“I don’t believe something just because it’s written in an old book.” The conversation a few yards away had pulled my mind from antiques and collectibles at the estate sale. Overheard words exchanged between pondering customer and confident sales assistant touched on heaven and forgiveness and death. One voice was musing out loud, …
Month: March 2018
On Tuesday, November 8, 2016, Donald Trump was elected as the 45th President of the United States. The surprise winner was voted into office by 62,984,825 voters. (Wikipedia) Post election, people have been asking: Who were those voters who put him into office? Pollsters, pundits and pastors have suggested several answers: Evangelical Christians, disenfranchised …
The Bible tells the story of Job. Married. 8 kids. 11,000 head of cattle. Healthy. Wealthy. Wise. Loved God. Within 24 hours, his kids were killed in a storm, and raiding armies killed or stole his cattle, killing most of his ranch hands. He then contracted a brutal wasting disease that left painful oozing …
He was despised and rejected by mankind, a man of suffering, and familiar with pain… (Isaiah 53:3, NIV Bible) For you don’t have a Savior who doesn’t understand your frailty, but you have One who has suffered in every way, just like you—but He didn’t sin. (Author’s paraphrase of Hebrews 4:15) Like You …
It was just a game, but I was almost in tears. My teen child and I were playing a strategy board game, and it was not going well for me at all. There was my usual grumbling about “bad luck” as my loss loomed near. Moments from destruction, an impossible piece of good luck …
Forty years ago, this month, I had a delicious meal of beef sirloin with champignon sauce, green beans amandine, a baked potato and chocolate cream pie. It was the menu for our Junior Senior Banquet, a fact I discovered searching random high school stuff. It got me thinking about food. I estimate I’ve eaten …
I was born in 1961 to a wonderful young couple, who then complicated my world by giving birth to two more boys, David and Bruce, in 1962 and 1964. Three sisters would come later, but it was my brothers who first posed a threat to my rule of the household, and I a similar …
(A Poem Dedicated to a Friend) The sidewalk slaps ‘neath fraying sneaks As spindle legs press on; She’s on the way to somewhere else, A futile search for home. And windblown hair that begs for soap Wraps odd her tired face Whose weary eyes scan anxiously For freedom more than place. She …