The song we sang in church yesterday morning said “We worship you for who you are.” As I face one of those “dry” periods in my relationship with God, it came alive with new meaning to me. Today God, I worship not who you seem to be, but who you are.
I went to a funeral this Sunday and I will attend another before the week is out. A member of my Sunday School class passed away last week. It was pretty unexpected from what I hear. Mowing grass one minute, then with Jesus shortly thereafter. Tammy and I were taking food for the family when
I made coffee all over the counter this morning. I didn’t mean to, but I knew it was going to happen sooner or later. I suppose it just had to happen on the first day back to work after a wonderful vacation. It started last night when I set up the coffee maker to make
My vacation this year has reminded me how much I like nature. Sometimes I feel like I could never get enough of the mountains and the beach. They are beautiful places that show off the wonder of God’s creation. On this vacation, we headed for the beach. We stopped along the way and spent one
What if Jesus had insisted everyone be grateful to him? What if Jesus had required everyone return the favors? What if Jesus had demanded what was due him? What if Jesus had refused to let others take advantage of him? What if Jesus had forced everyone to do their fair share? What if Jesus had
I am back from a few days in the mountains and thinking about the question, “How green is green enough?” The earth is definitely getting messed up, but what should I do about it? It seems we humans make messes wherever we go. The oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico is the latest big
I had to fix the brakes on my wife’s van yesterday. I didn’t want to do it. It was a lousy job to come home to after a full Monday at the office, but the brakes were making a noise so I decided I better look at them. Bad brakes and mountain driving are not
We had communion last Sunday. It is almost always a moving experience as I eat the bread and drink the juice. Then I toss the plastic cup in the trash and it’s over. The little cup that held the juice that represented the blood of Christ, tossed away as if it is nothing. It felt a bit strange,
It has been my observation (along with a little help from C.S.Lewis and The Screwtape Letters) that one of the quickest ways to make someone mad is to frustrated his plans. Such was the case with me this past week-end. I wanted to go hiking in the woods, but I did not. I’ll spare you all
I bought Tammy some balloons a few days before Valentines day. There were three helium filled balloons. One for Valentines, one for her birthday, and one just because I love her. Two of the balloons have long since deflated, but one is still around. Believe it or not, the just-because-I-love-you balloon is still floating. That’s close to