Be It Resolved…

I resolve to memorize more Bible passages this year. They grow my spirit. Besides, I have Beans to keep ahead of. Celebration day, feast on the table, house full of people. Five-year-old Butterfly Bean watches me pour out cider. Whispers, “Nana. I have something to tell you.” “Yes?” I reach …

Run Strong, Finish Well

2010 is nearly history. Regardless of how you began it, did you finish well? In the early 1940’s, three young preaching dynamos lined up at the starting block of evangelistic preaching. The trends for those times ran in the direction of large campaigns, which attracted thousands for as long as …

Be Born In Us Today

I think much about the mother of Jesus these days. I thank my daughter Amanda for that. She handed me a tiny gift one Sunday afternoon last summer, a velvet-sheathed, cubic, snap-lidded box. The kind rings come in. She said nothing, just gave it over, her face enigmatic. The three …

Find God’s Cheer – All Year

Sometimes at Christmas I sense that the lyrics of “Deck the Halls” have changed to “Deck the shops with ire and folly, na na na na…. Tis the season to be growly, na na na na….” Even for Christians, Christmas often becomes a lengthy, disappointing list: Too much commotion, and no …

Invite Hope In

On frigid winter mornings, the fluttering of wings outside my office window sometimes distracts me. But I welcome my feathered visitors—today an evening grosbeak, chickadees, magpies, woodpeckers, and pine siskins. Birds speak hope to me. They always have. At times when I’ve most needed it, God has sent wings. Birds …

God Bless Housekeepers and Tomatoes

“I’ve quit my job, and I’m starting a business,” my friend told me. “Housecleaning!” I applauded. Most of us have homes and they all need cleaning. Some people manage that themselves, but others can’t, and some simply don’t. Enter Tidy Tammi. Too bad she lives a thousand miles from me. …

Fishing With the Lions

On my fridge hangs a photo of me standing up in a boat. Laughing, and showing off a silver fish about eighteen inches long. The Preacher grinned at my “I-caught-one!” dance. But I’d been jigging for hours off the edge of a pontoon boat, owned by the Lions Club. Till …

Remember and Think

Listen to this week’s column on MP3 A pile of remembering stones sits at the edge of town, in the form of a boulder encrusted cenotaph. It rises clean from the earth and points skywards, like God himself planted it. On its front the builders placed a polished granite plaque, engraved …

Good Enough is Good Enough

Home just isn’t the same anymore. And for some very good reasons. We’re living with—and growing comfortable in—the ambience of industry, the Preacher and I. People sawing and hammering, mudding and sanding, painting and varnishing. Swearing and covering it up. Our biggest project has sent us and a few others …