ON TUESDAY MORNING, I WAS ASSAULTED BY THREE DIFFERENT READINGS. The first, while eating breakfast, was by Andrée Seu Peterson in  World Magazine. The old age of my father-in-law doesn’t fit my schedule. I phoned my husband between the nurse and PT visits. My Husband:...

I do have friends who are NOT trees, and I measure them with hugs.  I have a special tape, though, that I wrap around my TREE FRIENDS each fall.  Please come meet my tape-measured friends.   Miss Maple—a sweet old lady. Hemlock Holmes—a sturdy guy—there when you...

WHAT WILL JESUS LOOK LIKE WHEN WE GET TO SEE HIM FACE TO FACE? I read a neat story that illustrates this perfectly.           William Montague Dyke was blinded in an accident when he was 10. Despite his disability, William graduated from university with high honors,...

There was this church. Modest-sized, barely keeping its financial head above water, not immune to problems. They had Important Leaders, though, whose spiritual heads were screwed on tight and who daily plugged into the SON. Their brightness enabled them to spill light...

Sundays are special—a time to gather and worship with God's people. I WILL go to church—wherever I am. But once in a while, God makes a Sunday—well, um...INTERESTING.  (See last blog, In a Church Parking Lot.) Having attended church in Cortland NY on Sunday, July 16,...