August posts
The clock said 5:30 a.m. My body said it was too early. Easing into this quiet morning, the Barred owl hooted. Hearing the distinct, “Who cooks for you?” refrain, I listened for the repeat as if to ask him, “And then what happened?” I waited and in rhythm, I heard again, “Who cooks for you?” […]
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There are some who like to blame God for evil in the world. I do not think He is the cause because I do not think Him capable of it. I do not blame Him any more than I blame a talking snake in a garden. One must remember mankind was present in the conversation
What was Jimmy thinking? Read More »
Dad never said much. He was not a silent man, but fathers and sons seldom communicate in words. When exercising words, he did say to me, “There really is no problem like your own.” The statement has implications. The message remains. Anyone who wishes to arrive at the Cross, and thus become a true disciple,
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Mixed images and emotions pervade my memories from Junior High. Awkward is an understatement as I remember those emerging pimpling days. My burgeoning interest in girls (failed attempts to “go steady” really) exposed my debonair deficit. The “old college try” had to begin sometime and somewhere. What was a young man to do? I did
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