On The Edge

Several years ago, I attended a conference in Phoenix.  I had a few days before returning home and decided to go to the Grand Canyon with several friends.  This was a long term dream of mine but I had no idea just how magnificent . . . how truly grand a place this...

The King of Klutz

I am the King of Klutz when it comes to being handy. Actually I am more “thumby” than handy. One Christmas my wife wanted to buy me a cordless screwdriver. I told her that none of the screwdrivers that I currently owned had cords and wondered what would...

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...