S. Beckett Morse muddled along through life, never attending to any serious questions. His only interest was whatever the day offered. Planning included only what was next. Easy going characterized him. He skipped through his days untouched by responsibility. Then, a series of mishaps and crises occurred causing Beckett to reconsider things. But it seemed […]
Christmas trees cut from Uncle Allen’s farm, listening to the chorus of “Be good because Santa Claus is coming and have you been a good boy,” hanging big bulb red, green, yellow, blue strings of lights, the smell of cedar in the house, taming excitement into sleep, barely sleeping so to wake early—these are my
For the real good of every gift is essential first, that the giver be in the gift—as God always is, for He is love—and next, that the receiver know and receive the giver in the gift. Every gift of God is but a harbinger of His greatest and only sufficing gift—that of Himself. No gift
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Convicted during my teen years, tagged as an old man before my time, I rarely made it to midnight on New Year’s Eve. OK. Never. Sleep was more important. After 62 New Year’s Eves, it still is, the year 2000 excepted. Shame, shame, place a scarlet “A” on me if you will but I would wear
