Life Between Sundays
Nics & Scratches
. . . character more than damage When I purchased my Martin D28, I was a lowly college student in Allentown PA, on a two year Jonah-run from pastoral ministry. I couldn’t afford the instrument. My rationalization was that it would be a ministry tool and would last a...
An Apple A Day
My Dad used to say, “An apple a day keeps the doctor away . . . if you throw it hard enough.” His aversion to medical professionals wasn’t unique to him . . . just about every man that I know struggles similarly. And if the struggle to actually go see a doctor isn’t...
Chasing Cars
I can vividly remember cruising through our neighborhood in the ’58’ Chevy pick-up that my Dad purchased. It was our “new” truck. The only thing that it had going for it, in my mind, was that it was awful green instead of awful rusty. Dad threatened to strip the...
Last-Minute Answers
A dear friend recently posed this question on Facebook . . . thought I'd post my response as a blog . . . Hey! I just thought I'd throw this thought out there - even if I probably know the answer... what's your thought on why does God sometimes wait until the last...
Lunkers
My first trip to Brown Lake . . . early exposure to one of my greatest buddies . . . Layton Ford. I am a Grand Manan trout fisherman. It goes like this. When you get to the fishing hole, you cut a pole from an alder that is as straight as you can find. Then you reach...
Never Judge a Man . . .
. . . until you've walked a mile in his Sandro Comfort Gels We stood in the airport together. He was returning to the West Coast after a few days of sanity in his own neck of the woods. Things had recently imploded in his marriage and he was sadly sorting through...
The Chimes of Time . . .
Lord of this hour, Be Thou my Guide. And by Thy Power No foot shall slide. I was alone by my own choice in the early morning downtown core. The others were out there . . . somewhere, . . . beating the frost-dressed pavement, huffing, puffing and scuffing their way...
An Ingersoll Update
Thanks for subscribing to this newsletter over the last couple of years. I have a love for writing that I believe to be one of the greatest gifts that my father unintentionally gave me. When I write, I think of him and pray that any good becomes a tribute to him and...
This One Goes to “11”.
I like power . . . doesn’t matter what you are talking about . . . I like it. My surround sound system is less captivating to me than it was at one time. Now I have to turn it 3/4’s of the way up to get the audio fix that I am looking for. If I could get the 3/4...
Against the Wind . . .
. . . I'm older now but not Bob Seger Okay . . . you are going to have to forgive me here. I know that we are all in different times and seasons of our lives but I am wired today. It’s not coffee. I am sitting at the kitchen table trying to get a message for...
A Bigger Question is a Better Answer
“What if he did this to make the riches of his glory known to the objects of his mercy, whom he prepared in advance for glory . . . ?” Good question. It’s one that Paul asks in Romans 9:23. It is really a question offered as an answer. Jesus was a Master at this. ...
Way Down Upon The Youghiogheny River
In the spring of 1983, I think . . . I went white water rafting on the Youghiogheny River. It was a sparsely attended youth group outing of about 15 deranged souls. The trip began in Pennsylvania and ended just into West Virginia. Normally, it was a 5-hour experience...
Old Friend . . . New Beginning
There was one big suitcase, as I remember. I muscled it on the ferry and headed for the mainland. The weight was more than it should have been, almost as though there was a stowaway midst the clothing. Really, it was the finality of this trip and the months preceding...
Same Old Same Old
A single point of a solitary 20 year-old sermon stays with me to this day. Mike was a missionary serving in New Guinea, observing from a background in communication and cultural anthropology, that the message that is the most predictable has the least impact and the...
Silhouettes
I remember watching the Alfred Hitchcock show, years ago, as a child. Seems to me that it used to begin with his silhouette slightly to the right side of the screen. The unique nose mounted on a protruding, somewhat pouty lip. It was unmistakable. Batman’s cowl . . ....
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