Spectacular Fireworks!

The Fourth of July may be over, but visions of fireworks still dance in my head. I never tire of seeing the annual displays, and I’m captivated by the creativity of the pyrotechnicians who seem to outdo themselves every year. Read more…



Out on a Limb

A few days ago I discovered a bird’s nest in a cedar just outside the garage. It was high, but low enough for me to see the three upraised hungry mouths waiting for mama, who had gone for more food. Read more…



Making Peace With Reality

The world is quite full of discontented people. We do ourselves and one another a favor by not becoming one of them. But how? Life also is full of disappointments, Read more…



“Please make it stop!”

In the middle of a grief, conflict, disease, or economic hardship, we tend to say, “Please make it stop!” Bad things just keep piling up without end. Read more…



When the Tide Turns

My dear departed godly aunt used to say, “When things are smooth, they surely will turn rocky, and when things are rocky, they surely will become smooth.” That little bit of “country wisdom” may not seem like much, but those words always are ringing in my ears. Why? Read more…



Job: Another Look

There are many unique aspects to the Old Testament book of Job, but one of the surprises is that in the end, it is the “innocent” and very righteous man who repents. In fact, his exact words are, “I despise myself and repent in dust and ashes” (Job 42:6). Read more…



Job’s Job

In my annual trek through the Bible, this week finds me in the book of Job. Every encounter with this book comes with questions, new and old. Why do the godly suffer? Read more…



Anyone out there? Anyone? Anyone?

A couple of weeks ago I came across yet another recent article about our sophisticated radio telescopes seeking to hear from life on other planets in other galaxies. Read more…



Faith

Today, much is attributed to faith because we define it so broadly. When an athlete believes he can come back from a serious injury, we say she has faith. When a child writes a letter to Santa, Read more…



Trouble

One morning I saw a little boy, maybe five years old, riding the smallest of two-wheelers in a large parking lot, under the watchful eye of his mother. It was after the rain of the previous two days, Read more…