When is enough?
I spent the weekend with a great group of people at Mary and Joseph Retreat Center, Rancho Palos Verdes, CA. And my walk each morning to Del Cerro Park overlooking the Pacific Ocean. Well, overlooking the morning fog that covered…
I spent the weekend with a great group of people at Mary and Joseph Retreat Center, Rancho Palos Verdes, CA. And my walk each morning to Del Cerro Park overlooking the Pacific Ocean. Well, overlooking the morning fog that covered…
On my walk yesterday, the usual mental litany clattering for attention. Pondering Sabbath Moment topics, unpacking news headlines, wondering about my procrastination with a book project (accompanied by a generous dose of grief).And only one goose at the pond. Very…
My friend Tim Hansel wrote a book on parenting. He asked his young sons, "Boys, how do you know Dad loves you?"He figured that they would say, "Daaaad, remember when you took us to Disneyland, like for 10 days!" They…
I am sitting on my porch, my muscles sore in a good way, and a big smile on my face. And dirt under my fingernails. This week I worked (more like played and dawdled) in my garden. Smiling also as…
It is coffee hour on a summer Sunday—that time after church service when we sip coffee (or if we're brave, some unidentifiable fruit juice) and chat about the weather, the week's news, or if it's memorable, the sermon. Whatever we're…
Sister Lychen had a word of prophesy every Sunday in her Pentecostal Church. She'd stand up and say, "The Lord has revealed to me that I will be caught up in the clouds of glory." Every week, the same prophesy.Eugene's…
I love Spring. Since I was a young boy in Southern Michigan, I have loved Spring. Snow was okay, but in Spring the world felt vibrant; animated and renewed, colors, fragrance, blossoms and the passionate chatter of birds. (And, it’s…
There are plans for the day or the week. You know, lists neatly compiled. Everything in its place. Each item awaiting that gratifying check mark.And then, life happens. And the list goes by the wayside. And something in our spirit…
A pious man heard God. “Tomorrow night I’m going to visit your home,” the voice told him.The man pushed aside his predictable hesitation, and rolled the dice in favor of belief. After all, it’s not often you get a personal…
Every December I like to read Garrison Keillor's story about a young boy who wanted a Lionel Train Set for Christmas.The father, of a family of seven, was in the hospital and unable to work. The mother, worried about money…