Close Enough

I have this nasty habit of “close enough”. So I toss a piece of garbage toward the can and sometimes it goes right in. Other times it just misses and lands by the side of the can. “Close enough!”. And I walk away. Sorry to disappoint you...

New Year’s Realizations

I am going to add another relevant word to your New Year’s repertoire.  Let’s call it a precursor to a resolution . . . and being a preacher . . . a reverend if you will, trained to sacrifice the message for the sake of alliteration . . . drum roll . . ....

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...

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...

7 Danes A Week

I am without question, a creature of habit. Perhaps one of the most frustrating questions that I am asked is, “What’s New?”. It is a lazy, nearly rhetorical inquiry, that hardly deserves a sensible response. I want to say, “New England, New...