ... or a moray eel with a migraine.So it was one day, as I sifted through the... Read more Press Together When the flood reached the old structure, something wonderful happened.In our small community, not everyone had agreed with the mission of the organization that used the dilapidated warehouse. In fact, sharp things had been spoken — cutting, nasty... Read more Oil in Our Lamps When just a lad, I was perplexed by phrases I often heard sung in church meetings, such as, "Make me a fisher of men, keep me sinking." At least that's how it sounded to my young ears. And: "Give me oil in my lamp, keep me burning." The song seeme... Read more A Road Less Traveled "Two roads diverged in a yellow wood ... And I — I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference."— Robert FrostFaced with two options leading into the uncertain territory of our senior year in high school, I and a few free s... Read more The Next Step "It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out of your door. You step into the Road, and if you don't keep your feet, there is no knowing where you might be swept off to."— Bilbo Baggins in The Lord of the RingsBeyond the allegorical pages of Tolkie... Read more (Why) Not Now? At an early age, I realized our family was frugal — not by choice, but by necessity. We had food, clothing and plenty of love. But there was little money for anything beyond the basics.So excitement prevailed in the spring of 1962 in the form of a... Read more The Heavens Declare Memories of summer camp are an indelibly imprinted milestone in my life. This never-before-been-a-Pathfinder became a member of the Camp Wawona staff for two summers. There in the granite, fir and pine-covered hills of California's Yosemite Nation... Read more Blessed are the Untidy While parents have preached and kids have groaned, the message has not changed much through the decades: Cleanliness is next to godliness. With that mantra, parents have thrown down the gauntlet, hoping guilt will somehow motivate little hands to ... Read more What Are You Reaching For? I had been eying the iridescent green bottle on the top shelf of the linen closet for days. It was out of reach ... and therefore desirable. To my three-year-old eyes, the glass bottle of Bactine looked fascinating.So it was one day, with my mothe... Read more The Spirit is Still Willing With all due respect to the Holy Scriptures, The Desire of Ages and other inspirational books, I cut my earliest theological teeth on Uncle Arthur's Bible Stories.Before I could decipher words, the colorful pictures there painted a graphic portray... Read more Pagination First page « First Previous page ‹ Previous … Page 2 Page 3 Page 4 Page 5 Current page 6 Page 7 Page 8 Page 9 Page 10 Next page Next › Last page Last »
The Rude Remnant She didn't know me that Friday afternoon. I was just a college kid, stocking the shelves, doing my job. But I was the first one she lined up in her crosshairs, so I got it with both barrels.Perhaps she was overly rushed, trying to squeeze in some ... Read more
Losing Our Marbles The old church was a monument to hardwood — the chairs, the floor, all polished to a mirror finish that amplified every squeak, footstep and whisper. It was an unlikely place in which to conduct academy chapel services. But every week, I joined 30... Read more
Following the Crowd Getting the mail can be one of life's best and worst experiences. It's sort of like reaching into a dark underwater hole — you might lay your hands on an exquisite shell ... or a moray eel with a migraine.So it was one day, as I sifted through the... Read more
Press Together When the flood reached the old structure, something wonderful happened.In our small community, not everyone had agreed with the mission of the organization that used the dilapidated warehouse. In fact, sharp things had been spoken — cutting, nasty... Read more
Oil in Our Lamps When just a lad, I was perplexed by phrases I often heard sung in church meetings, such as, "Make me a fisher of men, keep me sinking." At least that's how it sounded to my young ears. And: "Give me oil in my lamp, keep me burning." The song seeme... Read more
A Road Less Traveled "Two roads diverged in a yellow wood ... And I — I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference."— Robert FrostFaced with two options leading into the uncertain territory of our senior year in high school, I and a few free s... Read more
The Next Step "It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out of your door. You step into the Road, and if you don't keep your feet, there is no knowing where you might be swept off to."— Bilbo Baggins in The Lord of the RingsBeyond the allegorical pages of Tolkie... Read more
(Why) Not Now? At an early age, I realized our family was frugal — not by choice, but by necessity. We had food, clothing and plenty of love. But there was little money for anything beyond the basics.So excitement prevailed in the spring of 1962 in the form of a... Read more
The Heavens Declare Memories of summer camp are an indelibly imprinted milestone in my life. This never-before-been-a-Pathfinder became a member of the Camp Wawona staff for two summers. There in the granite, fir and pine-covered hills of California's Yosemite Nation... Read more
Blessed are the Untidy While parents have preached and kids have groaned, the message has not changed much through the decades: Cleanliness is next to godliness. With that mantra, parents have thrown down the gauntlet, hoping guilt will somehow motivate little hands to ... Read more
What Are You Reaching For? I had been eying the iridescent green bottle on the top shelf of the linen closet for days. It was out of reach ... and therefore desirable. To my three-year-old eyes, the glass bottle of Bactine looked fascinating.So it was one day, with my mothe... Read more
The Spirit is Still Willing With all due respect to the Holy Scriptures, The Desire of Ages and other inspirational books, I cut my earliest theological teeth on Uncle Arthur's Bible Stories.Before I could decipher words, the colorful pictures there painted a graphic portray... Read more
