Remember . . . what we cannot afford to forget.

I think that my memory is improving as I get older . . . seriously. I know all the jokes and I have told most of them. We all tend to talk about failing memory as we age. While it may be true in certain ways, it is not true in every way. It is more important to me to...

The Crossing

The strong winds are driving the angry surf against the shoreline as I sit in the compound waiting for a late ferry.  Memories of my life on Grand Manan Island remind me that late-fall crossings are absolutely unpredictable.  I am not in control. My stomach does a...

Follower . . . ?

Why do I find it so much easier to call myself a Christian than to call myself a “follower of Christ”? I realize that the term “Christian” came later.  Acts 11:26 tells us that it originated in Antioch and was applied to “disciples”...

Fingernails

It’s like fingernails on a chalkboard to me when someone says that the church is a business. That’s like saying a snake is a broom, a skunk is a kitty cat or a pastor is a CEO. I apologize for this confusion because most of us have aspired at some point to...

Sympathy & Compassion

One of the great benefits of uniting with a running group is to find sympathy and compassion from your peers as the mileage increases. We are like most everything else when it comes to mileage. Age begins to show through, things droop and sag, there are noises that...