Good Things Come . . .

. . . in disposable packages Most everyone has, or will have the parental experience of purchasing First Christmas gifts. Theoretically, the kids enjoy the process . . . maybe even as much as we do . . that’s what the goal is anyway. Ripping paper – what...

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...

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...